<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:47:14.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ali's Simple And To The Point Blog Title</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-2175732947310094409</id><published>2009-08-09T21:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:44:39.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggplants and Pineapples</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I figured I'd make a new journal since I haven't had one in forever. I also have nothing to say. So...anyone have anything they care to know about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my friend asked me if I wanted to move to Tennessee with him and a few other people. I think it would be fun, but he said it wouldn't be for about a year anyway, so we'll see what happens between now and then. But I really want a puppy and a kitten, and my parents won't let me get any animals. The cat will be named Snugglepuff, and the dog is yet to be named. Also, we're getting a tiger and feeding one of the people to it. And we'll obviously have to live in a haunted house. Which may upset the puppy, but she'll get used to it. And I'm going to become a superstar since we'll be by Nashville. My friend just needs to teach me how to play the guitar and then I can get away with being a mediocre singer. I'll sign some autographs for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm replaying Final Fantasy IX because I love it. Also, I really want to go Chocograph hunting, but now I need to wait until I get a boat, and I don't think that's for a while. At least until I have Goof and Eiko in my party. I just want to dig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: Kelly Clarkson, "Cry"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-2175732947310094409?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/2175732947310094409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=2175732947310094409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/2175732947310094409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/2175732947310094409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2009/08/eggplants-and-pineapples.html' title='Eggplants and Pineapples'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-1398774587105039954</id><published>2009-01-14T21:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:32:47.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Journal</title><content type='html'>I got pretty sick yesterday.   &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;   I'm better now, but apparently a grilled cheese sandwich and an applesauce was too much to eat.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Castro was on American Idol tonight. ^_^ Oh...and his brother was auditioning or something. Actually, his brother auditioned with a Gavin DeGraw song, and that's always good in my book. Unless you butcher it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I should probably get back to playing Harvest Moon.  I have crops to water or something.  I'm not really sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: Gavin DeGraw, "Young Love"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-1398774587105039954?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/1398774587105039954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=1398774587105039954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/1398774587105039954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/1398774587105039954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2009/01/awesome-journal.html' title='Awesome Journal'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-4672767787588736544</id><published>2009-01-06T23:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:58:02.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things you should know...</title><content type='html'>...before talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) If you come to me for advice, I'm going to give it to you honestly. If you just want someone to validate your every opinion, find someone else. If I think you're wrong, I'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) I don't like when people fish for compliments. Constantly saying stuff like, "Oh, I'm a loser" will not get you a "No you're not, you're the best!" It will get you an "Of course you are." That doesn't mean I think you're a loser since I was more than likely teasing you. It just means that I don't like when people don't have enough confidence in themselves that they constantly need other people to build them up. That doesn't mean that if someone's having a bad day I won't try to make them feel better, but I can't spend every day trying to make someone feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) I have a sarcastic sense of humor.  If I say something mean to you, I probably don't mean it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) If I talk to you, I like you. Basically, if you initiate the conversation every time, and I give you one word responses, I'm probably trying to get rid of you. If you initiate the conversation every time, but I actually respond to you with actual thoughts, I like you. I usually don't initiate conversations. I don't like bothering people. Oh, and if I don't really respond to you one day out of every day I've ever talked to you, it probably has nothing to do with you. We're talking about a majority thing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Arguments are stupid. People don't agree on everything. No one is always right. But the point is to communicate. I hate when friends get into arguments over stupid things because no one will actually listen. If you say something to me, but it comes out to sound like an insult, I go by intent. As a stupid example, saying "your hair looks nice today" does not mean your hair looks hideous every other day. People who stop speaking to me over something petty infuriate me. Why would you risk a friendship over something that doesn't matter in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I love the fishes cause they're so delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: Matt Nathanson, "Sooner Surrender"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-4672767787588736544?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/4672767787588736544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=4672767787588736544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/4672767787588736544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/4672767787588736544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-you-should-know.html' title='Things you should know...'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-4363635294248403736</id><published>2008-12-27T23:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:02:18.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Title</title><content type='html'>Sigh...I just love my new stereo.  It's so loud.  ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I also have a new keyboard, and I only bring this up to let everyone know how much trouble I'm having typing. I'm not used to it yet, and it's so tiny, and there's a stupid bar where the bottoms of my hands are so I'm hitting a lot of the wrong keys. But it's ok, it's really quiet, and nobody spilled ice cream on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is tons of fun.  Except for the part where I have to be there.  Other than that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll play some more Harvest Moon: Island of Happiness now. Got to make Elliot or Denny or Vaughn want to marry me. Even though Denny hasn't moved in yet... Which may make that more difficult than it needs to be. As long as I don't have to marry Pierre, I'll be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry. Maybe I'll eat my Dairy Queen now. One of my favorite people at work bought it for me. Although...a lot of people are some of my favorites at work... Not my best friend though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: Paramore, "Decode"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-4363635294248403736?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/4363635294248403736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=4363635294248403736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/4363635294248403736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/4363635294248403736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/12/great-title.html' title='Great Title'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-6746853519089558525</id><published>2008-12-20T15:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T15:03:54.