<?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-885849</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:22:19.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inochi</title><subtitle type='html'>def: the things most important in life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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>1157</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-89416185</id><published>2003-02-19T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T22:01:09.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pictures of my kitten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/liebaka/allie1.gif" target="newpage"&gt;Allie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/liebaka/allie1.gif" target="newpage"&gt;Allie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/liebaka/allienoodle.jpg" target="newpage"&gt;Allie!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-89416185?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/89416185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/89416185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89416185' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-89129330</id><published>2003-02-14T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T21:02:47.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had the most RETARDED dream about "Animal Crossing".  It had something to do with Tom Nook and WINNING animal crossing.  *lol*  So yeah, it was dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one side of my sinuses don't work.  ~_~;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-89129330?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/89129330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/89129330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89129330' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-89129243</id><published>2003-02-14T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T21:00:29.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt; &lt;img src="http://similarminds.com/images/Omni.gif" border=0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;take free enneagram test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wow, that makes me sound so... mentally balanced.  *lol*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-89129243?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/89129243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/89129243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89129243' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-88962257</id><published>2003-02-11T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T23:59:04.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't wanna work on Journeys Down, so what am I doing?  BLOGGING!  I'm on this big need to rant, but I don't know what to rant about.  *lol*  Maybe that my life sucks, I suck, and everything sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sinuses started hurting so bad they gave me a headache taht made my tummy hurt.  I'm so tired of feeling like shit all the time.  I've been sick forever now!  I just want to rip my sinuses out!  I figured, sinuses are god's punishment for us for eating out of the goddamned tree of knowledge.  (Little did you know.)  Seriously, what point do they serve other than hurting?  And maybe smelling, but most stuff smells bad anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel is spending the night over at her friend's house tonight.  I haven't spent the night on my own and I'm getting all worked up about it.  Which is frightfully odd because I lived on my own last year. *stressstress*  Yes, I did have Meg tell me that I needed to unstress earlier today.  I swear, these last few months alone are enough to make me go gray at a young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i did end up going to senior thesis.  Gilmore prattled about some book he had about artists and their studios.  (It was old and was titled "The artist in &lt;strong&gt;his&lt;/strong&gt; studio."  Of all the sexist junk.)  And then he went on and one about how we needed a studio or we'd never do art again!!  And mentioned Mauricio Lazansky 50 times 'cause he's moderately famous and a friend of one of our profs.  And he went on about this for over an hour.  Good lord.  As one of my buds in class said "I love the man, but he tires me out."  I don't really love him, but he does tire me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to find a picture to use for litho!  We hafta do realism.  GARGH.  I think I'll do that tomorrow before class.  I want to draw someone playing an insturment for some ungodly reason.  Yes, I do like to torture myself drawing stuff, why do you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of music, I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; want a copy of &lt;strong&gt;Rainbow&lt;/strong&gt;, Hamasaki's new album.  *cries*  It has a bunch of good songs on it.  And I want money too, so I can afford to buy it!  YEAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-88962257?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/88962257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/88962257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88962257' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-88936945</id><published>2003-02-11T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T14:51:55.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's honestly depressing how few job opening there are in town right now. I've hit the whole mall and the parking lot next to my apartment (which is fairly good sized).  I think I've found maybe 5 places that are hiring.  I've turned in two applications already, and I'm really hoping for an interview from one of them.  (I'm pretty sure I can convince him I'm a good hire if I can get to the interview.)  Other than that, not much news on the job hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...  I'm staring at that "girlfriend" quiz.  Isn't "mercurial" moody...?  And isn't that not necessarily a -good- thing?  And who says tomboys are the perfect girlfriends anyway?  *lol*  And all in all, it's funny i'm the perfect girlfriend, all things considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big V-DAY o' DOOM is coming up.  I've had the same person for quite some time now and I don't know what I should.  Something nice.  But then, apparently she hates V-DAY o' DOOM, so I'm pondering if I should do anything at all.  Oh the complications!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the killer sinus headache today.  I'm debating whether or not I should go to senior thesis tonight.  Gilmore's gonna talk about studios and how important it is to have one.  Honestly, what does that have to do with the senior show?  And we're not even going to a real studio, just talking about one.  ~_~;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I de-sensitized my litho plate today.  AND I started my first round of aquatint on my other plate.  (Because I'm an aquatint whore.)  I thought you all wanted a printmaking update.  (And most of the world has no idea what any of these processes are.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-88936945?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/88936945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/88936945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88936945' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-88791956</id><published>2003-02-09T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-09T00:44:04.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*ahem*  I have big news.  Today, I put in my two weeks notice at work.  Long story short, I hate my boss.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In  other words, I found out there's a job opening in Toronto for a storyboard writer for cartoons.  That'd be so nifty!  XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh, my sinuses are so plugged up tonight.  *cries*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-88791956?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/88791956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/88791956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88791956' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-88731506</id><published>2003-02-07T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T15:54:20.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/vinacross/1041991326_fPerfectGF.gif" border="0" alt="You're Perfect ^^"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Which&lt;br&gt;means you're rare or that you cheated :P You're&lt;br&gt;the kind of chick that can hang out with your&lt;br&gt;boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't&lt;br&gt;care about presents or about going to fancy&lt;br&gt;placed. Hell, just hang out. You're just happy&lt;br&gt;being around your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vinacross/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Girlfriend%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-88731506?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/88731506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/88731506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88731506' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-88401696</id><published>2003-02-01T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-01T18:06:25.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF= "http://quizilla.com/users/Shirono/quizzes/The%20inner%20color%20quiz%20(Utena%20Images)" &gt; &lt;IMG SRC="http://homepage.mac.com/werkers/colorquiz/youareblue.jpg"&gt; &lt;P&gt;You are blue. You are somewhat innocent, in the fact that your genius only extends to the physical world. You have a false sense of contentness. You are usually the quiet one, the genius. Everyone can count on you to help when they have problems, but you only fall short of being able to solve your own. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;What inner color are you? &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE= "-1"Quiz by Shirono&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-88401696?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/88401696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/88401696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88401696' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-88192255</id><published>2003-01-28T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-28T18:54:57.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHO'S YOUR DADDY?  &lt;a href="http://saintcomics.com/" target="newpage"&gt;saintcomics.com&lt;/a&gt; is now up and running!  *evil cackle*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-88192255?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/88192255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/88192255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88192255' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-88142780</id><published>2003-01-27T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-27T22:14:22.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://moonpuff.pitas.com/" target="newpage"&gt;Melissa&lt;/a&gt;, I understand your pain with crazy eyebrows.  I swear I have the longest eyebrow hairs and one of them eternally feels the need to flip up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things I hate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the weather can't make up it's mind whether to be hot or warm.  One day your burning up, the next it's snowing, and the next it's raining.  It's really driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two, make up and leg shaving.  The person or people that made up those two things really ought to be shot.  Leg shaving especially because it hurts!  (I hate dry skin too.  *lol* )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three, the fact that I have so damn many insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth and lastly, that most people don't seem to feel the need to talk to me unless they want something from me.  Fuck you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-88142780?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/88142780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/88142780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88142780' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-88141331</id><published>2003-01-27T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-27T21:39:17.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Flying fucknuggets.  Gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-88141331?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/88141331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/88141331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88141331' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-88084761</id><published>2003-01-26T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-26T23:05:05.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mystery solved!  I found out who our webhost was.  It was on my bank statement.  As soon as I get the password for our site, &lt;a href="http://saintcomics.com/"&gt;saintcomics.com&lt;/a&gt; will be up and running.  ^_^;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-88084761?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/88084761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/88084761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88084761' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-88027291</id><published>2003-01-25T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-25T17:44:02.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to vent, or I think I might explode.  See, the people who I usually tell my problems too have lately been having problems of their own or don't really seem to care that I'm depressed all the time again.  ^_^;;  So, with a lack of people to talk to, I'll just put it on my blog which I will probably regret because I hate having the entirity of the internet world being able to read my brain's dirty laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about killing myself a lot.  Seriously, what's the point?  I've just wasted 16 years of my life, now I get to join the workforce and do shit I don't like so I can grow old and die.  There's no point.  So, I'm thinking I should just get it over with.  I hate myself, I hate my life, I hate everything and nearly everyone.  I just wish I was dead, but no cars seem to be willing to run into me at 50 miles an hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the end.  I'm not ready to do anything yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-88027291?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/88027291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/88027291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#88027291' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-87923096</id><published>2003-01-23T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-23T15:00:12.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had the specialest dream last night, involving Josh.  Here goes my beautiful retelling of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ws a little kid, running away from home.  I decided to sit next to this red-head guy (who was Josh.)  Some big drug dealer got onto the bus and Josh was trying to hide from him.  Josh asked me if I could pretend to be his kid and he hoped that if he looked like a dad, the drug dealer guy would not pay attention to him.  So I was all "DADDDY!!" and pretended to be his kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Josh got off the bus, I decided to follow him.  And he was all, "hey, kid!  You can't follow me."  And I was all, "You can't leave me, DADDY!" And Josh was all, "u_u  Fine whatever," and he took me to his apartment where he secretly planned to call child services and have them come pick me up.  But when I found that out, I glomped onto his leg and was like "Please don't let them take me back!  ;_; " and he saw all the bruises on my neck and decided to take care of me, since it was apparent my home life wasn't good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that, Josh and I lived together in his cruddy apartment.  He used me to pick up chicks like in "Big Daddy" and I skipped school a lot (even though I was really smart, I didn't like going to school).  We had a lady who lived in the apartment down the hall when Josh who babysat me when Josh went out to work and she thought I was the best thing that ever happened to him.  