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  <title>Insert madness here.</title>
  <subtitle>Are cashews awesome or what?</subtitle>
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    <name>Someone Else</name>
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  <updated>2007-06-21T05:09:15Z</updated>
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    <title>Live and learn.</title>
    <published>2007-06-21T05:07:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-21T05:09:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So.  Here we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always seemed odd to me now events of the past can seem like yesterday or decades ago, at the same time.  I look around now at my own apartment (!) and realize how far I've come only to sigh nostalgically.  Livejournal, for example, holds such wonderful memories!  Only yesterday I was reading through friends' updates... so why are there strange buttons?  'Embed Media'?  Say what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always liked updating myself though, mostly because I find immense pleasure in reading these blurbs afterwards.  Internet explorer still bothers the hell outta me, but I am less... active in my hatred for it.  Hatred for other things, such as rather untalented artists who scribble all over the sidewalk to prevent actual pictures from... well, existing... eh, that's a different matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of sidewalk art.  Thought you should all know, if you ever do end up here around the streets of Toronto, that there is an extremely talented Cantonese man around Yonge, Bay, and Queen (he moves around) who re-creates masterpieces on the sidewalk.  A duplicate of The Girl with the Pearl Earring decorated the corner of Yonge and Bloor for a good few days.  This is completely relevant, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like everything else in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.om/albums/v193/Kuami/happyhappy.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>disadjust @ 2006-11-17T16:45:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-17T21:45:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-17T21:45:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wow.  This version 7 of Internet Explorer is absolutely horrific, and I had to post something somewhere aobut it.  WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the stupid bar at the top is glued to the top and won't budge and the stupid buttons and... what the fuck.  *spazz*  It's really, REALLY bothering me!  And now my default explorer is firefox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take that you stupid... tab-idea-taker fucking ie... argh.  &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;</content>
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    <title>Wahoo.</title>
    <published>2006-09-03T04:53:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-03T04:53:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey guess what.  I moved in.  And all my stuff (this time, maybe) fit into that brave little two doored car.  And my room is beautiful and I have a rolly chair, finally.  I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except I'm on the 2nd floor and get a /wonderful/ view of construction outside.  o_o  I can't complain too much though, because, even on the second floor, my suite is probably better than your dorm.  (ilu.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My suitemates are nice, so that's good.  And someone brought a rice cooker, and that's brilliant.  Here's hoping for a cook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How have you been?</content>
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    <title>Home sweet home - for the next 3 weeks.</title>
    <published>2006-08-13T15:23:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-13T15:23:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just wokeup from a nap, on my own mattress with the sweetest (and now possibly the fattest) kitty ever lying on my face.  It's good to be home again.  Despite the fact that there are boxes everywhere because I'll be gone again in 3 weeks, there's an aura about the place.  Maybe it's the smell, or the cat hair all over, but whatever it is I'm going to miss it.  A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking around now, I finally realize that holy crap I have a lot of shit.  Or holy shit I have a lot of crap.  o___o  Most of it is stuff I'd never happily part with... the cute little trinkets from all over the place and the old stuff animals I've had for years (the ones that should be thrown away because they smell a bit odd but I'm sentimental and keep everything.  You know that horrible gift you gave me a few years ago for Christmas?  It's useless and takes up closet space, but I still have it and will probably continue to keep it around just because it was a gift).  Everything else will be donated, unless you want to buy it.  Tape with doggies on it, 50 cents!  o_o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, &lt;b&gt;where can I go to sell stuff&lt;/b&gt;?  Do you happen to know any used electronics/furniture shops around?  We have a really nice grill in the basement, and printers, and television, and phones, stuff that people might actually  buy.  And alarms.  And couches and tables and wardrobes and chairs.  And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me to call you, so I can see you before everyone drifts off to the wind.  And when I do see you, take me to see Ann Arbor.  And let me take a picture of you, and hug me goodbye.</content>
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    <title>I'm in China!</title>
    <published>2006-07-18T19:13:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-18T19:13:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm not sure why, but I had the sudden urge to post a photo.  It's a pretty cool photo too.  o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-464.facebook.com/ip006/v36/34/5/28121381/n28121381_30973464_9689.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture of the 'wind moving rock', located on the island of Dongshan, near Taiwan.  It just won't fall.</content>
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    <title>disadjust @ 2006-06-17T01:50:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-17T05:53:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-17T05:53:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Aw fuck, I can't remember any of my passes.  I gotta reset them now.  And if I want to watch the world cup I gotta stay up until 3 am.  Aw, fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's hot here and very very humid and I haven't seen the sun in a week and the mosquitos here are larger than my thumbnail and the population is bunches and bunches!  But the shopping is good, and I've realized just how much I really, really, really love and cherish air conditioners.  Not to mention whoever invented them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to this one restaurant that had everything live (because apparently the people of 广州 eat everything.  But we had crab, and it was yummy.  Crab is good.  Chinese food &amp;gt; whatever food you're eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alive and in one piece for now!  Hugs and kisses, I miss you already.</content>