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day</title><content type='html'>I was at work last night, and went to clean the women's restroom around 8. There was a girl in the first stall, and I noticed there was a little bit of blood on the floor there. Not a whole lot, but still more than there should have been. When she finally came out (which took her a little while) I noticed the area around the wrists of the sweater she was wearing had been cut, but I didn't see any blood on her so I didn't really think too much about that, although the whole situation made me pretty suspicious. So after she left the bathroom, I immediately went into the stall she had been in, noticed a little bit more blood on the partitions, and that the stuff on the floor had been smeared around like someone had been trying to clean it up. I checked to make sure it couldn't have come from anything else, and then went back to cleaning because, again, I hadn't noticed anything on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back to the front counter I said, "Um...I think a girl was cutting herself in the bathroom." I can't remember what everyone said, I'm not sure if anyone took me that seriously. I kind of just wanted to tell the story since that's what I do with certain people there, tell them about stupid things other people do. I didn't take the situation that seriously either. But nobody could find her for a while, and everyone I worked with was like "Oh, she probably went to kill herself," and about half an hour later, a bunch of cops and paramedics showed up. I guess my boss had called them. As soon as that first cop walked in the door, I felt an immediate wave of guilt. If they had asked me "Why didn't you do anything?" I wouldn't have been able to answer. I just don't think I was that concerned with it, and I felt horrible about that. But anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss asked me again about it, and I said I had just been guessing about the whole thing, and I wasn't sure, and he probably shouldn't have taken me that seriously since I hadn't seen anything actually wrong with her. But then he told me that there was dried blood on her arms, and that obviously stopped me, and I just answered with "oh." After a while, the paramedics took her away, and her wrists were all bandaged up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that I looked really nervous while the cops and stuff were there, but I'm pretty sure it was more a matter of me feeling guilty for just telling everyone the story and then not worrying about it. One guy told me I saved her life, and he expected to see my Facebook status change to reflect that, but I didn't really do anything. I still feel really bad about the whole situation, but I also know that no one would probably have known about her if I hadn't said anything. Ugh, I don't know. I just feel bad about not really doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know this is long, and I know it doesn't really make much sense, but I rewrote it three times, and I can't get it to be any shorter or flow any better. So sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: David Cook, "Lie"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-6746853519089558525?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/6746853519089558525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=6746853519089558525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/6746853519089558525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/6746853519089558525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-day.html' title='My Day'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-6976036501106323806</id><published>2008-12-15T22:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:56:07.649-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Agh!</title><content type='html'>Guess who's coming to town!!! No, it's not Santa Claus. Guess again! Closer...but still not quite it. Oh, that's right. It's Apolo! Of course, I have to work every day he's here. &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want to see him!!!!!   &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: Matchbox Twenty, "Real World"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-6976036501106323806?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/6976036501106323806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=6976036501106323806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/6976036501106323806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/6976036501106323806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/12/agh.html' title='Agh!'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-3428617430061588568</id><published>2008-12-03T01:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:09:04.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shine Your Light</title><content type='html'>Excellent... My Furie just learned Healing Wind, and that makes her the most important monster I have. Yes, even more important than my Sphinx who I've loved since he was cute little kitty cat with wings. Although...I just realized, this makes my Blue Rose useless again...so why did I put it back into my party? Well...guess this frees up space for another monster. Maybe a bunny or something. Anyone have any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, most of you weren't meant to understand that.  But it fulfills my Tales of Symphonia requirement for this journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sick anymore. I knew I wouldn't be since I didn't have to work yesterday so that would obviously be the day I'm better. Because I guess it's more fun having to work the six days in a row being sick from the first one, and then when I suddenly don't have to do anything anymore, I'm perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still Christmas lights!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="imgInherit"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: Jason Castro, "Love Uncompromised"       &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-3428617430061588568?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/3428617430061588568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=3428617430061588568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/3428617430061588568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/3428617430061588568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/12/shine-your-light.html' title='Shine Your Light'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-4453904307790748519</id><published>2008-11-23T15:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T15:31:21.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Journal</title><content type='html'>From Julianne Hough's blog:  "I won’t be on Dancing this spring season. I don’t know about the fall. Maybe, maybe not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing Final Fantasy VIII earlier. I'm not sure why when I already have so many other games I have to play...but I wanted to give my mom a chance at Tales of Symphonia, and that left me without my Wii. Plus, I was too stupid to realize that the reason the internet wasn't working was because the cable is so loose that the slightest touch will disconnect it, and that's why I had no internet all day. Usually it's just because Charter is hateful and is out to get me. But now I have all the GFs, and I can go beat the game. Which probably won't happen for another month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a combination of cold, and lack of food (which I'm guessing is caused by the cold) the spider outside my kitchen window appears to have died. It's very sad, poor little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to back to Tales now or something.  Probably Tales.  I have to advance in the plot at least a little bit today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: Gavin DeGraw, "Young Love"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-4453904307790748519?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/4453904307790748519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=4453904307790748519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/4453904307790748519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/4453904307790748519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-journal.html' title='New Journal'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-2354843556990006199</id><published>2008-11-13T23:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:02:39.159-06:00</updated><title type='text'>^_^</title><content type='html'>Can't talk, must play new Tales of Symphonia game.   &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley0.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Can't stop playing until I get to Sheena or Zelos.  ...Or I need sleep...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: Taylor Swift, "Breathe"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-2354843556990006199?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/2354843556990006199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=2354843556990006199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/2354843556990006199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/2354843556990006199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='^_^'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-2372301952751361784</id><published>2008-11-04T23:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:48:06.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aww, Come On</title><content type='html'>My whammy bar on my Guitar Hero guitar broke. What's most frustrating about this is that it's on the new guitar. I haven't even made it all the way through the game with that guitar yet. But all of a sudden, I hear a very loud popping noise, and suddenly the whammy bar doesn't stay up anymore. And when I shake it, it makes a rattling sound that I'm guessing it shouldn't make. I guess if you want to be fair, I abuse it pretty badly, but still...the old one still works just fine. And now I have to use my old boring white guitar, when I could be using my new cool brown one. &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and we got a new president or something.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: Goo Goo Dolls, "Two Days In February"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-2372301952751361784?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/2372301952751361784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=2372301952751361784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/2372301952751361784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/2372301952751361784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/11/aww-come-on.html' title='Aww, Come On'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-8086971887879249157</id><published>2008-11-01T23:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:31:44.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v352/227/124/1301850047/n1301850047_172430_3091.