Eventually, he ended up meeting some blond chick and they were all cute on eachother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I remember was deciding to walk to Safeway to get a gift for my Daddy (Josh).  And then I woke up while wandering around Safeway looking for the perfect gift.  (Which happened to have a section rather like Hallmark.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-87923096?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/87923096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/87923096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87923096' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-87829071</id><published>2003-01-21T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-21T23:16:42.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When it comes to something as important as music, I must rally votes on my blog!  I don't care if you live in Spokane, you must &lt;a href="http://www.mix1031.com/sbofalternativerock.html" target="newpage"&gt;VOTE FOR THE CHILI PEPPERS&lt;/a&gt;.  Or else they're gonna lose to P.O.D.!!!  I dun like them and they only have one big song.  *gaaaah*  Peppers!!  *waves a flag*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-87829071?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/87829071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/87829071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87829071' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-87450041</id><published>2003-01-14T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-14T18:18:13.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BWAH.  I need someone to bitch at.  You know my painting teacher that I hate?  Well, I have him for my senior exhibit class.  I think i'm going to kill myself before the semester is over.  ~_~;;;  OR I'll kill him, or I wish he'd just kill himself like he always says he is going to.  God, that was such a fucking waste of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tears out hairs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE to take this class to graduate, which means I have to put up with him.  GRARGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-87450041?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/87450041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/87450041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87450041' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-87205709</id><published>2003-01-09T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-09T22:12:07.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from Portland.  And because I've bought a lot of manga I think I shall blog my manga collection:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7x7 D 1&lt;br /&gt;Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon 2-11, 13-18&lt;br /&gt;Cardcaptor Sakura 1-12&lt;br /&gt;Chobits 1&lt;br /&gt;Clover 1-4&lt;br /&gt;Corrector Yui 3 &amp; 4&lt;br /&gt;Cyber Idol Mink 1 &amp; 2&lt;br /&gt;DNAngel 2&lt;br /&gt;Fruits Basket 1 &amp; 2&lt;br /&gt;Full Moon o Sagashite 1&lt;br /&gt;Fushigi Yuugi 1-3&lt;br /&gt;Hanazakari no Kimi-tachi e 1 &amp; 2&lt;br /&gt;Kaitou St. Tail 1-7&lt;br /&gt;Kareshi Kanojou no Jijou 1 &amp; 2&lt;br /&gt;Planet Guardian 2&lt;br /&gt;Takamagahara: Dream Saga 1-5&lt;br /&gt;X 1 &amp; 2, 14 &amp; 15, 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my art book list:&lt;br /&gt;Der Mond, Yoshiyuki Sadamoto (featuring mostly Eva art)&lt;br /&gt;Fruits Basket Character Book&lt;br /&gt;North Side, the CLAMP book with Clover in it!!&lt;br /&gt;A dumb CLAMP artbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more Furuba on order but they were all sold out because of the holidays.  *sniffles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-87205709?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/87205709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/87205709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87205709' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-86902662</id><published>2003-01-03T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T18:21:17.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Cough*  Just an announcement that I'll be leaving for Portland tomorrow morning.  Oh yeah, and I probably won't be on until later tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-86902662?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/86902662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/86902662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86902662' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-86719732</id><published>2002-12-30T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-30T17:12:16.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally registered for classes.  Much late, ne?  Anyway, I'm three credits away from graduation.  The only problem is what to do with the other nine credits that Ineed to be a full time student and still get medical.  I'm trying to see if I can take a distance course at the community college and get credit for it.  Long story short, it looks like I shall be goofing off most of the semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a cold.  My throat is itchy and burny.  And my nose is stuffy!  *dies horribly*  Anyway, yeah.  That's my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep having dreams about serial killers and other unsavory things.  I'm wondering what the heck is up with that.  They're telling me to kill people!  AAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never did blog about my loot from christmas.  Mostly useful, practical stuff.  The only interesting things to report is that my mother is supporting my skirt fetish and that I got a new scarf.  And "I am Sam" on DVD and the Spirited Away artbook.  Good stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-86719732?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/86719732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/86719732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86719732' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-86389552</id><published>2002-12-22T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-22T00:04:30.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, let's see.  Yesterday we decorated the tree at my parents' house.  It was all with the fun and embarassing Jessie because she had her boyfriend over and was trying to be cool.  So I was dancing around the living room singing along to my mom's mannheim steamroller christmas CD and when I wasn't doing that I was obsessing over asses and poop.  The whole ass thing started when I shared that I got to right about butts in 19th century art.  And this made me happy (perhaps thanks to melissa?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, speaking of Melissa, safe driving all the way to Montana!  o_o!!  I hope the passes aren't all snowy!  &gt;_&lt;  Of course, probably the LAST thing you need is me pointing out one more thing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'm going to have to do all my christmas shopping.  I really only have a few people left to shop for, and I'm hoping to get Meg's present in the mail.  Tho, I doubt it shall be there by Christmas.  (Sorry, Meg!)  I have my two sisters to shop for... and... that's it.  Everyone else I've already gotten something, or I'm making it for them.  Besides, I have &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; friends anyway.  Ha ha ha ha!  The one time of year it pays off to be anti-social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait... I think that means I get less presents as well.  Hmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I think I'm very close to slaughtering my job.  Not the people at my job, just my job.  Anyway, it's not a good idea to drive to the mall everyday at christmas time.  A sane person would avoid it, but I work at the mall.  Today was HELL.  I've thrown my wrists out so I can't roll anymore (or lift things, or type for extended periods of time, or draw for extended periods of time... etc...)  I showed up at 11, thinking that's when my shift started, but four hours later, I find out my shift started at 12 and I had to stay an hour later than I thought I had to.  I'm not sure if I should be touched or not that all of the guys at work like me and always get sad when I leave at the end of my shift.  ^_^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what I'm going to do for Journeys Down because I really can't draw at the moment.  Guest strips anyone?  &lt;a href="mailto:fireflychan@yahoo.com"&gt;E-mail me with strips&lt;/a&gt;!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-86389552?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/86389552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/86389552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86389552' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-86308167</id><published>2002-12-19T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-19T22:52:20.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Note to self:&lt;/strong&gt;  Do not try to plug in the ddr dance pad while it is loading system data.  This will corrupt said system data and you will have to start all over again unlocking songs.  ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I saw Two Towers last night. I liketh a lot.  It was beeeaaauuttiifuuulll.  I want a Sam.  I want to stroke him and call him "Myy Preeciooousss."  But I have discovered that stroking Allie and calling her "my preecciooouss" while Rachel is in the room causes an interesting argument.  Aragorn is so hot, he's even a hot old guy.  And lastly "I'm your Sam!" and many giggles ensued.  We laughed at all the WRONG places and I think the people sitting on either side of us were all "God, don't these damn girls EVER shut up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beh.  I'm so sore from work all the time. My back, shoulders, and wrists are KILLING ME.  I really shouldn't be typing, but I am.  It's to the point that I'm having a hard time sitting to draw!  EEP.  That's all I can say is EEP about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-86308167?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/86308167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/86308167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86308167' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-86181332</id><published>2002-12-17T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-17T12:17:23.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have my final exam in British history today.  And I've discovered I need to study a LOT more for 19th century art.  @_@;;  I can't even match up artists to painting titles yet.  *dies*&lt;br /&gt;the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-86181332?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/86181332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/86181332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86181332' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-86098816</id><published>2002-12-15T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-15T23:52:40.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BAAAAAAH.  I went up to my parents house to do laundry and their phone is dead again. o_O  That's the second time it's happened recently.  Anyway, 'tis why I wasn't online tonight, in case anyone cared.  Which is... probably no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals start next week.  But on the good side, I got all my printmaking stuff done and I made backgrounds for some posters.  One purple and one blue.  Yippee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to learn how to open Mrs. Field's tomorrow so I have to go to work at 7:00 am.  I hate waking up early.  ~_~;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on an exciting note, I've been working on the character designs for a short 12-page manga called "I wish I was a bird".  It'll be pretty and the title is quite misleading for what it's about, but there you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed so I can wake up tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-86098816?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/86098816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/86098816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86098816' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-86017109</id><published>2002-12-14T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T20:52:50.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay!  One of my skin projects is done!  (hooray for me!) It's Kyoh, from Fruits Basket!  As always, he's downloadable on &lt;a href="http://perryandtsua.com/Skins/" target="newpage"&gt;Shiawase Anime Skins&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spirit of Cat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://perryandtsua.com/Skins/images/kyoh01.jpg" width=200 height=253 alt="Visit Shiawase to Download"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-86017109?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/86017109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/86017109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#86017109' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-85668348</id><published>2002-12-07T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-07T21:39:27.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=743093372" target="newpage"&gt;LotR yaoi dj&lt;/a&gt;  o_O  I'm disturbed, but the artwork is pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=743093633" target="newpage"&gt;This one disturbs me&lt;/a&gt;  Legolas is all...dom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=743095324" target="newpage"&gt;GASP!&lt;/a&gt; it's not done in screentones.  Oooh.  (And it's elrond and legolas!!!  o_o *disturbed much*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not surprised that Aragorn and Legolas seem to be the most popular LotR couple.  o_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-85668348?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/85668348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/85668348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85668348' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-85632022</id><published>2002-12-07T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-07T00:16:20.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Googlism fun:&lt;br /&gt;poop is fun&lt;br /&gt;poop is where i draw the line&lt;br /&gt;poop is not clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, today at work was &lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt;.  The person who was supposed to be at the store two hours early to open mrs. fields (the one with the keys) decided not to show up.  So, Alicia and I, showing up an hour before the mall opens like were supposed to, were locked out of the store.  We had lots of fun getting a hold of someone to open the store for us.  Yeah, fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Goonies.  Because Goonies never say die.  We really need a new copy of this movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-85632022?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/85632022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/85632022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85632022' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-85615810</id><published>2002-12-06T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-06T16:00:57.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/cvfw8ev/quizzes/Which%20CVFW8EV%20character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/cvfw8ev/1039124666_Cquizstuffhanes.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which CVFW8EV character are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-85615810?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/85615810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/85615810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85615810' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-85527567</id><published>2002-12-04T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T23:55:15.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/madpiratejenny/quizzes/What's%20your%20sexual%20appeal%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/madpiratejenny/1036301335_mboyresult.jpg" border="0" alt="tomboy"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's your sexual appeal?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laughing hysterically*  I'm so the MAN... errr, tomboy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-85527567?