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    <title>disadjust @ 2006-05-29T21:34:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-30T01:48:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-30T01:48:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;I like Toronto bunches and bunches, at least the parts that I explored.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My future campus is right in the middle of everything, fast walk to the CN Tower, right in the middle of main street shops and the best restaurants and of course, right near &lt;i&gt;Chinatown&lt;/i&gt;.  Spadina, the main road, is actually the western boarder of the campus.  Covenient, ain't it?  (Probably spelled convenient wrong, which is sad, considering I spent a good deal of time being half asleep and watching a spelling bee.  I will forever know how to spell 'trestle'.)  I saw my college place, and also *hopefully* my future suite building.  I do hope incredibly much that I sounded polite and amazing on my application...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.library.utoronto.ca/robarts/building.jpg" align="left"&gt;It resembled U of M remarkably, with the exception of being downtown Toronto and having a giant turkey building in the middle of everything.  The people inside the turkey were nice though, and it's where I got my &lt;i&gt;official U of T id&lt;/i&gt;.  Ongz!11ldnzoway.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Saw some more stuff, parliament buildings or something else, park, where the legislative met and all that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On the way back today, I decided I wanted to visit Hamilton, where I learned english and whatnot.  First North American school I ever attended was there!  Was, was.  They tore it down, because apparently, it was too old and would've cost too much to fix.  It wouldn't have been pratical.  Thanks to a neighbourhood petition, they kept an entire entrance of the building!  And left the rest of the field to the weeds.  Goodbye, Peace Memorial.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And to top everything off, I think I'm sunburnt.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>disadjust @ 2006-05-24T18:59:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-24T23:39:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-24T23:41:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Are humans worth the effort?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We're fundamentally selfish creatures, not to mention eternally ungrateful.  Should someone dedicate their entire life to try and help people who'll accept their aid eagerly but spit them out after?  Oh yes, there &lt;i&gt;must&lt;/i&gt; be at least one good person out there, and no matter what, that one good person must be helped!  But one, one in how many?  Not 10, not 100.  1000?  10000?  100000?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;People donate to get tax deductibles, to organizations.  How much of each dollar actually goes to where the donater wanted it to go?  90 cents?  80?  5?  Who decides?  Who calculates?  Who tells the truth?  And what happens when the money actually get to where it's suppose to go?  Oh yes, people will be fed for a day, maybe a month.  So after the donations stop, what'll happen?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Of course, said donater can always be a super person and go to the troubled area themselves, to help and give part of themself to help others!  People will talk, and they'll be admired.  Help, how?  Where will they get the money?  And everyone &lt;i&gt;knows&lt;/i&gt; nothing can be done without money.  Heart is hardly enough anymore.  In fact, heart probably doesn't matter now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But no!  What's happening in other parts of the world doesn't affect us at all.  There are others to take care of the problem, others who'll do things.  Others, who're more capable, who're more caring and compassionate, who can do a better job.  It won't affect us here.  Plus the things that do affect us now can be avoided.  Everyone's going everywhere, and what are the chances we'll see anyone ever again?  All that &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; matters is that we find good jobs and have money to buy what we want.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Can someone help me believe that?&lt;br&gt;Can someone help me decide, fill in the facts that I don't know?&lt;br&gt;Can someone prove something definite in the arguement?&lt;br&gt;Can someone tell me I'm wrong?  Or right?&lt;br&gt;Can someone help?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;...My brain hurts now.  And I'm going to take a nap.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>disadjust @ 2006-05-22T17:44:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-22T21:50:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-22T21:51:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Twentieth Century Fox - The Doors</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Prom was fun.  I wore a slinky dress that my hair was longer than.  And shoes that my feet didn't appreciate at all.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But on a serious note.  My laptop has a protrusion and it's bothering me &lt;i&gt;a lot&lt;/i&gt;.  I'm not exactly sure why, since it doesn't actually interfere with my using the computer, but it being there is just bothersome.&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i221/Disadjust/deformity.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;The black thing isn't suppose to be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*is bothered*&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>disadjust @ 2006-05-14T12:04:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-14T16:05:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-14T16:05:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;This was &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; intentional.