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v352/227/124/1301850047/n1301850047_172430_3091.jpg" style="float: none;" width="393" height="524" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I look kind of goofy in this one, but when she pointed the camera at me, my first instinct was to freeze rather than pose so my hand is in a very odd position...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v352/227/124/1301850047/n1301850047_172432_3508.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v352/227/124/1301850047/n1301850047_172432_3508.jpg" style="float: none;" width="524" height="393" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa, the person I was supposed to match. Obviously we just went with a bug theme and not the same kind of bug. Also, congratulations if you get the "Burt's Bee" thing. I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v352/227/124/1301850047/n1301850047_172438_4760.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v352/227/124/1301850047/n1301850047_172438_4760.jpg" style="float: none;" width="524" height="393" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you get the entire effect of the costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v352/227/124/1301850047/n1301850047_172440_5224.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v352/227/124/1301850047/n1301850047_172440_5224.jpg" style="float: none;" width="524" height="393" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ladybug and the bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v352/227/124/1301850047/n1301850047_172443_5902.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v352/227/124/1301850047/n1301850047_172443_5902.jpg" style="float: none;" width="393" height="524" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called Austin before he came into the work, and he told me that I'd love his costume.   &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley0.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v352/227/124/1301850047/n1301850047_172444_6177.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v352/227/124/1301850047/n1301850047_172444_6177.jpg" style="float: none;" width="524" height="393" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, it's Jason Castro!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all.  I'd put Tony's pictures up, but he might get annoyed.  So you're minus one Joker.  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-8086971887879249157?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/8086971887879249157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=8086971887879249157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/8086971887879249157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/8086971887879249157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-pictures.html' title='Halloween Pictures!'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-42421298255769698</id><published>2008-10-31T02:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T02:03:50.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look At Me!</title><content type='html'>Apparently my status on AIM is too depressing for my friend. "Romeo save me, I've been feeling so alone. I keep waiting for you, but you never come." What so depressing about that? It's not my fault, Taylor Swift said it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've put Harvest Moon on hold at least until I get music put back onto my phone. I can't just play that game for hours on end without anything going on in the background. I'm mad though because now my mom is further than I am in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be a ladybug for Halloween. The shirt isn't exactly ladybugish, but I needed more color in the costume than just me dressed in black and the red wings, so there are red, white, and gray diamonds on the front of the shirt. Hopefully it'll be good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rewatching 3rd Rock From The Sun, and I've forgotten how much I loved that show.   &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley12.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: Switchfoot, "New Way To Be Human"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-42421298255769698?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/42421298255769698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=42421298255769698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/42421298255769698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/42421298255769698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/10/look-at-me.html' title='Look At Me!'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-2001738193006093087</id><published>2008-10-28T00:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T00:24:54.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Journal</title><content type='html'>I refuse to accept that Julianne might not be back next week.  I don't want Cody to dance with Edyta.   &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really annoying when people don't make their statuses on facebook make sense. "Jamie is hey wasn't that fun?" is nonsense. Make it into a sentence, people! &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley4.gif" /&gt;   Yes, it annoys me more than it should.  Sephy, if you do that, I'll get revenge somehow.   &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drums are difficult... But not as annoying as singing. Because I'm much better at singing than I am at drumming, but it's much harder to sing a song you don't know than it is to fake drum a song you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the mall today to buy a Halloween costume so that I can match my friend at work. I don't know what we're getting yet. So far she's only suggested things that are completely impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was bad.  Almost made me cry several times.  Hate work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going back to my game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: Sara Bareilles, "Bottle It Up"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-2001738193006093087?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/2001738193006093087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=2001738193006093087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/2001738193006093087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/2001738193006093087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/10/todays-journal.html' title='Today&apos;s Journal'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-5885187532586197848</id><published>2008-10-26T04:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T04:12:05.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy</title><content type='html'>So I bought the new Guitar Hero game. Then I came home and played it using only the old guitar. Yep, so far it's a good use of $200. &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley0.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was at Walmart, I was playing with some of the stuff on the shelves in the Halloween section. I barely touch...something, I have no idea what it was, it falls off the shelf, I try to catch it before it falls, I just manage to hit it in my palm, and the package somehow flies open. Then I realized I was bleeding where it hit me. I have no idea how the package opened. It's just one of those basic plastic on cardboard things, but it should have still been connected enough that hitting the corner of it (which is what I'm assuming I did because of the cut) shouldn't have made it open enough for the plastic to fly off and have whatever it was that was inside go flying in another direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really be getting to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to go to work for me? I have to be there at 1. I feel I should warn everyone that the Sunday 1:00 shows are the busiest ones for kids movies. But I'm sure you can handle it. Oh, and when the shift is over, make sure you bring me a pumpkin. I need my pumpkin seeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: Matt Nathanson, "Come On Get Higher"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-5885187532586197848?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/5885187532586197848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=5885187532586197848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/5885187532586197848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/5885187532586197848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/10/sleepy.html' title='Sleepy'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-6544040516299852189</id><published>2008-10-21T22:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:30:46.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>When I close my eyes, I see little colored circles.  They just float in front of me, and I want to push them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm organizing all the music I own so that I can put some of it on my cell phone.  It's taking a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to work Friday, Saturday, or Sunday. It's going to be horrible... I keep trying to convince my boss we shouldn't get High School Musical 3, but he seems to think we need it because people will come to see it. I don't want them to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Burger King, and the guy behind the counter recognized me from the theater. He also probably thinks I'm an idiot now because I tried to order the "Hershey's Sundae Pie Blizzard", immediately realized what I had said and continued with "What the--? That's not a Blizzard. I meant the Hershey's pie...sundae...well, you know what I mean." I have no idea where I got Blizzard from. &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley3.