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/85527567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/85527567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85527567' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-85527274</id><published>2002-12-04T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T23:47:19.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I made sushi rice today.  Unfortunately, I got long grain rice instead of short grain on accident and it won't stick together.  Anyway, I thought I'd share my very badly americanized, yet easy to make sushi rice recipe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Firefly's Badly Americanized Sushi Recipe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For rice:&lt;br /&gt;One cup short-grain rice&lt;br /&gt;One cup water (or however the package says to serve it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For vinegar mix:&lt;br /&gt;1 and 1/2 tablespoons rice vinegar (try looking in the ethnic section or the salad dressing aisle)&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon sugar&lt;br /&gt;!/2 tablespoon salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topping:&lt;br /&gt;Wasabi&lt;br /&gt;See below for other suggestions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare one cup short grain rice.  If you use long grain rice, you end up with it not sticking together.  Now there's this whole process to making the rice, but I'm lazy so I just pop it in my rice maker.  Honestly, I don't think it makes that much of a difference, so long as you don't  add too much or too little water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you do that, mix 1 and 1/2 tablespoons rice vinegar with 1 tablespoon sugar and 1/2 tablespoon salt.  If you feel like getting fancy, boil the mixture until the sugar dissolves.  Then cool it off really quick by putting the pot in a larger container of cold water.  (This way, the vinegar doesn't distill.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix rice and vinegar mix.  Tada!  Sushi rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if that was a hideously murdered way to make sushi rice, you'll probably hate the way I actually make the sushi rolls.  I don't like the taste of the seaweed much, so I just pat it into little balls.  I could eat the rice balls plain 'cause they taste soooo good.  ^.^  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I usually top them one of two ways.  One, I pick up a bit of "sushi grade" fish, which you can usually find in the butcher shop in plastic wrap.  Then you cut them into thin slices roughly the size of your rice balls.  Put a bit of wasabi on one side and place the fish on the rice ball wasabi side down.  If you've never tasted wasabi before, go easy!  This stuff is spicy!  Now you've probably made nigiri-zushi that would make any japanese person cringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, there's an easier way to top your sushi!  And this is my personal favorite because it's less messy.  Pick up some cocktail shrimp at the grocery store - the pre-cooked stuff you can serve raw.  Put wasabi on one side of the cocktail shrimpies and place it on the rice ball wasabi side down.  If you made big rice balls, you can put more than one shrimp on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah.  I know I'm butchering a Japanese favorite dish, yet it's rather easy to make this way and doesn't require ingredients that are too difficult to find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-85527274?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/85527274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/85527274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85527274' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-85465387</id><published>2002-12-03T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-03T20:51:58.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had nummy dinner tonight.  We made oyako-donburi.  It's a nummy chicken, onion, egg, soy sauce topping that goes over rice.  Mmm, I love rice.  So it was good.  But I can still taste the onion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Rachel bought &lt;strong&gt;Lilo &amp; Stitch&lt;/strong&gt;.  I love that movie.  Lilo is cute and I want my own Stitch!  XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was boring and unnoteable except for one fact.  Before today, I had two papers due on Thursday.  Now I have none.  All of the due dates got pushed back to next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I read the part where they killed Simon in &lt;strong&gt;Lord of the Flies&lt;/strong&gt;.  I was really hoping they wouldn't kill him this time.  It makes me sad. ;_;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-85465387?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/85465387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/85465387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85465387' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-85421418</id><published>2002-12-02T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-02T23:14:02.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got my hair cut (so did Rachel)  it's really short in the back now.  I feel like a guy!  Then I went grocery shopping.  I spent $100 on groceries, which is mucho scary-o.  Didn't get home until late and no on interesting is online.  so I farted around all night on the internet, only to remember that I have a two-page paper to write for tomorrow.  u_u;;  I'm a brainiac.  So I decide to spend time blogging.  I don't know.  I'm special.  And a brainiac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working at the mall, I think it's needless to say that I had really long shifts all weekend. I'm tired and I hurt from rolling so many pretzels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played a really lame Harry Potter trivia game Saurday.  (Sorry, it was lame, Sarah.)  Harry Potter trivial pursuit woulda been better, but they had to go and complicate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recently got an odd obsession with burning myself.  I don't know where that came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end. I'm going to write a paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-85421418?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/85421418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/85421418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85421418' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-85284747</id><published>2002-11-29T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-29T22:32:33.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm lonely.  Rachel isn't home, Meg keeps going to bed early.  I have to go to bed soon so I can't go over to Melissa's.  It doesn't take much. It's like I can't stand my own company anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends are depressed.  It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happy note, Thanksgiving was good.  Stuffing, masshed potatoes and gravy.  All good.  The reason for thanksgiving.  And now I have turkey for sandwich!  Sadly, no bread.  Must go shopping monday.  The usual boredom of having to sit around and entertain relatives all day was alleviated by Melissa and Jason coming over for dinner too!  Yay!  We got silly and we had to spell out all the food before we could eat it.  Then, we did dishes, even though I'd been told at a previous date I wouldn't have to do dishes.  However, after that, we watched the &lt;strong&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;/strong&gt; dvd with all the extra footage. 'Twas good but I talked through most of it and was told to shut up repeatedly. *heh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frodo looked like he had to pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to work tomorrow at 7.  I'm not looking forward to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-85284747?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/85284747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/85284747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85284747' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-84948482</id><published>2002-11-22T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-22T16:21:57.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I went to the doctor's today.  Nothing exciting to report regarding that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was a girl who was a bitch.  She shall remain nameless to protect uh.. I don't know.  But anyway, she said she was going to put in her two weeks because she only got 5 and a half hours this week.  But then she got pissed at Lorraine and just walked out.  *lol*  Well, we won't miss her much anyway.  She had &lt;em&gt;excellent&lt;/em&gt; customer service.  Har harr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...  Yeah.  That's like... It.  I have a 7 page paper due on some retarded painting on Tuesday.  I'm so glad the semester is nearly over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-84948482?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/84948482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/84948482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84948482' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-84780711</id><published>2002-11-19T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T13:37:11.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.throwmeaway.com/soliloquy/quizzes/suicide/dr.gif" width="220px" height="100px"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://throwmeaway.com/soliloquy/quizzes/suicide/" target="_blank" OnMouseOut="window.status=''; return true" OnMouseOver="window.status='how would you commit suicide?'; return true"&gt;how would you commit suicide?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... I'm not sure how true THAT is.  Especially since I'm not terribly apathetic to people who are my friends, just the people who aren't.  *lol*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-84780711?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/84780711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/84780711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84780711' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-84741459</id><published>2002-11-18T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-18T19:12:34.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some fun with &lt;a href="http://www.googlism.com/" target="newpage"&gt;googlism&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;walker is getting more "he was such a nice boy" buzz than the last kid who went on a shooting spree&lt;br /&gt;walker is a person who wears many masks&lt;br /&gt;oliver is so my bitch&lt;br /&gt;oliver is so my bitch 1 he can't stop talking dirty all the way through his books&lt;br /&gt;oliver is as nourishing to the body as it is to the soul&lt;br /&gt;candra is available to buy&lt;br /&gt;candra is my private property and i sit down in a place and lick up &lt;em&gt;this one disturbs me you know not how much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;candra is comfortable to hug and candra deserves lots and lots of hugs&lt;br /&gt;sebastian is in need of a loving home in michigan&lt;br /&gt;sebastian is one of them&lt;br /&gt;jamie is actually the fastest man alive &lt;em&gt;little did I know!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie is a plain jane who gets picked on for her pure goodness&lt;br /&gt;jamie is really heavy into the drugs and trish does not want to be apart of this any more&lt;br /&gt;jamie is getting ready for her solo album and tour to follow&lt;br /&gt;jamie is very attractive to members of the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;jamie is a stinky&lt;br /&gt;kren is going to totally slaughter you&lt;br /&gt;shepherd is a special place — ask our agents&lt;br /&gt;shep is one happy boy now&lt;br /&gt;shep is singing like he doesn't need a microphone&lt;br /&gt;sammael is called 'the blind angel'&lt;br /&gt;sammael is chief of the demons and the angel of death &lt;em&gt;I guess that's what I get when I name one of my characters after an actual angel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam is a chinese spy&lt;br /&gt;sam is the stuff this doll is made of&lt;br /&gt;sam is now the world's #1 drug pusher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-84741459?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/84741459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/84741459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84741459' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-84670043</id><published>2002-11-17T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T11:50:59.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last person who......... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk on the phone with: Melissa&lt;br /&gt;Slept in your bed: Allie.  (But I have slept in a lot of other people's beds... )&lt;br /&gt;Saw you cry: Rachel&lt;br /&gt;Told you, you were pretty: I always get called cute (besides, i'm not not pretty.  ^_^;; )&lt;br /&gt;You shared a drink with: Rachel&lt;br /&gt;You went to the movies with: Melissa, Sarah, Jason, and Rachel&lt;br /&gt;You went to the mall with: Rachel!&lt;br /&gt;Yelled at you: Umm....  I don't get yelled at a lot&lt;br /&gt;Sent you an e-mail: You mean I have to check my e-mail?  o_O   (Prolly Meg.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said "i love you," and not meant it: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Gotten into a fight with your dog/cat/bird/fish/etc.: Um, no.&lt;br /&gt;Danced naked: No&lt;br /&gt;Had a dream about something REALLY crazy?: Yes.  Read past blog entries for examples.&lt;br /&gt;Stalked someone: Dear god no.&lt;br /&gt;Had a mud bath: No&lt;br /&gt;Wished u were the opposite sex: Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now: 11:35 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York: Yup&lt;br /&gt;California: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii: No.&lt;br /&gt;Mexico: No.&lt;br /&gt;China: And no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather have...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apples or banana's: Apples&lt;br /&gt;Red or blue: Blue (gee, which is my favorite color?)&lt;br /&gt;Spring or fall: I like both.  ^_^;;&lt;br /&gt;Santa or rudolph: Santa&lt;br /&gt;Math or english: English.  I HATE math.  T_T;;&lt;br /&gt;High School or College: I like both.  6_6;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now: 11:36 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you going to do after this survey: Get dressed.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a boy/girlfriend: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;What was the last meal you ate: Toast with almond butter on it.&lt;br /&gt;Are you bored: Right now?  Yes, hence my survey taking.&lt;br /&gt;How many buddies do you have online?: 2 ^_^;;&lt;br /&gt;Last movie you saw: Harry Potter and Cham (Yes, that's what the ticket says.  *images &lt;strong&gt;Perfect Blue&lt;/strong&gt;/&lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/strong&gt; crossover*  o_O )&lt;br /&gt;Last noise you heard: My sister's alarm. Or Allie purring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK NOW ABOUT YOUR FRIENDS!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most distinctive: Melissa.  ^_^;;&lt;br /&gt;Is going to have the most kids: Rachel &lt;br /&gt;Known the longest: *lol*  Um, Rachel&lt;br /&gt;Is the loudest: We all get pretty loud (I screamed "boobookittyfuck" at the theater on friday.  o_O )&lt;br /&gt;Is the Quietest: Read above statement&lt;br /&gt;Funniest: Melissa&lt;br /&gt;Do you have the most classes with: NO ONE GOES TO MY SCHOOL EXCEPT ME!&lt;br /&gt;Will fill this out &amp; send it back the soonest: Probably no one&lt;br /&gt;Is the smartest: o_O  All of them?&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss the most: Meg&lt;br /&gt;Where was the last time you went outta state: Idaho. Yeah, I'm cool.&lt;br /&gt;What is your lucky number: 'fraid I don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now: 11:42 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever........... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoked marijuana: No....