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  <title>if you can read this...</title>
  <subtitle>...please help me</subtitle>
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    <name>aU:D_+_re'y</name>
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    <title>new journal</title>
    <published>2004-06-09T18:19:39Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-09T18:19:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Rolly</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Fuck this. I'm tired of everyone's shit. I'm making a new journal that will be Friends Only, so comment to be added or get an LJ (you know who you are). I'm not going to broadcast the name, so after you comment, just check your list for a new friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_kyo_no_miko' lj:user='kyo_no_miko' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://kyo-no-miko.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://kyo-no-miko.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;kyo_no_miko&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; won't be deleted because of too many memories attached to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- aU:D_+_re'y</content>
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    <title>kyo_no_miko @ 2004-06-08T23:14:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-09T04:15:51Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-09T04:15:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Me: Who the hell are you and why are you spreading fucking lies about me?&lt;br /&gt;Me: All I want to know is why.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What gives you any right whatsoever to say this sort of thing about me who you don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;Choroideremia: because you're a little fucking stupid kid and you have NO IDEA what true rape is like.&lt;br /&gt;Choroideremia: If you knew, that deacon would not still be at a church. He would be in a fucking Jail. And until you DO know what true pain, and true rape is like, I will continue to tell people about your fucking lie.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Of course I don't know what rape is like. That's because I WASN'T. I FUCKING STOPPED HIM. Don't fucking talk about things you don't know! &lt;br /&gt;Choroideremia: Right. You fucking stopped a grown man. You're such a fucking liar.&lt;br /&gt;Choroideremia: I asked around LJ for people who knew of other liars.&lt;br /&gt;Choroideremia: Someone told me you.&lt;br /&gt;Choroideremia: You got added to the list.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Was it Chiharu?&lt;br /&gt;Choroideremia: GET OVER IT.&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHY SHOULD I FUCKING GET OVER IT?&lt;br /&gt;Me: YOU'RE A FUCKING HYPOCRITE FOR SPREADING LIES ABOUT ME YOURSELF&lt;br /&gt;Choroideremia: BECAUSE YOU "WERENT REALLY RAPED".&lt;br /&gt;Choroideremia: you're a fucking lying cunt.&lt;br /&gt;Choroideremia: Now get the fuck out of my space.&lt;br /&gt;Me: The fuck out of YOUR space?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I wasn't aware the fucking internet was YOUR space.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You fucking cunt.&lt;br /&gt;Choroideremia signed off at 11:06:39 PM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She used to be &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_lost_graduation' lj:user='lost_graduation' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://lost-graduation.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://lost-graduation.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;lost_graduation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I think &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_chiharu' lj:user='chiharu' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://chiharu.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://chiharu.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;chiharu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; told her about me. I hope they both fucking choke in their sleep.</content>
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    <title>kyo_no_miko @ 2004-06-08T22:27:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-09T03:30:26Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-09T03:30:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">from &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_genwaku_maniac' lj:user='genwaku_maniac' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://genwaku-maniac.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://genwaku-maniac.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;genwaku_maniac&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which is now protected:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Audrey lied and said she got raped by the dean of her CHURCH. She also says her parents need to hide the safety pins and knives in her house, so she won't cut herself. I sincerely hope Jesus crushes your soul, little girl.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who the hell this person is or why they're spreading lies about me. WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! WHY WOULD THEY SAY THIS ABOUT ME?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even begin to comprehend the sheer amtoyun of anger I feel right now. I don't need this anymore. I DON"T FUCKNIOGN NEED THIS ANYMORE. I HAD TO PROVE EVERYTHING TO EVERYONE IN SEVENTH GRAD EI DON"T FUCKING NEED THIS ANYNORE[ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gihdfajLKBNLTBEWQLgodamnnit</content>
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    <title>Silver Ash CDs and birthday present</title>