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: Julianne Hough, "About Life"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-6544040516299852189?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/6544040516299852189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=6544040516299852189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/6544040516299852189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/6544040516299852189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_21.html' title=':)'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-2360943889673648715</id><published>2008-10-14T22:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:10:48.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disco Duck!</title><content type='html'>(The title has nothing to do with anything except the duck I got out of a 75 cent vending machine a while ago.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I guess I haven't made a new journal in 9 days. I've been playing Harvest Moon and working though... Speaking of which, I have to go buy an ostrich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spider disappeared for a few days, but it came back today.  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to take videos from DVDs and convert them to be able to use to make music videos with. And by "learned" I actually mean I just hadn't gotten around to doing it before today. So yay again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: Taylor Swift, "Fearless"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Only a month left before Taylor Swift's new CD.   &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley0.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-2360943889673648715?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/2360943889673648715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=2360943889673648715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/2360943889673648715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/2360943889673648715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/10/disco-duck.html' title='Disco Duck!'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-8000606203349094205</id><published>2008-10-05T23:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:17:20.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I was at work today, and I was getting ready to clean the restrooms. I set the carrying thing down on the ground, and when I stood up, I stood right into the paper towel holder, and now there's about an inch long cut on my head. It was bleeding. But the people I was working with were mostly helpful. Except for one guy that really annoyed me. Because when everyone else saw it and was like "Oh, that's not good" and "You should probably clean that out" he just looked excited and said "Cool, can I see??" I yelled at him. Severely. Then everyone was calling me Harry Potter for the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to play my new Harvest Moon game.  Maybe I'll do that soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accidentally pressed a key or two when I was moving my keyboard, and now the print is really tiny, and it looks different, and it's bothering me. If anyone knows how to fix that, it'd be great. I hit one of the keys in the bottom left area of the keyboard. So it was either the space bar, Alt, Windows key, or Ctrl. Maybe shift too, but I doubt that'd do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: Gavin DeGraw, "Follow Through"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-8000606203349094205?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/8000606203349094205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=8000606203349094205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/8000606203349094205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/8000606203349094205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-9083996538368655692</id><published>2008-09-29T22:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:42:37.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glarb</title><content type='html'>Today wasn't a fun day at work. There were lots and lots of people. We had to pop popcorn before the last shows went in so there wasn't enough time for the popper parts to cool down enough to clean which meant we couldn't clean the popper room either which put us really behind schedule. And then we had to pop again during the last set of shows because there were 84 people in the one movie. Which is a &lt;i&gt;lot&lt;/i&gt; for a Monday. So that put us even more behind schedule. But we got out of there just about...20 minutes late. Which wasn't bad. Except that I'm going to guess everything looks really bad. &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person I was working with and I high-fived on going quickly because obviously that's the only way to get stuff done. You have to high-five on it. But apparently he has no balance because when we did, he tripped over something and fell backwards into the wall. Which was hilarious. Ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eagle Eye was really good. Although I didn't like the last scene. I thought it was unnecessary. That's the only complaint I had though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry.  I need to eat something.  What should I eat?   &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley3.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: Matchbox Twenty, "Real World"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-9083996538368655692?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/9083996538368655692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=9083996538368655692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/9083996538368655692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/9083996538368655692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/09/glarb.html' title='Glarb'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-2057248611958191306</id><published>2008-09-27T01:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T01:28:27.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Luau!</title><content type='html'>So there's a Chinese place right next to my theater, and the dumpsters for my theater and the Chinese place are right next to each other. So sometimes when you go outside to throw trash away, there are people outside from the other place. And these two guys were out there last night, so when I got out there they started talking to me. Although I didn't know they were at first until one of them yelled, "Hey, movie theater person!" I think it was mostly the one guy that did the talking. And he asked me stuff like "Was it crowded" and "Oh really, then how many people are there" and "What movies are playing" and then finally "Do you want to see a movie with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, his friend literally snorted in laughter, and I was just like "No..." I feel bad though. If I hadn't been caught so off guard with that, I might have been a little nicer. I felt better with his friend laughing at him before I answered though. I still probably should have been nicer though. But then I went back inside and told one of my coworkers, and he looked annoyed and said "Well, I went out there, and they only talked to me. None of them were hitting on me." I think he was jealous. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They never actually sent the schedule out. And I found out today it was because they wanted to talk to one employee first because he didn't have any hours. Which is nice, of course. You know, that they wouldn't tell anyone else when they were working because one guy who doesn't actually accomplish anything at work is getting the amount of hours he deserves. It just seems kind of irresponsible to me to not let your employees know when they're working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those stupid Twilight books cost me about $50.  Which makes me angry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bUuuu5MJF70" target="_blank"&gt;Yup yup yup&lt;/a&gt; &lt;---That's a link.   &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: The link&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-2057248611958191306?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/2057248611958191306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=2057248611958191306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/2057248611958191306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/2057248611958191306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/09/luau.html' title='Luau!'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-3256052528189825645</id><published>2008-09-24T21:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:37:27.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Garble</title><content type='html'>They really need to stop being so cruel to Julianne on Dancing With The Stars. I know it's completely unreasonable to expect she would go home this early with her fanbase and the fact that her partner was on Hannah Montana, but... Really, that's the second night in a row they've left her and her partner until the end to find out if they're safe, and it still makes me nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading stupid Twilight books. Which...I'm very depressed to say are actually decent. Although I'm only on the first one. Hopefully they'll get worse, and I'll still be able to say I don't like anything having to do with vampires. The only reason I'm reading them is that several people at work pestered me constantly for the past couple of weeks, and I figure I may as well. Plus, this one guy told me that if I read them, he'd watch Supernatural. So that's obviously the most important thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a Hanson song over the intercom while I was in the grocery store today.  