&lt;br /&gt;Played monopoly: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Jumped on a trampoline: Not one of those big ones, just one of the little ones&lt;br /&gt;Visited another country: I've been to Canada, does that count?&lt;br /&gt;Found licence plates of all 50 states: Why in the world would I &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to do that?&lt;br /&gt;Tried the new pepsi: Yeah.  It was free.&lt;br /&gt;Colored in a little kids coloring book: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Had a bubble bath: When I was a kid.  ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;Ridden on an airplane: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Ridden on a train: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Ridden in a boat: My parents used to OWN a boat.&lt;br /&gt;Ridden on a camel: No.&lt;br /&gt;Been in a car accident: Three.  &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Played with barbies: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Eaten kraft Macaroni &amp; cheese: Sadly, I'm to po' to afford kraft.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed up all night on the internet: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Shoved stuff under your bed &amp; in your closet to make it look clean: Yes.  Who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;Had an operation or surgery: I had my wisdom teeth taken out&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone: Broke my arm.  And my sister's collarbone.&lt;br /&gt;Thought that you were pregnant: Errrr....  No.&lt;br /&gt;Ordered somethin off an informercial: No.&lt;br /&gt;Watched jerry springer: No.&lt;br /&gt;Been in trouble for talkin in class: *lol*  Only when I was really little&lt;br /&gt;Been afraid of the dark: Not really.  ^_^;;&lt;br /&gt;Been in the hospital: A few times.  Not for myself tho.&lt;br /&gt;Had stitches: In my mouth!!&lt;br /&gt;Dumped someone and regretted it: No, not really.&lt;br /&gt;Went out with more than one person at once: Um, no.&lt;br /&gt;lied to your parents: Once more, who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;Saved someone's life: Depends on what you mean.&lt;br /&gt;Fell asleep in class: Yes.  9.9;;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now: 11:49&lt;br /&gt;Ever kissed a rubber ducky on the nose, through a rubber garden hose?: No.  Can't say I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-84670043?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/84670043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/84670043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84670043' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-84653866</id><published>2002-11-17T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T00:32:45.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm deeeead!  Today was a loooong day at work.  I rolled for my whole shift and didn't get a break.  *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, and then I played DDR.  Rachel and I discussed how pathetic it is that my weak point in DDR is slow songs.  u_u;  Yes, it IS pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're watching &lt;strong&gt;Princess Bride&lt;/strong&gt;  He's playing Nintendo!  *cackles*  I'm easily amused, yes indeedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still unmotivated with my Nanowrimo project.  It's certainly not helping that the only feedback I've been getting has been less than enthusiastic.  Which isn't necessarily a BAD thing, I'm only getting one person's feedback tho.  *garbles, dies*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-84653866?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/84653866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/84653866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84653866' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-84607403</id><published>2002-11-15T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-15T20:16:55.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, we FINALLY moved to our new store.  When I showed up at noon, we still weren't in the new store tho.  So I was over there for 3 hours or so, rolling and packing and moving.  Then we closed the old store, I moved some more.  And THEN I rolled for the rest of shift and everything was so disorganized it took me 5 minutes to roll 2 trays.  (That's really sad folks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine having 3/4ths of your stuff packed.  Then imagine having to work around it.  THEN imagine having your boss and a few of his friends over.  And THEEEN imagine having everything that could possibly be late being late.  So yeah, that was kind of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm going to see harry potter tonight!  YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-84607403?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/84607403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/84607403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84607403' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-84457807</id><published>2002-11-12T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-12T21:41:01.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In non-nanowrimo news, I saw &lt;strong&gt;Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back&lt;/strong&gt; last night.  I did laugh and there was no plot.  What can I say.  I like dumb stuff sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hit the book store last week and got &lt;strong&gt;Survivor&lt;/strong&gt; by Chuck Palahniuk, which I finished.  It was good. I laughed.  I hated the narrator at the beginning, but at the end I kind of felt sorry for him.  But I did like him better before he became a big star.  And then I got the first of the Gunslinger books by Stephen King. I'm curious just because it's set in the same world as the Territories in &lt;strong&gt;The Talisman&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on Sunday, I splurged again and got myself DDRMax.  It's...  Well, I like the Konamix better, but it's not as bad as Meg was making me believe.  I just wanted some new music, honest!  I'm not a big fan of the freezesteps tho, and I miss my dancy guys.  That and the announcer got a shitty gangster thing going on.  I don't know.  But I did discover I like &lt;strong&gt;Rhythm&amp;Police&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-84457807?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/84457807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/84457807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84457807' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-84457632</id><published>2002-11-12T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-12T21:35:20.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I finally got off my lazy ass.  (Sometimes otherwise to be read that I didn't have an essay to write tonight.)  And I editted chapter 5.  Which means that tonight, I have 3 chapters to post!!  If they suck, don't blame me. It's a quantity versus quality things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://saint.aesiraven.com/nanowrimo/jameschapter05.html"&gt;Chapter 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://saint.aesiraven.com/nanowrimo/jameschapter06.html"&gt;Chapter 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://saint.aesiraven.com/nanowrimo/jameschapter07.html"&gt;Chapter 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-84457632?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/84457632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/84457632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84457632' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-84268951</id><published>2002-11-08T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-08T23:26:14.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chapter 5 is written, but i'm not posting it yet.  It DESPERATELY needs editting, if not for the simple fact that I've been reading "Survivor" (by Chuck Palahniuk) off and on all night and it's written in the present tense and I keep sliding into the present tense!  That and it just generally sucks because I feel no inspiration. Okay, one boring chapter down, hopefully less to come.  Next year, I want to do something set in the present. And my wrists are killing me from typing so much.  Current word count:  13,018.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Denny's a few nights ago. I wore my fairy wings.  When I walked into the restaurant, everyone (literally) was looking at my funny.  Meh.  No one dresses wierd in Spokane.  Then I ate the artery clogging grand slam breakfast because I had a craving for pancakes, bacon, and eggs.  Screw da sausage.  Um, that could be taken wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-84268951?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/84268951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/84268951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84268951' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-84107132</id><published>2002-11-06T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-06T00:43:57.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://saint.aesiraven.com/nanowrimo/jameschapter04.html" target="newpage"&gt;Chapter 4 - Torn wakes up in a strange land&lt;/a&gt;.  MUCH longer than any of the previous chapters, having beaten out chapter 1 by a good 500 words.  My current word count is 11, 048 which puts me at roughly 1/5th of the goal for the month.  Yay for me!!!  I have NO idea what I want to do with the next chapter, so we shall see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-84107132?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/84107132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/84107132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84107132' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-84084240</id><published>2002-11-05T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-05T15:17:54.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note to self:  &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/chosen_one314/12days.html" target="newpage"&gt;Keep up to date on 12 days&lt;/a&gt;.  Which happens to be Speller's nanowrimo novel.  So many people are participating.  @_@;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-84084240?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/84084240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/84084240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84084240' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-84048083</id><published>2002-11-04T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T23:15:20.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally!  Chapter three is finished!  &lt;a href="http://saint.aesiraven.com/nanowrimo/jameschapter03.html" target="newpage"&gt;Chapter 3 - Cole rides the train&lt;/a&gt;.  It introduces the alternate world and *drumroll*  Cole!!  My pretty little blond boy!  *swoon*  Anyway, over it.  XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-84048083?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/84048083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/84048083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84048083' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-84042833</id><published>2002-11-04T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T20:45:39.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bwah.  I didn't post a chapter last night because I got home late and only got about 1,000 words typed.  And I can't seem to write today!  So I'm putting it off and blogging.  Mebbe inspiration will hit.  Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, go read Melissa's beautiful nanowrimo &lt;a href="http://poinkwoink.pitas.com/" target="newpage"&gt;Accidents Happen&lt;/a&gt;.  If anyone wants to know what a dork I was as a child, I think Leandra is based off of me.  (And when I say "child", I secretly mean teenager.  XD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staring at my Cloud skin and DAMN he looks good in Kingdom Hearts.  I want a cute blond. Maybe I can talk Meg into bleaching her hair and leaving it that way.  XDDD  (Sure and maybe she can talk me into dying my hair red.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!  I installed dreamweaver on my computer and I'm SO in love with it now.  *hearthearts it*  It honestly makes me wonder why I always coded HTML by hand before.  *lol*  I can make templates!!!  *squee*  Okay, I squeed and I'm scaring myself, so I think I should just end this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-84042833?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/84042833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/84042833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84042833' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-83948559</id><published>2002-11-02T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-02T22:41:01.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chapter 2 is done.  Current word count: 5,269.  So without further ado: &lt;a href="http://saint.aesiraven.com/nanowrimo/jameschapter02.html" target="newpage"&gt;Chapter 2 - The ox-man cometh&lt;/a&gt;.  I think I'd better say that I'm well aware the chapters have lame titles.  And I'm not really proof-reading these before I post them.  I do plan to go back and fix up all the words I've skipped or mistyped and whatnot...  Just probably not until nanowrimo is over.  ^_^;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-83948559?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/83948559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/83948559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83948559' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-83940994</id><published>2002-11-02T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-02T18:39:48.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bwaaaaaa.  I forgot to take my lexapro this morning.  I've GOT to stop doing that because it totally wigs me out for the rest of the day.  *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the lock on my door SUCKS.  I can never get it open anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to diiiiiieeee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-83940994?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/83940994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/83940994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83940994' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-83906132</id><published>2002-11-01T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-01T20:29:55.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.  The first chapter of my nanowrimo novel.  On the soon to be finished SAINT site.  &lt;a href="http://saint.aesiraven.com/nanowrimo/jameschapter01.html" target="newpage"&gt;Chapter One - In which Torn dyes his hair&lt;/a&gt;.  And yes, his friend is named Ian on purpose.  I must apologize, because it's mostly 3,155 words of JUNK at the moment.  It gets better, promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-83906132?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/83906132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/83906132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83906132' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-83899205</id><published>2002-11-01T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-01T16:54:44.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was halloween.  I didn't really do anythin special.  We had no trick or treaters.  I dressed up as Koyh.  (And yes, that's more of an outfit than a costume.)  However, today I got cheap wings left over from halloween.  They're cute and blue and I'm wearing them around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went over to Melissa's house.  After I spent three hours doing drypoint at printmaking.  Now my shoulders hurts.  ANYWAY, we went over to Melissa's house.  WAtched er, played Top Shop (Melissa won) and then our conversation consisted mostly of "COCKtails" and "COCKer spaniels" and licking asses.  Jason kept trying to kick us out for sexually harassing his fiancee.  Oh yeah, I forgot "SEXagons".  Okay, so I guess you had to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  had a dream I was a corvid, like on l'eglise.  And I lived in an amusement park, like disney land only it wasn't.  And one night, I flew out to watch the opera and I met one of the singer girls and she told me my wings were fake.  So, to prove her wrong, I picked her up and flew back to my home.  Then she got mad that I lived in a cage, and went off to go to talk to the manager.  