&lt;/b&gt;  o__o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 12pt;" width="250" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your Slanguage Profile&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D1D1D1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canadian Slang&lt;/strong&gt;: 100%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D6D6D6"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aussie Slang&lt;/strong&gt;: 50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DBDBDB"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prison Slang&lt;/strong&gt;: 50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DFDFDF"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victorian Slang&lt;/strong&gt;: 50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E4E4E4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;British Slang&lt;/strong&gt;: 25%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E9E9E9"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Southern Slang&lt;/strong&gt;: 25%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New England Slang&lt;/strong&gt;: 0%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatslanguagedoyouspeakquiz/"&gt;What Slanguage Do You Speak?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was the timbit question...&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>disadjust @ 2006-05-09T16:10:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-09T20:12:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-09T20:12:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Venus - Air</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"Leave your name and:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'll respond with something random about you&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll challenge you to try something&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you&lt;br /&gt;4. I'll tell you something I like about you&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you&lt;br /&gt;8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours"</content>
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    <title>disadjust @ 2006-05-06T22:05:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-07T02:09:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-07T02:09:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">When I grow up, I'm going to have a weasel as a pet, and if I can help it, a monkey too (the kind on the Little Zoo that Could).</content>
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    <title>disadjust @ 2006-04-20T13:12:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-20T17:12:57Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-20T17:12:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/ninjameditate.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-3"&gt;-Courtesy of dA.-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>disadjust @ 2006-04-17T19:38:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-17T23:47:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-17T23:47:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">There was a bottle cap in my shoe today.  How the cat managed that is beyond me, but he's always been a talented little thing.  Now he's playing around with one of my hairsticks.  o-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for an hour long walk today, it was nice weather but now my bottom is sore and it complains about sitting down.  The park where I walked had this amazing new modern age high-tech super climb-on device though, and I climbed it.  Children these days get all the new cool things.  Why, back when we were kids we had to deal with wooden, unsafe climbing structures and wood chips!  Everyone knows woodchips aren't safe now (hence their replacement with that awesome semi-bouncy rubber substance).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kids, termites, get off the play structure now now now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's in the future but I need the information to plan.  When is everyone going off to college, when will be their last day in Ann Arbor?  I don't have tickets back from China yet, and I want to get back to say goodbyes to people.  And give hugs.  And long teary goodbyes are definately in order.  And.  And...</content>
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    <title>disadjust @ 2006-04-12T16:51:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-12T20:53:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-12T20:53:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Meet tank man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://meisterplanet.com/images/wordpress-entries/tiananmen-square-tanks.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 4th, 1989.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>disadjust @ 2006-04-11T22:29:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-12T02:37:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-12T02:37:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.pbs.org/empires/romans/_graphics/titles/quiz.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're Claudius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You most resemble one of Rome's truly successful leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His awkward and clumsy appearance made Claudius one of the Roman Empire's most unlikely leaders. But after the excesses of Caligula's reign, the people of Rome loved Claudius for his common sense and generosity of spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claudius was already over 50 years old when he became emperor and had taken no part in public life. His was a compassionate reign in which laws were passed to protect slaves, extend citizenship and increase women's rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By finally conquering Britain, Claudius became the first emperor since Augustus to extend the empire and succeeded where even the great Julius Caesar had failed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How big a dork am I?  My dorkage &amp;gt; Your dorkage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quiz is from pbs.org.  I was prompted to visit the site after watching a bit about the infamous tank man.  Everytime I see something like that, I'd be torn between wanting to enjoy life in the west and going back home to try and change the world a little.  But we have to use logic nowadays and I can't go back being the skilless person that I am.  Oh, the dilemmas of life.  I should flip a coin, but how to decide which is heads and which is tails?</content>