Which I thought was a little odd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...I think that's all. Oh, as far as I know, the schedule for next week isn't out yet so... I have tomorrow off, and then I don't know if I have to work or not. I'm kind of hoping that gets emailed to me in the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: Taylor Swift, "Love Story"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-3256052528189825645?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/3256052528189825645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=3256052528189825645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/3256052528189825645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/3256052528189825645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/09/garble.html' title='Garble'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-5011615934892764591</id><published>2008-09-20T00:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T00:18:35.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Um... So, uh...my internet decided to completely stop working today. And now it's fine. And completely back to normal. Which is odd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the spider didn't kill me.  Not that any of you care in the least.  Jerks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to look up where to find Remedy + in Final Fantasy VIII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I enjoy high speed internet.  I remember when I didn't have that for the past week.  &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: Five For Fighting, "World"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-5011615934892764591?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/5011615934892764591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=5011615934892764591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/5011615934892764591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/5011615934892764591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-4188299656820079958</id><published>2008-09-15T18:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T18:58:30.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grr...</title><content type='html'>My internet is really starting to get on my nerves.  Why is it going so slow?  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-4188299656820079958?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/4188299656820079958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=4188299656820079958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/4188299656820079958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/4188299656820079958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/09/grr.html' title='Grr...'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-267682195933476760</id><published>2008-09-13T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T15:35:10.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oww...</title><content type='html'>Pain... Somehow by turning my head, I managed to create a lot of pain in my right shoulder-neck area that has lasted through the night and into now. Which makes doing things difficult. Now I have to get ready for work. This involves straightening and tying back my hair. Now that should be interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-267682195933476760?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/267682195933476760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=267682195933476760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/267682195933476760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/267682195933476760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/09/oww.html' title='Oww...'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-3400159736824964663</id><published>2008-09-11T00:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T00:10:23.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aww...</title><content type='html'>It's not my birthday anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing Guitar Hero for the past several hours, and now my left wrist is very sore. Little typing from me right now. Maybe I'll write a better journal later. Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-3400159736824964663?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/3400159736824964663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=3400159736824964663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/3400159736824964663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/3400159736824964663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/09/aww.html' title='Aww...'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-8392527651641848254</id><published>2008-09-10T00:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:19:58.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>It's my birthday today!  Yay!  Everyone tell me how much you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was talking to this person on the phone just now. I work with her, and she's pretty gullible. Here, I'll put the conversation in script form, just like Matt did with his conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Her: So when was the internet invented?&lt;br /&gt;Me: 1723.&lt;br /&gt;Her: What?  No, really.&lt;br /&gt;Me: It really was.&lt;br /&gt;Her: But they didn't even have electricity then!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sure they did.  That was invented late 1600's.  By a guy named Johaness Gruberstein.&lt;br /&gt;Her: No way.  I don't believe you.  They lived in caves back in the 1600s.  Did they have cars?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Don't be ridiculous, of course not.  They had go-mobiles though.&lt;br /&gt;Her: What's that?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Remember in the Flinstones?  It's like that.  Look it up on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;Her: I will.  And I'm going to buy one of those because it sounds really cool!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Maybe you'll get lucky and get a dinosaur with it.&lt;br /&gt;Her: Dinosaurs aren't real!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes they are! See, they took the DNA from frogs and then remade them from that. But only the less dangerous ones like Stegosaurus. Although, they still have kind of a risk.&lt;br /&gt;Her: I'm going to have a dinosaur and have it sleep on my bed with me.&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's dangerous! A guy got killed when a Stegosaurus turned around, and the tail accidently caught him. Look it up. His name was Jerry Rice.&lt;br /&gt;Her: Are you being serious?  Are there really dinosaurs?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, haven't you ever seen them at the zoo?  They're right next to the reptile place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing she didn't look any of that up.   &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley7.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: Taylor Swift, "Mary's Song (Oh My, My, My)"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-8392527651641848254?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/8392527651641848254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=8392527651641848254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/8392527651641848254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/8392527651641848254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/09/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-4430747917778001390</id><published>2008-08-30T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T17:29:19.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3 Jason</title><content type='html'>Quick note, went to American Idol tour for Jason Castro, loved watching him sing. Got autographs from him, Brooke, David Cook, David Archuleta, and Kristy Lee Cook. No one else came out afterwards. Which is fine for them, I guess. If they really want to be that way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a long day. I was so tired that I slept until about an hour ago. And then I woke up and realized it was 4 and I was still kind of tired. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else happened except all the things that happened yesterday that I don't feel like boring you with. Sorry.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably go find something to eat since I'm hungry and haven't really eaten anything in the past 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: Brooke White, "Yellow"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-4430747917778001390?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/4430747917778001390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=4430747917778001390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/4430747917778001390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/4430747917778001390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/08/3-jason.html' title='&lt;3 Jason'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-1750376149732921905</id><published>2008-08-24T19:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:15:26.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah...</title><content type='html'>So let's hear about my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off poorly with only 3 hours of sleep because it took me 3 and a half hours to fall asleep. Which still would have only given me 6 and a half hours of sleep, but still. That's better than 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to work, which annoyed me far more than it should have.  