And after that, I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work update!!  Well, anyway, the new boss is trying to do things "HER WAY" which just happens to be the way no one wants to do it.  Apparently everyone is fighting with her about it.  The things I miss when i'm gone for a week.  Even the new assistant doesn't like her.  Fun.  Work politics are so lame!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-83899205?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/83899205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/83899205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83899205' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-83742515</id><published>2002-10-29T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-29T16:18:29.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAH.  It's been a LONG weekend.  I've been reading 50 million pages out of my book report book for the past few days and working and trying to cram other studying in there.  Which is simply to explain why I haven't blogged.  I honestly haven't been online that much and not working on something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm... other than that, I haven't done much.  I went over to Melissa's on Sunday and we played TOP SHOP.  And I was Momiji!!  And Melissa was Yaq, and Rachel was Lain.  It was pretty confusing, but we started getting the hang of it.  I kept getting dumb E's.  *stabstab*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream about ddr.  It was scary.  I'm not... obsessed... or anything.  And Melissa told me I sucked and she wouldn't believe that her dream-self was mean to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing Animal Crossing.  I have one person named "Oli" in one town and one person named "Candra" in another time.  We spend a great portion of our time saying Oli is gay.  But the only person who likes Oli is a scary hippo we can't figure out if he's a guy or a girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-83742515?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/83742515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/83742515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83742515' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-83531838</id><published>2002-10-25T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-25T17:10:27.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh, so I haven't been able to get online very long lately, because I've been busy.  I'd like to say that my sister stayed up ALL night last night.  Too busy chatting online and playing "Animal Crossing".  Now that's a problem.  o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm.... Nothing really exciting going on in my life right now.  Faith wrote all of us letters of recommendation, even though she could get in big trouble with Eric for doing it.  I felt special.  Also, Umm... I forgot what else I was going to write.  Bleh, I hate that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-83531838?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/83531838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/83531838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83531838' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-83375789</id><published>2002-10-22T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-22T16:40:15.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My back and neck hurt because I'm stressing out.  Left overs from yesterday?  I don't know.  But I drove all the way down to GU (which is a fair drive now) and back today.  And I stopped and got gas, which because of my paranoia of making left turns ended up taking ten minutes as I had it all planned out so I wouldn't have to make a left.  I HATE DRIVING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hit the bank.  Which is a GOOD thing because I'll have enough money to buy paper so I can do a monotype on Sunday.  YIPPEE!  Now all I have to do is figure out what I want to make a monotype of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel rather inadequate today.  I'm not a very good person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-83375789?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/83375789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/83375789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83375789' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-83322677</id><published>2002-10-21T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-21T16:47:18.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a cruddy day.  I got in a car accident.  I'm okay, and so's the other guy.  But I hit my head and now I have a shitastic headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, the new manager came in today.  She's not as bad as I thought, but I still miss Faith.  And she's clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my chapstick died and someone I used to work with (a total bitch) showed up and was all "Oh, you're working today snot snot my boyfriend looks like a weasel snot".  Well, maybe she left out the boyfriend part but she was a snot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-83322677?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/83322677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/83322677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83322677' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-83284101</id><published>2002-10-20T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-20T22:43:15.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me and Rachel made lemon garlic chicken for dinner.  IT WAS GOOD!  I ate dinner twice today.  Once at my parents house and once at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no annual fee.  I just thought everyone would like to know.  And Rachel pays herself with a cookie.  And I have a moocow named Neg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking at the stuff Meg sent me and it's all so BEAUTIFUL!  &lt;a href="http://twilight.blogspot.com/" target="newpage"&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-83284101?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/83284101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/83284101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83284101' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-83207070</id><published>2002-10-19T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-19T01:17:02.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I had fun in paintchat tonight.  First of all, we all didn't spend most of our time bitching about how much we suck at drawing.  Second, I drew Torn and was otherwise just a dumbass.  Third, the fake box showed up!  [][][][][][]!!!  XD  This... bothers me... VERY MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of want to try monotype on sunday, but I don't have enough paper.  Boo, I should have bought some thursday, but I didn't have any cash.  I don't know what I'd do a monotype OF, but I'd like to try something in my anime style, except for without lines.  Oh, the possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's already the 19th.  Gosh, this month has gone by fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'm reading "Oliver Twist" for Brit History.  It's honestly a lot better than "Emma" and it's easier to read.  And I started it a lot earlier so I only have to read 33 pages a day, instead of 55.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-83207070?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/83207070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/83207070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83207070' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-83187841</id><published>2002-10-18T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-18T14:37:44.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to vent or I'm going to explode.  Yesterday was Faith's last day.  So Eric (the big boss) is in town and first thing he says when he comes in this morning is "Faith's gone, oh I'm going to miss her," with enough sarcasm that I want to tell him to fuck off.  Instead, I just smile and nod.  And, I find out he's going to be here all through Christmas, or some other such nonsense.  A month of Eric makes me want to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we meet the new manager and she's a total bitch.  (The new assistant seems nice tho.)  Oh yeah, and they hired back the pathological liar.  And they're not giving the people who've been around for longer their raises.  AND I don't get to be shift leader, although I'm practically one anyway and I've been around longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric is also telling the new people that Faith and Teri are quitting because they didn't get enough hours.  Even though they might say something different.  Such fucking BS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary, I hate my job. Unless someone talks me out of it, I'm putting my two weeks in tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-83187841?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/83187841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/83187841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83187841' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-83107345</id><published>2002-10-17T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-17T00:46:37.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spirited Away was soooo good!  I love Miyazaki movies.  XD  Tho, I was a little disturbed by No-Face.  But Boh was cute!  And I want my own Haku!  *babbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Rachel and I got lost in the parking lot.  Hm, that happens often.  Har.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-83107345?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/83107345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/83107345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83107345' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-83094003</id><published>2002-10-16T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-16T19:00:22.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The definition of customer service:  Being nice to people you don't really want to be nice to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to vent.  Okay, so I've been working on the Midway webpage.  And this morning, I go into work study and my mom tells me that the principal wants to have the main webpage guy build me a perfectly generic coldfusion site and I'll just work with that.  UGH!  My pretty layout down the drain and now I'm gonna have some sucky one.  u_u;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to see Spirited Away tonight.  FOR REAL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-83094003?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/83094003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/83094003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83094003' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-83052416</id><published>2002-10-16T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-16T00:19:13.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A little teaser for everyone.  Behold, my new skin!  Lamely entitled &lt;strong&gt;Kingdom Cloud&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://perryandtsua.com/Skins/FF/cloud01.jpg" width=206 height=261 alt="Kingdom Cloud" border=0&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An' it'll be available as soon as I update the winamp page.  My goal is to get it done before November, so I can just concentrate on Nanowrimo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-83052416?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/83052416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/83052416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83052416' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-83003369</id><published>2002-10-14T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-14T23:44:50.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today has been a DAY.  God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I wake up and go to the bathroom and promptly proceed to try to pass out.  I go and lay down for five minutes and feel better, but now I'm running late.  I feel cruddy all morning and my hands are shaky like a bitch.  (Bitches are shaky.  'Cause they're tails are wagging 'cause they're so happy to see you!)  Anyway, I start to feel better as my shift progresses, but I've already called work study and told them I'm not coming in.  I go home and proceed to start feeling crappier as the evening progresses.  So now I feel shitty again and I had to go lay down once more so I didn't pass out.  Hooray for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to bed now.  x_x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-83003369?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/83003369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/83003369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83003369' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-82945668</id><published>2002-10-13T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-13T19:59:33.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://twilight.blogspot.com/" target="newpage"&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING!&lt;/a&gt;  And to all my other Canadian friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what I had to blog.  But look at me blog anyway.  Oh yeah, thanks to everyone who said nice things about my new layout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up.  I had a dream about being a mermaid.  Don't ask.  I was a mermaid with a swim ring.  Like I said, don't ask.  Then I had a carebears song stuck in my head.  *Sings*  Smile from the inside out, show the world you're haaappy!  When you're smiling on the inside, you're smiling on the outside too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to printmaking.  And I re-aquatinted my print. I'm getting SO tired of aquatinting.  But I didn't get it dark enough, so I shall aquatint it again.  Then I did a proof of my drypoint and I didn't get IT dark enough either. But that's so much easier to fix.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-82945668?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82945668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82945668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#82945668' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-82901908</id><published>2002-10-12T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-12T17:36:14.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw the cutest thing yesterday.  Some old balding grey-haired guy was running down the up escalator!!  He was all "I've always wanted to do that!" and the woman he was with was all "Just like a kid."  But I thought it was sooo cute.  Old people can be funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the day off work and I'm not doing anything.  Although, I should be studying.  I'll study tonight. I have my art history midterm on thursday and I found out that yes, we do have to memorize dates. I'm never going to score very high on the exams.  ~_~;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided I just don't know what's up with the stripes on this layout.  I got a little over enthusiastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I watched the last eight or so episodes of Fruits Basket.  They were so good and so sad!  Poor Kyoh!!  *snuggles*  I won't say anymore lest a spoil the ending for someone else.  But!  I do want to draw a Kyoh fanart now.  *hee*  Another one?  Yes, indeed!  I also intend to draw a Momiji fanart because I love him!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-82901908?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82901908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82901908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82901908' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-82901644</id><published>2002-10-12T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-12T17:30:55.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okie dokie.  Layout should be working.  And it should be mostly netscape friendly, but I have no clue 'cause I don't have netscape on my computer anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Features &lt;strong&gt;Walker Trenton Hathaway-McKinnley&lt;/strong&gt;.  I drew him in paintchat one night, but it was on my mom's computer.  