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    <title>disadjust @ 2006-04-11T16:03:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-11T20:12:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-11T20:12:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;form action="http://chaz.bdmonkeys.net/battle.php" method="get"&gt;&lt;table align="center" width="400" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="1" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" align="center"&gt;&lt;p style="color:red;font-family=&amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Is Your Battle Cry?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffbb77" align="center"&gt;&lt;p style="margin:10px;font-family:&amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;;font-size:16px;color:#000;"&gt;&lt;font face="old english text mt,old english text" size="+3"&gt;S&lt;/font&gt;kulking on the cliffs, cutting down all who dare stand in the way using buzzsaw hand extensions, cometh &lt;b&gt;Disadjust&lt;/b&gt;! And she gives a cruel scream:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:11px;font-family:&amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;;font-size:18px;color:#000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"As sure as predators devour prey, I destroy all in my path like a four-year-old on a sugar rampage!!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#aaaaaa"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:&amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;;font-size:14px;color:#000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Find out!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter username: &lt;input type="text" name="usrname" value="Disadjust"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you &lt;input type="radio" name="sex" value="f" checked="checked"&gt;a girl, or &lt;input type="radio" name="sex" value="m"&gt;a guy ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Submit"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" align="center"&gt;&lt;p style="color:red;font-family:&amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;;font-size:12px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;created by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/beatings/"&gt;&lt;font color="#cc00ff" face="times new roman"&gt;beatings&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;:&lt;b&gt; powered by &lt;a href="http://www.bdmonkeys.net/"&gt;&lt;font color="#cc00ff" face="times new roman"&gt;monkeys&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For mah birthday (real birthday, not fake):&lt;br /&gt;Events&lt;br /&gt;- 1918 - World War I ends: Germany signs an armistice agreement with the Allies in a railroad car outside of Compiègne in France. The war officially stops at 11:00.&lt;br /&gt;- 1970 - First broadcast of Sesame Street. &lt;br /&gt;- 1994 - The first live internet video webcast in the Netherlands was produced by Stef van der Ziel, Rudo de Jong and Gerad Harens. &lt;br /&gt;Births&lt;br /&gt;- 1821 - Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Russian novelist&lt;br /&gt;- 1863 - Paul Signac, French painter&lt;br /&gt;Deaths&lt;br /&gt;- 1831 - Nat Turner, American slave rebel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's an important date!  And Netherland-ish names are funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the internet.&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>Failing english is bad, not graduating is bad, so what does that mean?  Read Crime and Punishment!</title>
    <published>2006-04-06T20:16:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-08T16:59:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">That is one cool map.  Anyway, can you feel happiness and joy and stuff just PERMEATING from the screen?  Well you should!  Because I am a happy little person today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went for a walk, and the weather was gorgeous, but that just results in a normal amount of happiness.  And I was going to visit the magazine but I didn't want to and I drove away home (happiness was still a normal amount) and then I looked at mail.  There was a big package and I opened it up and the first page read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Ms. Li:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am delighted to offer you admission to the University of Toronto for the &lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;006-07 academic year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness: *permeates*</content>
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    <title>Take me somewhere.</title>
    <published>2006-03-17T00:50:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-17T00:50:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sometimes I really love people.  Adore them, in fact, and realize that humans are indeed social creatures and I'm only human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got a FedEx today, from some unknown Ontario town.  It was from Guelph saying 'Congratulations!' I've been accepted blah blah housing blah tuition blah housing blah Canada is good.  It's the first school that's gotten back to me since sending midterms, and ironically it's the only school who still says it needs &lt;i&gt;English Proficiency Requirements&lt;/i&gt; (just checked, still there).  Up theirs.  ¬__¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, an admission dude from CCS called today, asking if I wanted to go visit their campus and I said I'd already been there for portfolio day and the guy was quiet for the longest time before he chippered up again and asked if I wanted to visit their campus.  At least I think that's what he was saying, I swear I could smell alcohol from the phone.  o__o;  I'm sure scientists are working on it right now, transporting liquids via... electricity... or something...  As you can clearly see I'm made to discover things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the fact that very few pens can be made to stand on end.  =(</content>
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    <title>My cat is stranger than you cat</title>
    <published>2006-03-14T21:08:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-14T21:08:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Eddy wanted to go outside, so we got him a collar.  He went on his first adventure a few days ago and came back a few minutes later all muddy and cold.  From then on, everyday he was let out to wander his daily circle (oval type thing).  Yesterday though, he realized he was wearing a collar and decided to started rolling around.  He ended up getting one of his from claws stuck in the thing and was hobbling around making pathetic noises so we took the collar off.  And immediately he went back to sit by the window to meow lamentingly, pawing at the glass every once in a while.  Cats are just strange creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also punched me this morning from atop the fridge when I was getting breakfast.</content>