I'm guessing because of the sleep thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but then I got off early, and here's where it gets fun. I had to find a pair of khaki pants since we can't wear shorts to work starting in September, so I went to several stores until at last I had to go to Walmart, defeated. At Walmart, I ran into someone who used to work at my theater who was nicknamed "Creepy Carl". I'm looking at calendars and then see him and kind of stop in my tracks. He says hi, and then the friend he was with goes on without him. This guy starts a conversation and says "Oh yeah, I saw your car in the parking lot so I thought you'd be in here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is kind of creepy. Let's take a moment here to explain the nickname. So this guy always used to chew on matchsticks at work. One day, another girl that worked with us went into her car after work and found a bunch of matchsticks in there. I could make a whole journal on all the stories about him, but I won't. Anyway, after he finally leaves, a guy who was standing by us says "He knew you were here because he was stalking you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed and was like "I know." Because I wouldn't doubt it. Then the guy keeps talking and says stuff like "I can be your witness. I got that creepy stalker vibe from him. That's the kind of guy your mom warned you about." At which point I'm thinking &lt;i&gt;Yeah, but so are you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I leave the store, and when I get home I see a giant nail sticking out of my tire. Now, I'm not saying it was Creepy Carl, but it seems a little too coincidental for me. Especially since it was sticking straight out and not at an angle or anything. And that's my story from today. It was actually interesting if you took the time to read it all. &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: Lifehouse, "Somewhere Only We Know"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-1750376149732921905?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/1750376149732921905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=1750376149732921905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/1750376149732921905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/1750376149732921905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/08/ah.html' title='Ah...'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-8861005607176922634</id><published>2008-08-21T03:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T03:36:40.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Llama</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I had a whole long journal about stuff, but then I decided I didn't need to explain myself to any of you. Think whatever you want about whatever you will, but just because you think one way, it doesn't mean I do. I've been trying to put this next part into words, but they just don't come out right, so I guess I'll stop trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Shawn Johnson got her gold, and that made me really happy. She's my 3rd favorite Olympic athlete after Apolo and Dominique Moceanu. I have very little love for Kerri Strugg, and I challenge any of you to watch her again and actually say she's good. She did one good thing for the team, which she wouldn't have had to do if she hadn't done the other thing she was supposed to do very poorly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh...I think I have very weak thought process left right now. And that sentence made absolutely no sense. I realize this, but I just don't feel like going back to figure out how to fix it. Shush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Big sigh of relief* Firefox just died on me, but it still kept everything I'd typed after restoring it.  Good fortune.   &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley0.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: Regina Spektor, "The Call"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-8861005607176922634?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/8861005607176922634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=8861005607176922634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/8861005607176922634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/8861005607176922634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/08/llama.html' title='Llama'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-2784066085569633605</id><published>2008-08-19T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T00:17:26.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awwww</title><content type='html'>So I was talking to my OK friend and she said that it's a good thing I'm talking about Shawn Johnson so much since people are probably getting tired of me talking about Apolo all the time. Is this true? Are you really tired of hearing about Apolo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know Shawn Johnson has a golden retriever?  That makes her ten times more awesome than I thought she was before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e350/shadowfox92/OlympicPets08-Johnson-350.jpg" style="float: none;" width="350" height="235" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...I'm sure there's more that I should be saying, but I can't think of anything. Oh, I had the coolest dream a few days ago that ended with Sylar from Heroes cutting off my head to steal my super powers. Which is awesome because it meant I had super powers. But that's not why the dream was so great, although I won't go into why it was since I don't feel like explaining it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness abound. I got my story sent to me from my OK friend, and now I can start writing it again after almost 3 months. So that makes me really happy. ^_^ It's just an all around great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's just hope for a gold tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: Switchfoot, "This Is Home"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-2784066085569633605?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/2784066085569633605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=2784066085569633605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/2784066085569633605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/2784066085569633605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/08/awwww.html' title='Awwww'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-5525788655898482624</id><published>2008-03-07T02:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T02:35:22.609-06:00</updated><title type='text'>These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>First of all, let's get out of the way that I watch American Idol, Survivor, Dancing with the Stars, and the winter olympics. Yes, ha ha "She's a loser, she watches reality TV." Shut up. This is the long-awaited journal you've all been waiting for about my favorite things. It's dedicated to three people who have been waiting very anxiously for it. And those people are Matt, Em, and my friend Katie. Sniff...this just wouldn't be possible without all your support! So without further ado, let's get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5th - Zelda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e350/shadowfox92/tellmethestory-zelda.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e350/shadowfox92/tellmethestory-zelda.jpg" style="float: none;" height="346" width="524" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok...I'll admit that I didn't have a 5th thing that I love so I decided to fall back on Zelda. It was a choice between that or Tales of Symphonia, and Zelda won out because...well, it's Zelda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4th - Ozzy from Survivor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e350/shadowfox92/survivor-cook-islands-2006121806400.jpg" style="float: none;" height="358" width="300" /&gt; Ozzy was number 3 up until he decided to be a freaking moron last night and get bumped down to number 4. 1-2 years ago when he was first on Survivor, he absolutely dominated in the challenges, and he was completely in love with the experience of living on that island so I knew that he'd be back if there was an All-Stars 2. Which there kind of is. And he's back. (And still so much better than Yul.) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3rd - Prince Caspian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e350/shadowfox92/prince-caspian.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e350/shadowfox92/prince-caspian.jpg" style="float: none;" height="524" width="354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The movie, not the prince. Although I will admit that I love the character. I can't wait for this movie to come out. That's pretty much all I talk about at work movie-wise. I think I'm starting to annoy people. I don't care though, it was my favorite of the Narnia books, and it's going to be a great movie. By the way, I signed up for that poster, and I'll be very happy when I can hang it up in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2nd - Jason Castro from American Idol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e350/shadowfox92/29449.jpg" style="float: none;" height="330" width="440" /&gt; I find it likely that none of you would like Jason Castro. But he's easily my number 2, and Bb will actually be very surprised to hear he's closing in on my number 1. He doesn't have the voice to belt out songs like most of the other people, but his strength lies in singing with such conviction, as though he's gone through the experience of the song. (Maybe you have to listen to the song 248 times to really get it.) &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=KErcGI2JJvI&amp;amp;feature=related" target="_blank"&gt;Here he is singing on tuesday night.&lt;/a&gt;  Also, he's just adorable, and you can't argue with that.  And he plays the guitar.   &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley0.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1st - Apolo Anton Ohno&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e350/shadowfox92/Ohno_1024.jpg" style="float: none;" height="384" width="512" /&gt;  I  &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley12.gif" /&gt;  Apolo.  