Her mouse sucks, so I didn't do any of the coloring in paintchat, but rather sent it home to my computer where I finished it up in opencanvas.  He is the son of Damien and Oliver.  (don't ask how that works.  ^___^;; )  Layout uses stylesheets, but that's as fancy as it gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm considering putting up a tagboard, but two people read my blog, so it'd get no usage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the links color?  I'm kinda undecided myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I added a template for the archives index page.  Ooooh, I'm so talented.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-82901644?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82901644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82901644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82901644' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-82900939</id><published>2002-10-12T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-12T17:00:17.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Working on a new blog layout.  Bear with me if things don't work for a bit.  ^_^;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-82900939?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82900939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82900939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82900939' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-82781713</id><published>2002-10-10T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-10T00:43:20.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.rain-street.org/fightcrime.htm" target="newpage"&gt;They fight crime!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night which involved one of my classmates making a print of two little girls kissing.  (Non-H, it was sweet)  And now I think  I want to do it.  *heehee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating cinnamon poptarts and drinking mocha.  The cinnamon is making my mocha taste REALLY good tho.  o_o;;  I'm surprised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning on the way to work, I saw the saddest thing.  There was a really sweet looking old lady crossing the street, but she was obviously homeless.  It made me sad to think that some old person would have to be out on the street.  Shouldn't her family be helping her out?  I suppose there's a reason, but when I'm old, I don't wanna be out on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I was at my work study job today.  (Got the website all nicely fixed up, but now they want me to add more stuff to it!  *heh*)  Anyway, there were this really cool Maasai dance troup from Kenya or Sri Lanka or something.  They all had really nice legs, and the guys had gorgeous shoulders, but all the girls were really flat.  But they were so cool!  They sang and it sounded like "afronova" (except without the techno) and they could jump really high!  I remember my volleyball days and I sure couldn't jump that high!  Not all of them spoke english, but the ones that did were really nice to the kids.  I think I was really lucky to be able to go to my mom's school while those guys were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, have I mentioned driving stresses me out?  I think I have and repeatedly.  Anyway, there was an accident blocking both lanes that were going the direction I wanted.  So I cut through a parking lot to go around it.  But I had to turn left out of the parking lot and there was all this traffic so I couldn't turn.  And people started backing up behind me, then some asshole started honking.  And I'm like "I can't go, dumbshit!"  Ugh, I hate driving so much!!  *kills spokane drivers*&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;*lol*  People are discussing alcohol on the Nanowrimo boards and I'm like "I don't need alcohol, I have ativan!"  Faith forced me to call the doctor on Monday because I was all freaked out from just having driven to work.  She said "That's not normal, call the doctor, chica."  So I did and they prescribed an anti-panic drug called "ativan".  And it makes me a complete and total idiot.  So, I avoid taking it when possible.  I can't see me typing anything coherent when "under the influence".  But it would be funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-82781713?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82781713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82781713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82781713' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-82679182</id><published>2002-10-08T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T00:50:51.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, and Faith is quitting.  I'm in shock.  And very sad.  And probably getting a new job.  ;_;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-82679182?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82679182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82679182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82679182' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-82679079</id><published>2002-10-08T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T00:46:34.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=+2&gt;I HATE PEOPLE!&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;a href="http://moonpuff.pitas.com/" target="newpage"&gt;Melissa&lt;/a&gt; and I are declaring war on the human beans.  It's just been a day that makes me want to run around, gouge out eyes, and eat them.  I should grow my thumbnails out like Max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think Melissa and I are also going to enter &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/" target="newpage"&gt;NaNoWriMo&lt;/a&gt; together.  Well, we're going to kick it off by having a brainstorming party and handing out halloween candy on Halloween.  They should turn out to be "special" stories.  Seperate entries, we're just going to support each other together entries.  Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired, but even if I went to bed I wouldn't sleep.  *claws eyes out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the most retarded nightmare last night.  For some reason, my family was at a haunted house.  And there was some creepy blind ghost that was all "aaaaah, I'm a ghost" and I was all "EEP!  GHOST STAY AWAY!"  *push* and I pushed her over and then I realized she was a blind old lady ghost and I felt bad and I offered to be her seeing eye-person until she found her way to wherever she needed to be.  And there was an evil witch who took over the house and started doing all sorts of crazy things.  And one of those crazy things was to send a group of super scary ghosts that if you looked at them you went crazy with fright.  Marie (the blind ghost)  told me not to look at them, and that I should think of something good while they passed me by, so that they wouldn't attack me.  So I found a laptop and started writing an e-mail to Meg.  Then the witch decided to turn the interior of the house into a sea battle and my family somehow turned into pirates on the shore attacking ships.  Apparently if we defeated the ships, we could gain back our "ancestral lands" so we wanted to beat them.  A part of the way through the battle, I suddenly remembered I wasn't a pirate.  Then I wandered around looking for Rachel, but I stumbled out of the house and found myself in the backyard. Apparently, one of the ghost-pirate things followed me out of the house, and he was one of my friends turned into a pirate.  I told him not to go over the hill, because that's where hell was and he'd lose his soul.  But he did anyway, and he came back with glowing gold eyes.  Then he told me to go over the hill with him, it was fun!  And I was like "nooooo!! I don't want to goooo!"  but he grabbed my arm and started pulling me toward the hill.  And I was yelling at Marie to go find Rachel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I woke up.  It was pirty.  I dunno, the glowing gold eyes REALLY had me creeped out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-82679079?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82679079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82679079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82679079' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-82566472</id><published>2002-10-05T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-05T13:01:19.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.todoelcine.com/temp/Toreador.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artistic and maybe even a bit shallow, you belong to the clan of the Toredor. You have a keen eye for pretty things. The embrace is looked on as perserving all beautiful things for eternity. You are the sensual vampires that you hear people talk about that seduce to get what they want. This clan is the one thought of as being the spoiled sort who want to get what they want. However, you usually work right under the ventrue clan as they try to carry out their plans. &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/padfootmk/vampire.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;What Vampire Clan Do You Belong To?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Test Created By &lt;lj user="oronoda"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm a fucking artist.  I always end up as the damn clan that sits around on their ass all day and admire how beautiful they are.  (Which is funny because I'm not especially attractive.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-82566472?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82566472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82566472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82566472' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-82566254</id><published>2002-10-05T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-05T12:53:59.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of Imouto's online friends just had baby goats!!  At first, they were going to name one of them "Little Miss Twilight" (after some boa songs) 'cause Imouto wanted to name one.  But now they're going to name it "Rachel".  She wants to know if that's 'cause it's the one that cries all the time.  But she's been assured that the goat just know what it wants and knows how to get it.  (I might also add that they have a goat named "Enter Sandman".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwwwwwuuuuuuuuh.  I'm bored.  I'm supposed to go over to my friend's house but she didn't pick up the phone.  No one is online and I'm borrrred.  Maybe I'll quit hogging up the phoneline and go play ps2 or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to draw, but I have no inspiration.  Guh, &lt;strong&gt;I HATE THAT!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-82566254?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82566254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82566254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82566254' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-82543525</id><published>2002-10-04T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-04T20:09:33.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I still hate people.  I did moderately over-react last night.  But that doesn't mean I still don't want go down to the mall and go on a killing spree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new job.  Who seconds that motion?  I'm fed up with it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heartburn. I was doing soooo good about not getting this stressed out.  But I swear the change in medication is wigging me out something awful.  GUH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-82543525?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82543525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82543525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82543525' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-82543280</id><published>2002-10-04T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-04T20:01:30.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/priorart.cgi" target="newpage"&gt;Fun!&lt;/a&gt;  Pointless fun, but fun nonetheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-82543280?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82543280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82543280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82543280' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-82504595</id><published>2002-10-03T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T23:07:28.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=+2&gt;I HATE PEOPLE!!!!&lt;/font&gt;  I fucking hate all of you!!  There are three people who I'd consider my friend, they know who they are, and everyone else can piss off.  I've had it with the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-82504595?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82504595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82504595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82504595' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-82481653</id><published>2002-10-03T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T13:16:37.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I came home all spazzing out.  I'm switching medication (although the doctor told me I shouldn't be able to tell any differences) and so I was stressing out over everything.  To top it off, I got yelled at at work for various things that were pretty much unavoidable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Rachel took me out for a walk and we went to Hastings and rented movies.  We rented "Death to Smoochy" (which I love!) and "John Q" which was sad, but not half bad.  We also went to the grocery store and got cheese for tacos.  Then we went to the Onion (which is a sit down restaurant) and got milkshakes, no food.  Anyway, milkshakes were good and Rachel and I were just loud and goofy and drinking milkshakes.  We got mokeys in the milkshakes and Rachel named her "Sparky" and I named mine "Poorcheese".  Then we spent much of the meal figuring out what we'd name our penises (if we had one) or our vaginas.  There are a lot of disturbing things you can name those body parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been wet and rainy.  I'm not opposed to rain, just my windshield wiper is broken and it makes this AWFUL noise when I drive with it on.  So of course, I had to do a lot of driving around today.  (As evidenced by the fact that I'm now eating lunch at home and I have one more class to go to before the day is over.)  I got the air pressure on my tires checked.  Hooray!  I don't have to worry about that anymore.  And a really cute guy did it too.  XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a history exam this morning.  I don't have a good or bad feeling about how I did on it.  I didn't know a lot of the multiple choice questions for the first section because  I missed the first two lectures.  (Not on purpose.)  BWAH!  Well, i'm hoping the teacher will be so impressed with my book report, I'll have a good score on midterms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-82481653?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82481653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82481653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82481653' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-82405226</id><published>2002-10-01T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T23:42:33.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rachel told me the most interesting thing today -- a theory on why she wishes she'd been born a guy.  She wishes she had a penis so she could name it and talk to it.  "Hi, Sparky!  My name is Rachel!  Would you like to come out and play today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie hit me in the head with her paw today.  And then she started licking her paw, like she didn't do it.  Of course she was purring ever so innocently too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that there is actually a dvd version of goonies today.  Me wants.  XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-82405226?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82405226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82405226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82405226' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-82344476</id><published>2002-09-30T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-30T19:37:01.