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    <title>disadjust @ 2006-03-07T18:42:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-07T23:59:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-07T23:59:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://home.comcast.net/~kuami/worms.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Katerpillurs, marching off to take over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.comcast.net/~kuami/sunset.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Sunset, mmmm, sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what I will remember best from Greece.  I would post more photos, but they're all of scenery and you can just google that.  You can't really capture completely anything spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun though, and the weather was overall brilliant.  I basked in the happiness of a sane metric system, and euros fascinated me.  They have different pictures on their coins of 2 cents and 20 cents and they have &lt;i&gt;tweuros&lt;/i&gt;.  You heard it, leuros and tweuros.  And I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cruise on the last day was a good way to end it all.  I've decided that for some portion of my life, I will live on an island.  Learning to barter is definately on my todo list, near the top actually.  I'm a sucker for stray animals and little old ladies.  Who don't smell funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never believe this though.  Someone ran into my car today.  I'm 200% serious, someone &lt;i&gt;ran into my car&lt;/i&gt;.  If was at huron, of course, in the junior lot.  I was just leaving, like any other day, and some idiot thing that didn't have eyes just... ran into my car.  I heard it.  Instead of running him over (like any sane person), I gathered my self-control and drove away.  Calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.comcast.net/~kuami/hmmm.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. MS Paint is uberkool.</content>
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    <title>Rachacha</title>
    <published>2006-02-22T23:37:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-22T23:37:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Two days from now I will be in an airplane, going to omgosh GREECE.  Which is in Europe.  And It will be omgosh GREECE.  o_o  And there I'll be able to goggle and point at all the things I've only seen in photos, and speak loudly at them.  To them.  In front of them.  Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe packing an hour before leaving is a bad idea.  I will have to make a list of things to pack, remind me.  Kthnx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List: clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;" width="450"&gt;&amp;lt;td align="center"&amp;gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;Leanne --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;font size="+1"&gt;[noun]:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who likes to steal tins of tuna
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&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harharhar.  *is easily amused*</content>
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    <title>disadjust @ 2006-02-13T18:35:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-13T23:36:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-13T23:36:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Before I forget, heaven is a carrot.</content>
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    <title>GOAT.</title>
    <published>2006-02-06T22:52:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-06T22:52:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Green tea with honey</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Frank the Goat is one of the coolest goats out there.  Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I keep on reminding myself to call people and make sure they're alive and stuff.  But I'm a lazy bum and am only social when there are people around.  o-o  So you, yes you, prevent my bottom from gluing itself to the couch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it might be difficult for a bottom to glue itself to the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: Hahahaha.  I clicked spellcheck by mistake and found out I can't spell 'glueing', 'counch', or 'definately'.  Im smurter then yu.  o-o</content>
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    <title>I bet you didn't know this.</title>
    <published>2006-01-27T04:34:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-27T04:54:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="padding:8px;margin:15px;background-color:#CFCF95;color:#1A0A13;font-family: georgia, helvetica, trebuchet ms, verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align:center;font-size:110%;background-color:#DFDFa5;padding:2px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Leanne&amp;amp;gender=f" style="color:#000;background-color:#DFDFa5"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Leanne!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h2&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leanne can taste with her feet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leanne can sleep for three and a half years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leanne was first grown in America by the grandmother Maria Ann Smith, from whom her name comes!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dolphins sleep at night just below the surface of Leanne, and frequently rise to the surface for air!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leanne is the only one of the original Seven Wonders of the World that still survives!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All of the roles in Shakespeare's plays - including the female roles - were originally played by Leanne.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oranges, lemons, watermelons, pineapples and Leanne are all berries.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leanne has four noses!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The military salute is a motion that evolved from medieval times, when knights in armour raised their visors to reveal Leanne.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The deepest part of Leanne is over 35,000 feet deep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl" method="get" style="background-color:#5F5F42;color:#CFCF95;padding:4px;text-align:center"&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name="subject" type="text"&gt; - do tell me about&lt;select name="gender"&gt;&lt;option value="f"&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="m"&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="n"&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="p"&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input value="Go" type="submit"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a nose for each season!</content>
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