He's an olympic short track skater who won season 4 of Dancing with the Stars.  &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=gsMZ77TX0C4" target="_blank"&gt;Let's all watch him samba!&lt;/a&gt; He's very competitive, but not in an annoying way, he just has a drive to better himself. Which is why he wins gold medals. I wish I didn't have to wait until 2010 to see him again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all. I figure most of you will probably skip this journal, but I do expect the three I mentioned to read it, study every picture, and click on every link. That's the price you pay for even faking interest. That'll teach you to do that next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: Jason Castro, "Hallelujah"  (Aw, come on, that shouldn't be a surprise.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I used "waiting" several times on purpose in the first paragraph.  Thought you should know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-5525788655898482624?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/5525788655898482624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=5525788655898482624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/5525788655898482624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/5525788655898482624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/03/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-3172826545048194956</id><published>2008-03-01T02:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T02:09:45.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrrrrrrrrrrggggggola</title><content type='html'>My friend told me to make a favorite things journal. I would, but it'd just be all the famous guys I love, and I know none of you want to read about that, especially Bb who hears about them enough as it is. &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley0.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard to type when you're singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need a new computer. Mine has been acting up since the day I bought it, and I think it's starting to die a little more than usual. Except, if I get a new computer, then I'm stuck with Vista so...there's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream where a polar bear was attacking a deer, and so my friend went to go stop the polar bear, and the polar bear beat her up. But the polar bear was a doctor so my mom thought it'd serve the polar bear right if he had to help her after beating her up, so she drove an ambulance after him and forced him to help. That was not one of those "important" dreams I've been having, I just thought I'd share because it's so odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like days off. I wonder what they're like. Tomorrow's day 6 in a row of work, and luckily, someone was nice enough to switch with me so I work at night now. Which means I get to sleep in. And go to sleep late. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: Train, "When I Look To The Sky"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Everyone who hasn't made a journal in two weeks should make a new one.   &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley1.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-3172826545048194956?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/3172826545048194956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=3172826545048194956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/3172826545048194956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/3172826545048194956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/03/arrrrrrrrrrrggggggola.html' title='Arrrrrrrrrrrggggggola'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-4372989295951309389</id><published>2008-02-28T02:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T02:46:03.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Out!</title><content type='html'>I keep having these dreams that I can't remember, and then at some point during the day, I'll get a brief flash of the latest one but never be able to actually think of what it was. And I feel like I'm missing something incredibly important, and it's kind of frustrating. Like in this last one I was in an auditorium and talking to someone, but I can't remember who, and I can't remember the situation very well, but there were all these blinking colored lights, and it's just driving me insane. I know they're just dreams, but I feel like I need to know what happens in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have superpowers, and that's what it's all about.  If so, that's fantastic.   &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley0.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to add more, but then I realized it'd make this journal really long, and nobody really cares that much. So I'm going to leave since I have to wake up for work in the morning anyway. And since nobody will work for me, I have no choice but to sleep...2 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: Taylor Swift, "Stay Beautiful"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-4372989295951309389?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/4372989295951309389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=4372989295951309389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/4372989295951309389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/4372989295951309389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/02/look-out.html' title='Look Out!'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-8670637258106208189</id><published>2008-02-19T22:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T22:38:50.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 200th</title><content type='html'>It's my 200th journal!  I amn't sure what to do for it.  Or whether I should really care or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I think I'll care since I have nothing else better to do. Yahoo!!! 200 journals! What an achievement! Everyone bow before me! BOW! Shower me with gifts and chocolate and love! Ooh, and fountains. Not like...water fountains, but fireworks fountains. No wait...don't actually shower me with those. Then I'd be a crippled, burning mess on the ground, writhing in pain, and screaming in horrible little noises to make you stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descriptive, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unrelated, I feel very happy but very depressed at the same time. It's such a weird feeling. You'd think the two would even out, but instead they're just clashing with each other. I wonder which will win out. Anyone care to make a bet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Tuesday to everyone who celebrates tuesdays. And if you don't...are you kidding? It's tuesday, do you just pretend that day of the week doesn't exist or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: Ashley Tisdale, "Kiss The Girl"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-8670637258106208189?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/8670637258106208189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=8670637258106208189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/8670637258106208189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/8670637258106208189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-200th.html' title='Happy 200th'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-8182568617638271556</id><published>2008-02-16T03:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T03:04:14.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pbbtth!</title><content type='html'>So this Valentine's Day wasn't as bad as most of them. I didn't do anything, of course, but I didn't have to deal with annoying people all day long either. So good enough. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad bought me a new alarm clock today since yesterday my old one stopped showing numbers, and I was afraid it was going to say "DIE" instead. Since it was showing weird half numbers. I'm totally not kidding about the die part, by the way. Anyway, this morning since he had to buy new ink anyway, I told him to get me a new alarm clock, totally not expecting anything, and I come home to a Cinderella alarm clock waiting for me. Cute. It's really cool though you can press a button and the time lights up on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I amn't sure why I went on so long about that alarm clock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost ran over a bunny yesterday! It ran out in the middle of the road, and apparently my reaction was to quickly push in the clutch. Which would have been great if I'd followed that up with hitting the brake. But I didn't. In fact, I think the gas pedal was involved somewhere. So hopefully I never have to stop really quickly because my reactions are backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So um...Happy Valentine's Day to everyone, I guess... Since I'm not completely hating it right now and feeling a little generous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: Kelly Clarkson, "Maybe"'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. This was supposed to have been posted yesterday.  Oops.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-8182568617638271556?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/8182568617638271556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=8182568617638271556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/8182568617638271556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/8182568617638271556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/02/pbbtth.html' title='Pbbtth!'