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/BlueMedea/quizzes/What%20box%20do%20you%20get%20put%20in%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizilla.com/user_images/1033398369_nonboxcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What box do you get put in?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-82344476?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82344476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82344476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82344476' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-82344270</id><published>2002-09-30T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-30T19:32:52.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to the doctor's today. I'm now taking a pill and a half of celexa.  Fun, eh?  XD  Um, actually, I'm taking lexapro or something, it's new and has less inactive ingredients and the theory is, less side effects.  But it's the equivalent to a pill and a half of celexa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked for 4 hours on the &lt;a href="http://www.mead.k12.wa.us/MIDWAY/about.html" target="newpage"&gt;Midway&lt;/a&gt; homepage.  I'm tired of HTML now.  @_@  So maybe it's not as technical as the other sites, but it LOOKS better.  And it's organized better.  Ha ha, take that, smarmy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally "unpacked" my movies.  They're now pretty uch in an open box.  Before, they were in a closed box.  *cackles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I got a headache.  *crawls under a rock and dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know I have an abusive cat?  She was hitting ME in the head with her tail.  Darn tail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-82344270?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82344270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82344270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82344270' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-82256227</id><published>2002-09-28T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-28T19:59:51.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Allie is hitting Melissa.  I have an abusive cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-82256227?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82256227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82256227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82256227' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-82121366</id><published>2002-09-25T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-25T17:52:05.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guh.  I'm having one of THOSE days.  You know, the days when you can FEEL your anti-depressant fucking with your mood.  It does absolutely nothing for my anxiety and just makes it so I feel like I'm smiling all the time.  I'm going to wander around going "muuuuuh" in a day or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE PEOPLE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My yeast hurts.  ~_~;;  And I want to play ddr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're getting to that time of year when suddenly all my teachers have decided it's time for an exam.  I think I've got two next week and a paper due.  *garble*  Just after I finished up reading stupid &lt;strong&gt;Emma&lt;/strong&gt;.  As I found out, there were many SHORTER books I could have read.  *dies*  I HATE SCHOOL!  I can't wait til I graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few things I just need to say more:&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, that's great customer service!"&lt;br /&gt;"Goonies never say die!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yo dat be da shiznat."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-82121366?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82121366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82121366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82121366' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-82084178</id><published>2002-09-24T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-24T23:58:33.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.malevole.com/mv/misc/tribute/" target="newpage"&gt;Don't ask, just laugh.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-82084178?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82084178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82084178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82084178' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-82081947</id><published>2002-09-24T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-24T22:42:30.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I giggled like a schoolgirl.  Yaoi does that to me.  XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel bought "Kingdom Hearts" which is a surprisingly fun game.  I mean it's Disney and Square, so I was a little disturbed.  However, I think that all and all they did an excellent job of putting it all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have this staring problem. Not that I stare, but other people are staring at me.  Damn straight males.  I hate you!  *rages*  Have I gotten like exceptionally attractive lately?  Everyone is flirting with me.  Only Meg gets to flirt with me!!  *fumes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-82081947?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82081947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/82081947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82081947' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-81941227</id><published>2002-09-21T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-21T23:15:58.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The will to live is being sucked out of me!  AAAAH!  Actually, I just suddenly feel really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been unusually productive today.  I cleaned the bathroom, the kitchen, and put all my laundry today.  (Twas too dark to take the garbage out.)  And I even worked on the &lt;a href="http://journeys.keenspace.com/" target="newpage"&gt;Journeys Down&lt;/a&gt; page.   &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; I finished reading Emma!  Guuuh, I hate that book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching the X-Men movie.  We need more movies around this house. Of course, it would help if I finished unpacking my movies.  (Not that there's a lot of them other than anime.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I finally finished my first week of work study.  I'm working up at my mom's school, helping her out in the management room.  It's been very papercut inducing.  So far I've stapled, cut paper, and various other non-brain-necessary tasks.  (You know, not that my other job really requires a brain.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooo disturbed by the 18th episode of Fruits Basket.  I'll just leave it at that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-81941227?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81941227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81941227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_09_15_archive.html#81941227' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-81902841</id><published>2002-09-20T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-20T21:53:34.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RACHEL LICKED ME!!  ON THE SHOULDER!  EWWWWWWWW.  (Rachel needs help or something.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-81902841?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81902841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81902841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_09_15_archive.html#81902841' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-81810690</id><published>2002-09-18T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-18T23:26:39.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided that I really should blog, but I have a killer headache.  Ugh.  x_x  (you know, the kind that make your stomach hurt?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the afternoon at my buddy Melissa's house.  We watched Labyrinth.  *sniffles*  I love that movie.  Then I introduced her to the wonders of Furuba!  And she ordered pizza.  My decision -- visit Melissa more often, she orders pizza.  XD  Oh yeah, and we watched Gargoyles and Melissa, Rachel and I were all "meeemmoorrrries" and Jason got all spooked by the idea of gargoyle/human romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My connection is being craptastic today.  Like loading anything is taking an hour and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-b-b-bluh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly, slowly wading my way through &lt;strong&gt;Black House&lt;/strong&gt; by Stephen King and Peter Straub.  It's the sequal to &lt;b&gt;The Talisman&lt;/b&gt; in case anyone cared and didn't already know.  Anyway, the beginning, quite frankly, sucked.  And I'm not too keen on the narrative style.  HOWEVER!  The storyline is actually quite good.  But getting over the bad writing style is a bit hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the prettiest ff7 dream. I was Cloud and I had to rescue Aeris from out of the ruins of a sunken ship.  (I don't know, you drop her in the water when she dies, maybe?)  Anyway, I find her, but we're both cold because the water freezing so we go and take a hot shower.  In the same room, different shower.  I'm all embarrased and keep making her promise not to peek and she's like "teehee, why would I peek?"  (It's a sunken ship, but apparently, they have running water.)  Then Sephiroth shows up in a submarine, and we get a ride back from the ship to dry land on the sub.  Well, Sephiroth and I start making passes at eachother, and Aeris decides she's being kidnapped and I'm a traitor because being Sephiroth's uke makes me BAD!  I'm saddened that Aeris thinks I'm a traitor but I have to sleep with Sephiroth because he's my "master".  The end!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-81810690?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81810690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81810690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_09_15_archive.html#81810690' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-81713935</id><published>2002-09-17T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-17T01:17:13.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quick blog. I've had a really busy day and not much of it is worth note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, went to work.  It was slow, so I went home half an hour early.  Changed into non-work clothes, then drove out to my mom's school where I did workstudy for two hours.  Then, went grocery shopping and got a lot of junk food.  Came home at about 7.  Read "Emma" by Jane Austen.  Laughed at Emma for being dumb.  Finished my alloted 55 pages (I have to read that many a day to be done in the week that I have until my book report is due).  Then I finished my reading for God and Philosophy and did my two page paper for that class.  Yay. I love school and work when I have them all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's proof of how busy my day has been:  I didn't even have time to play ddr! NOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I think I'm going to spend lunch in the print studio.  Yes, I know I spent sunday there, but I'm really liking my print.  Why?  You can &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/709707" target="newpage"&gt;see it here&lt;/a&gt;.  It's creepy, it's what I wanted to draw instead of trying to please my teacher.  And I'm trying to make it look oekaki!!  (Yes, it is based on an old oekaki of mine.  ^_^ )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-81713935?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81713935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81713935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_09_15_archive.html#81713935' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-81638603</id><published>2002-09-15T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-15T12:22:32.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is my first day babysitting the print room. I shall be leaving to do just that in a few minutes.  ^_^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teri's engagement party is tonight.  No one can come with me.  The idea of being around THAT many people without someone I know around is really stressing me out.  @_@;;  I don't know if I'll go or not.  (Yes, I'm a chicken like that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Melissa's parents came over and we had pizza up at my parents' house.  Apparently, they were helping her put her stuff away from moving or something.  Anyway, I had pizza!  And saw Melissa!  Yippee skippee.  We played a card game, and ate pizza.  The end!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had a heart attack driving home and subsequently couldn't sleep.  Oh well.  I hate driving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-81638603?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81638603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81638603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_09_15_archive.html#81638603' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-81604996</id><published>2002-09-14T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-14T13:25:10.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I found out (courtesy of doing a vanity search on &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/" target="newpage"&gt;google&lt;/a&gt;) that no one on-line has the name Shepherd Constantin.  How sad for Shep!!  For those of you who are interested, Shep's last name actually comes from a Romanian sculptor named "Constantin Brancusi".  And now you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very interesting dream last night.  I can't remember it in detail, but the general gist of it is this.  I was a person with wings.  I hadn't been born with them, but they were like a "gift" after various schooling and tests etc to find out if I was worthy.  (Kinda like a diploma, but not ALL the people who passed even got wings, only the special ones.)  I kind of lived in a place like paradise, but I got bored and dissatisfied with everything being so perfect.  I discovered a portal to another world (at the back of a theater, of all places), so I went through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the world I ended up in was kind of like England during the industrial revolution.  Dirty and smoky with factories all over.  In this world, they'd never seen a person with wings before, so I was a bit of an oddity.  Also, being brought up in paradise, I was a bit naive, so I ended up getting mugged.  Afterwards, some girl took me in and we became "friends".  Meanwhile, the ruler of the country I'd found myself in heard of me and decided he that I'd make an excellent pet.  So he sent his guards out after me and they found me in the apartment of the girl who'd taken me in.  The two of us escaped out the window being as I could fly and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we arrive at the part  I don't remember as well.  I fly us out past the city, to some cliffs where bear-men lived.  One of the bear-men agreed to be my guardian, since apparently a person with wings was worth guarding.  Meanwhile, I started to get homesick and decided that if the bear-guy guarded me until we got back to the portal, he could come back to my home along the girl.  The king somehow got word of the world I was from and decided he wanted to take it over (and who wouldn't want to take over a virtual paradise?)  Somehow, he couldn't open the portal without me, so the search for the person with wings continued.  The girl, the bear-man, and I wandered around the countryside and word got around that we were "revolutionaries" fighting against the king and people started joining up with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, we got back to the city and got past the guards.  Apparently, the portal on this side worked like an elevator so we all crowded in and started going down.  (Shouldn't paradise be up?  Hey, but it wasn't in my dream. )  We stopped at one floor, 'cause we thought that was my home, but it turned out to be a world populated by nothing but giant wolves and they were HUNGRY.  So we closed the door in a hurry and hit the down button again, but the wolves still attacked the door.  However, at the very bottom floor, that was my home and we all got off.  And we lived happily together in my home.  The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-81604996?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81604996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81604996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81604996' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-81527545</id><published>2002-09-12T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-12T16:14:43.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bleh, bleh, bleh.  I hate driving home from school.  I happen to get out at about the same time as rush hour starts.  *cries*  Driving has gotten really stressful for me lately.  ~_~;;  And I still have to drive back to the school so I can take my printmaking class.  (We're doing self-portraits and I don't want to draw myself!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel says she wants to be a dinosaur.  I said "Yes."  Now she wants to find a "What Kind of Dinosaur are You?" personality quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot I put "afronova" on the disc for my MP3 player.  So it started playing today while I was studying at the library and I didn't know whether to scream or to get up and start dancing.  I think it was for the best that I did neither, being at the library and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-81527545?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81527545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81527545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81527545' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-81527220</id><published>2002-09-12T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-12T16:05:57.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twisted-tantrums.net/onemile/drug.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.twisted-tantrums.net/onemile/caffiene.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twisted-tantrums.net/onemile/drug.html"&gt;What kind of Drug Addict are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is funny, because I can't drink just about everything with caffeine in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-81527220?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81527220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81527220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81527220' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-81439965</id><published>2002-09-10T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-10T21:26:20.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;text="#F8F9C8" link="#AAAFFF" vlink="#E42866" alink="#008800" leftmargin="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.umich.edu/~rorder/animaniquiz.html"&gt;Which Animaniacs Character are You?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.umich.edu/~rorder/yakko.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;Talkative, huh?  Perhaps sing-ative would be more appropriate, actually.  When people don't understand something, it usually drives you to cutting, sarcastic remarks.  Your other extreme is bursting into song with almost no prompting, often to explain complex ideas.  No one knows quite what you are, exactly.  You have made many "special" friends, and there's baloney in your slacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/rinnaldo"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Click here to see my Livejournal.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lol*  I have "special" friends.  *looks suspiciously at my "friends"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-81439965?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81439965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81439965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81439965' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-81425651</id><published>2002-09-10T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-10T16:01:24.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gonna die!!  So I've explained how I didn't get to a whole week of my history class, right?  (If not, it's below.)  Anyway, the first reading assignment was 75 freakin' pages!!  And then I have two 30 page reading assignments to do before thursday.  Just for that class alone.  @_@;;  On the good side, aside from that class, I managed to get all caught up.  Go me!  Or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home, grabbed a cookie, and then I went into the bathroom and left the cookie on my desk.  And then when I came out of the bathroom, Allie was licking my cookie!!  She is the wierdest cat ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one of my classes, I am reading simply the SADDEST book ever.  It's called "Man's Search for Meaning" (by Victor Frankl) and it's about a guy in a concentration camp.  And it's SOOOO sad.  I got all sniffly and I'm not supposed to get sniffly over reading assignments!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-81425651?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81425651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81425651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81425651' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-81345797</id><published>2002-09-08T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-08T23:26:39.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wh00t!!!  I have now beaten all the five foot songs on konamix!!  YAY!  (Yet, I still haven't beat afronova.  ~_~;; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-81345797?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81345797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81345797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81345797' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-81321128</id><published>2002-09-08T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-08T11:36:04.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://koyasunomiko.com/quizzies/furuba/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://koyasunomiko.com/quizzies/furuba/yuki.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://koyasunomiko.com/quizzies/furuba/"&gt;Omae wa dochira &lt;i&gt;juunishi&lt;/i&gt; no MEMBAA desu ka?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://koyasunomiko.com"&gt;[koyasunomiko.com]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cackles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-81321128?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81321128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81321128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81321128' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-81309433</id><published>2002-09-08T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-08T02:24:02.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My parents' decided that they were going to buy pizza tonight as a kind of pre-birthday dinner for me.  (Well, my mom didn't want to cook and everyone is working tomorrow, so tonight seemed to be a better time to have pizza.)  Then we played guillotine and the hero of the people made out with all the purple cards and we were all disturbed.  (No wonder he's the hero of the people!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ddr update!!  I've started on beating five foot songs.  I still have to beat "genom screams", "matsuri japan" (on trick), and a few I didn't get to tonight because I was too tired.  After an hour and a half of playing ddr (especially after already having been on my feet for work), I think I'm allowed to be tired.  However, I still have yet to beat afronova. I want to know why that song got rated 4 feet anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to bed (despite the fact that I prolly won't sleep much anyway) because tomorrow I'm gonna pick up my buddy and we're gonna party hardy up at my house.  Well, not really, we're just gonna watch movies up at the parents' and prolly do that present thing. If anyone wants to get me something, I want drawings!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-81309433?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81309433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81309433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81309433' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-81293894</id><published>2002-09-07T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-07T16:42:11.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to the Dave Matthews Band concert at the Gorge (which is an outdoor ampitheatre for those who cared.)  I know some of you don't like Dave Matthews Band, but shut up!  It was fun. I'm not like a huge Dave Matthews fan, but my mommie bought me and my sister tickets for my birthday.  We sat out on the nosebleed hill, but we could still see pretty well.  The only bad points were that it was ass freezing cold out and the people next to us kept switching between cigarettes and pot all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been to a Dave Matthews concert (or to the Gorge even).  Anyway, singing he sounds almost normal but when he was talking he sounded kinda stoned.  *lol*   And at one point he came out and said "Something smells good out there."  I was all with the amusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when we left, we lost the car.  We parked right by the road, so Rachel and I figured all we had to do was find the road and then we could find the car.  Unfortunately, we couldn't find the road.  so after about 20 minutes of wandering, we finally found the road, and Rachel's car was like two lanes over.  And then we got home at 2:30.  It was beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-81293894?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81293894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81293894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81293894' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-81226853</id><published>2002-09-06T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-06T00:20:20.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I started on beating five foot songs!!  YAY!  I'm making some decent headway.  I'm suddenly all addicted to ddr again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's another story of how clever I am.  I thought school started on wednesday.  It actually started on Tuesday.  So yes, I missed a whole day of classes.  So far the professors that I've actually met with have been okay with it, but I still have one that I've never had before and I missed his class again today!!  (I couldn't find the class room.)  I'm kinda screwed if he doesn't keep me in the class because I won't be a full time student anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I went to the doctor's yesterday. Now I'm taking celexa.  (I think it's for anxiety and depression.)  And she gave me prescription strength anti-acids. I'm too young to be taking prescription strength anti-acids!  *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my printmaking class, I have to do a self-portrait.  Should be interesting as I'm currently in "I don't like me very much" mode.  And I don't feel like drawing myself realistically anyway.  There's like 9 people in my printmaking class and it's scary having a class that small!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-81226853?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81226853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81226853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81226853' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-81173000</id><published>2002-09-04T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-04T20:52:12.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wh00t!!  I beat "Hysteria". And I think I've beat all the four foot trick songs now.  So the only four foot song left that I haven't beat is "Afronova".  This is a big accomplishment for me!!  (Because I suck.  ~_~;; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-81173000?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81173000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81173000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81173000' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-81169089</id><published>2002-09-04T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-04T19:22:42.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Beautiful.  Here's something only I would do.  I just spent the last half hour wandering around GU's campus wondering what the hell was going on with my printmaking class.  As it turns out, it's tomorrow on Thursday nights.  ^___^;;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-81169089?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81169089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81169089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81169089' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-81071332</id><published>2002-09-02T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-02T20:06:57.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We have such quality entertainment at my house.  Right now I'm watching a tape that has "Neverending Story"  (the FIRST one), the second Carebears movie, AAAND "Flight of the Navigator".  I'm the coolest kid in the neighborhood.  XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-81071332?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81071332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81071332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81071332' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-81062543</id><published>2002-09-02T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-02T16:34:23.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, today I went to "Pig Out in the Park", which is the local food festival thingie downtown.  Very tasty.  Sadly, my friend cancelled on us, so it was just me and my sister.  Anyway, I had a chicken burrito something or over, which was super good.  Rachel had some chicken fettucini and garlic bread which smelled great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my sister and I walked over to Auntie's bookstore (which is a really, really cool bookstore).  And I bought, not a book, but a game that looks really special.  It's called "Nano Fiction" and you make up stories with crackheaded suggestion cards.  Rachel got a game called "Guillotine" and the point of it is to collect the heads of royalty.  Apparently, it comes highly recommended, but it's out of print.  It even comes with it's own little cardboard guillotine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, we went back to the park and I got strawberry shortcake which was like the worst I've ever had in my whole life (Well, I only eat it at the fair, so...) and Rachel got frozen cheesecake.  Now that stuff is GOOD, I just didn't have any 'cause it woulda made me sick.  So, to make up for the bad shortcake, I had some fresh baked bread from the bread barn booth.  And that more than made up for it because it was REALLY good and had raspberry honey butter or something on it.  Yum yum.  (As a side note, there was a typo on their sign that said "pasberry" and I couldn't figure out if it was a typo or there was really such a thing as "pasberry".)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-81062543?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81062543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81062543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81062543' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885849.post-81019283</id><published>2002-09-01T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-01T22:27:35.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't ever have some of the things that I want.  I'm a pitiful person.  I don't even know what I'm doing wrong anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't anyone I can count on anymore.  I've been blown off a few times tonight, and only one peson had a reasonable excuse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885849-81019283?l=fireflychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81019283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885849/posts/default/81019283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81019283' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938410192009276614</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></entry></feed>