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-262389933964276186</id><published>2008-02-06T03:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T03:57:33.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Did At Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e350/shadowfox92/Napkin.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e350/shadowfox92/Napkin.jpg" style="float: none;" height="402" width="524" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it was a busy day all right. I'll explain all the pictures because even though I'm sure nobody cares, there'll be someone who says "Hey, what do they all mean?" just to be difficult. So since you don't care just skip the next part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Left Side&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll have to match them up as much as you can...  First you have Peter and Nathan.  One of them is flying.&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Deku Shield&lt;br /&gt;Andy, my manager of the day who had said my drawings were bad and was thus punished with horns, fangs, and a dress.&lt;br /&gt;Triforce&lt;br /&gt;Horton the elephant wearing a sailor shirt and looking none too happy about it&lt;br /&gt;A flying Puni&lt;br /&gt;Poor guy who's scared of lightning&lt;br /&gt;Rose&lt;br /&gt;Alien spaceship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Right Side&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragonfly&lt;br /&gt;Dog from Powerpuff Girls&lt;br /&gt;Sword piercing through cloud. Which was supposed to be Exor from Mario RPG, but I quickly realized I don't remember what he looks like.&lt;br /&gt;Demetricus, my superhero puppy.  Look, he has a cape.  ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Anakin from Episode III. He's asking "Because of Obi-Wan?" I didn't actually draw that picture, Andy did, and only because he's obsessed with that scene and is constantly quoting it. I play my part though. When Anakin chokes Padme, I pretend like I'm choking. I participate. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Wow, that was a huge waste of time. I wonder if I have anything else to talk about. ...Anything at all... Hmm...I appear to lead a very boring life. And I'm tired. I guess I'll just go to sleep then and dream some dreams. Last night's dream was weird...here's hoping for a better one tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, Katie, what I meant about "indulgence" is that having now accepted what I have, I play with little scenarios in my head like...what if that happened, or what if it happened this way instead?  I wish I could stop because I already know I'll come crashing down pretty hard when it's all done, but it's just one of those things that it's too late for.  So I'm sure that cleared nothing up for you.  I tried though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: John Mayer, "Say"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-262389933964276186?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/262389933964276186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=262389933964276186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/262389933964276186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/262389933964276186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-i-did-at-work.html' title='What I Did At Work'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-8325448315164445267</id><published>2008-02-03T01:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T02:09:30.608-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Scott!</title><content type='html'>It's interesting how one moment you're so sure of something, and then the next something happens, and you feel completely different. I'm talking split second realizations like in the movies when they're always like "Oh wow, I can't believe I'm actually in love with this person!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though not necessarily that subject.  Seriously.  It was just the only example I could think of for that happening in a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've had a couple of those in the past couple of weeks. The second one just happened to negate the first one, but that's how it goes. Although I'm very fond of self-awareness, the problem is that once you realize something you have no choice but to accept it, and with acceptance comes indulgence, and I definitely don't want to indulge. I wish I could go back to the denial stage. &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I hate my shampoo. I was just using really good shampoo, but then it ran out so I'm back to the cheaper stuff, and I can actually feel my hair being dried out when it's still under the water. Weird feeling. Weird, &lt;i&gt;weird&lt;/i&gt; feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: Colbie Caillat, "Feelings Show"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-8325448315164445267?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/8325448315164445267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=8325448315164445267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/8325448315164445267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/8325448315164445267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/02/great-scott.html' title='Great Scott!'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-6321282677481308389</id><published>2008-01-23T23:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T23:51:41.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Behold My Journal</title><content type='html'>So I went shopping at the grocery store with my mom today. Well...actually we did all our food shopping at Walmart because there was a fire in the actual food store we usually go to and it's closed until further notice. It was fairly entertaining. I was riding around on a shopping cart like a little kid. Why? Because I'm not too old to realize that the things I enjoyed when I was a kid are still fun. Plus, it's great seeing the looks of all the people around me. &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley0.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing my key earrings, and we're in the checkout line when the guy at the register says "Hey, I like your earrings. They remind me of..." And then he trailed off and continued "Well, I was gonna say like a video game, but that's--"&lt;br /&gt;That's where I interrupted him with "Kingdom Hearts. They remind you of keyblades, right?" And he said yes, and then we got into a 10 minute conversation about why Kingdom Hearts is such a great game. By the way, and I'm not directing this to anyone in particular, Bb, but he also agrees that Riku is the best character by far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...now I really want to play that game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: Lifehouse, "Trying"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-6321282677481308389?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/6321282677481308389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=6321282677481308389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/6321282677481308389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/6321282677481308389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/01/behold-my-journal.html' title='Behold My Journal'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512672798254113704.post-6062200218591135044</id><published>2008-01-21T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T23:05:19.865-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Leaping Antelopes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ok, so I've resurrected my journal-type thing and will actually keep updates on it now seeing as how I'll be able to copy and paste from red vs blue.  So let's just start this off with my latest entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;I was going to attempt to be insightful in this journal, but then I realized it'd make me sound pathetic and depressing so I decided not to. So lucky break for all of you since you don't have to deal with it. &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley8.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Season 2 of Heroes...  Curse you, Bb.  Curse you into oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, if you could have any superpower, what would it be? Personally, I would love to be able to bend time and space. Although the bending time part would probably put a lot of pressure on me. But how cool would it be to be able to teleport wherever you wanted? I can think of a few places I'd go. Who wants me to visit them? &lt;img style="float: none; clear: none; display: inline;" src="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/assets/images/emoticons/smiley0.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's going to be a great day at work. I'm working with two of my favorite people, and we're going to have a party. The one guy's going to invite a band, and we'll have pizza, and it'll be wonderful. Let's hope the band shows up this time though... Our last party didn't go so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: Taylor Swift, "Cold As You""&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512672798254113704-6062200218591135044?l=kitsunekage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/feeds/6062200218591135044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512672798254113704&amp;postID=6062200218591135044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/6062200218591135044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512672798254113704/posts/default/6062200218591135044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitsunekage.blogspot.com/2008/01/great-leaping-antelopes.html' title='Great Leaping Antelopes!'/><author><name>kitsunekage92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637887418091686707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