    <published>2004-06-08T20:43:41Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-08T20:43:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Camino - truth or lie</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I feel really shitty asking this, but if any of you want to get me an early birthday present, I'd really appreciate it if you got me one of Silver Ash's CDs. They're offering all three for sale on the website (now, of all times, when I'm completely broke) and it makes me really panicky to think I'll never own one of their albums before they break up and the albums not only go out of print, but become collector's items. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.silverash.net/english"&gt;http://www.silverash.net/english&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's on the main page news section, not in the store link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUT OF CONTROL is $32, Organum is $20, and Silver Ash is $20, and there's a $4 shipping charge PER CD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah... I know probably no one's going to get me one (except maybe Dylan who wants to get rid of his money so he won't be a "rich cappie-bastard") but I wanted to try... &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;;; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- aU:D_+_re'y</content>
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    <title>A-Kon 15, June 4 - 6, 2004</title>
    <published>2004-06-07T19:53:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-07T20:22:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>CPU Fan - Hum Whir Whir</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was actually a conglomeration of Thursday and Friday. I call it ThursFri. See? I'm clever. It's like stirfry? ...Anyway, my mom woke up at around 5:20 and when she found out I had been up all night, she got very angry. We left the house at around 7:00 and I promptly fell asleep. When I woke up, we were about an hour away from Dallas. We had a little bit of trouble finding the hotel, but in the end, it was okay. I got in, got my badge, met up with Fish (&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_goldfeesh' lj:user='goldfeesh' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://goldfeesh.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://goldfeesh.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;goldfeesh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), who was dressed up as Count D (sekushiii &amp;lt;3) and then soon afterwards, met up with Dee (&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_meowkittyirish' lj:user='meowkittyirish' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://meowkittyirish.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://meowkittyirish.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;meowkittyirish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), Chelsea (&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_illuminesce' lj:user='illuminesce' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://illuminesce.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://illuminesce.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;illuminesce&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), Susan (&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_kyo_mo_mo' lj:user='kyo_mo_mo' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://kyo-mo-mo.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://kyo-mo-mo.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;kyo_mo_mo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) who were already in their Diru costumes. So I dumped my stuff in their room for the moment (our room was still being... uh... gotten :\) and shimmied into my costume. I ended up only wearing it for around an hour, maybe? By the time we got to the JPop room, judging was over (gomen &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;;, but since we didn't have a Toshiya, I guess we couldn't have done much, anyway...). I saw Vallen-chuu (&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_tyrstains' lj:user='tyrstains' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tyrstains.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://tyrstains.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tyrstains&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) in the JPop room in her Natsuki costume. It was sooo good. X3 I should've thought to have taken a picture, but I'm sure someone somewhere has it... Some people took pictures of us with the "Will Fanservice for Money/Pockey" sign. ^^; &lt;br /&gt;I got out of the costume and then jumped into a random loli outfit (Dee let me borrow her tiny tophat. XDDD) and we ran around the dealer's room for a bit. I bought a lot, including a VIP ticket for the Psycho le Cemu concert that night. @_@; I also got out of my loli outfit to get into regular clothes for the concert.&lt;br /&gt;Uh... after that, I met up with Michi (&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name___michiru__' lj:user='__michiru__' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/__michiru__/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/__michiru__/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;__michiru__&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) and her brother, then we found Karu (&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_kalmiaxxi' lj:user='kalmiaxxi' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://kalmiaxxi.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://kalmiaxxi.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;kalmiaxxi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) and her entourage, so we all ran in line for the concert. I think. I can't remember too well. Anyway, we were in line for a long time. Then at one point, I bent down to open my Ramune and when I got up, Karu and Co. were gone! T_T Michi told me she left because she wasn't feeling good, or something. Chuu... &lt;br /&gt;Since all of us (Michi, Dee, Fish, Susan, and Chelsea) all had VIP tickets, we ran up to the front of the row, but it was for naught. XO I wasted thirty-fucking-two dollars on that piece-of-shit wristband that didn't even guarantee me a spot in the front. Originally, I WAS in the front, but bitches from the back, who didn't even have VIP seating, pushed up and usurped me of the position. So I found it hard to enjoy the concert when I was being bombarded by fat sweaty chicks in ugly egl outfits who totally ripped me off of $32. RAWR. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Yeah. Psycho le Cemu. They're cool, what can I say? I don't like them all &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; much so bleh. The Psychoballs skit thing was pretty funny, though. And yeah, Lida. I like Lida. :) I like Lida a lot. :) :) :) They opened with Gekiai Merry Go Round, which made me very happy. I'm not a parapara person, so I didn't, but I don't think anyone cared. Ai no Uta was a very fun song. The entire crowd was getting into it. Oh, and they also did the so-called doowop version of Roman Hikou. 'twas very amusing. ^^ And, of course, at the end, Yura-sama lagged onstage for... "ROCKETTO BAIBII!!!" After that, we all got shooed out of the room so they could prepare for the Do As Infinity concert. &lt;br /&gt;I got stopped for bag checks ("NO CAMERAS OR WE SHALL OFFER YOU TO CTHULHU" was the general sentiment, except spoken in Bitch dialect), so by the time I got in, the good spots were taken. But this is where Michi came in handy. XDDD I love her, I swear. She just grabbed my hand and led Andrew and I around the front-row-backstage-pass seats and then shoved through and got us places in the first row (behind the backstage seats, of course) center. Some girls were asking us why we were there, but Michi was just like, "Well, we were in line for like 6 hours and this was supposed to be our spot but people shoved up." and they were just, "Oh. Okay..."&lt;br /&gt;Do As Infinity was... well, a lot better than I thought. I still don't like their music too much. The only song I recognized (being the ONLY song I've ever heard) was Fukai Mori, but Ryo used a distorted electric instead of an acoustic for this version, so it was an interesting change. Tomoko has a good voice, albeit nasal, and Ryo is awesomely badass. Yoshiyasu is really cute, also. At one point, when Ryo had a solo, Yoshiyasu ran and stuck his bass between Ryo's legs and bent down and played off of him there. That said, their stage presence was AWESOME. As much as I'm not a fan of them, I was bouncing around and singing along and having a lot of fun. It was nice. ^___^; &lt;br /&gt;Then... CAMINO~~~ They came out around 1:30 or 2:00, I can't remember exactly, but I was so happy to see them. I swear, I started getting a little weepy-eyed when they started coming out; I was so touched to see them live again. It was embarassing though, because a lot of people left for one reason for another (the top two were "It's too late, I'm going to bed" or "Screw Camino." &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;) Not even half the room was filled when Camino finally came out and I was really angry at people for leaving like that. Still though, it made for a more intimate setting and more room to bounce around in, though people were still squished up in the front. I can't remember the order they played in, but I remember tooku e, truth or lie (oh my God, this song is amazing live...), RIGHT NOW (again, another amazing live performance), and I can't even remember all of them. I think they performed HELL WONDERLAND, yoake, and separate time? I can't remember... I was a little disappointed they didn't perform I wish..., but it was a wonderful concert anyway. I love Camino. Love love love love love them. When Jun was addressing the audience, he asked if any of us liked anime and he named a few titles, including Sailormoon, which I, of course, yelled for. (Someone in the back screamed out, "LIVE-ACTION ONLY" XDD;) When Jun saw the audience reaction to Sailormoon, he raised one hand and went, "Makeup?" XDDDDDD For their member solos, Kiku did this guitar solo that would've made Kaoru blush. I didn't think a person's fingers could move that fast, except in fast-forward on the concert DVDs. XD; OH! JUN! JUN B-BOYED! I couldn't believe it! My mouth was literally open and the entire time, I kept thinking, "God, I wish I could record this for LeiLei..." I think he recognized me from last year, but perhaps it's just wishful thinking. And Taka... oh, my dear Taka. *fangirl swoon* He did this incredible bass line... It was like his fingers were moving through the strings. So cooooool. *__* He tossed a few picks and some of them fell short of the audience, so people were scrambling on their knees and reaching for them. Vallen-chuu got one!!! ^_^ I was so happy for her, but envious at the same time. T_T; However! Jun tossed a drumstick at me(I'm sure Re-hit appreciated the thought... &amp;gt;_&amp;gt; He was probably like, "What the hell? That's mine... ;-;") and I caught it dead on. I was in shock for about .000002 seconds, before the fangirls swarmed on and tried to grab it from me. One actually had the nerve to pull it away from me! I was just like, "BITCH." and she kind of looked at me nervously, then smiled a bit. And I just kept holding on like a Doberman. She kind of quailed &lt;br /&gt;under my gaze, but didn't let go. We were actually holding onto the drumstick while Camino came out for an encore, and the entire time, I was thinking, "Please start doing some parapara or someshit, so I can grab it and run." Alas, she did not. Afterwards, her friend was like, "Well, how about you do some jyanken pyon or something for it?" &lt;br /&gt;1) Don't use jyanken pyon when you could just as easily say rock, paper, scissors. You're not cute, you're not unique, and you're not Japanese just because you say it. &lt;br /&gt;2) Hell. No. I'm not playing some game for what's rightfully mine.&lt;br /&gt;And I told them that. I said, "I would do it had we caught it at the same time. However, I know for a fact I caught it first and then people began grabbing it from me *COUGHHINTHINTCOUGH*" and finally her friend was like, "Well... it -was- headed directly for her........" and the girl let go and was like, "Well... can I see it first?" &lt;br /&gt;So I let her see it and then I grabbed it and headed on my merry way. @_@; &lt;br /&gt;I found Michi and we chilled for a few minutes before I decided to go back to my room and sleeeeep. And I did. But first, I had to go to the Dee's room to get my stuff. Riding the elevator to her room, I bumped into Scott McNeil (Duo Maxwell from Gundam Wing, Piccolo from DBZ, Principal Kuno from Ranma 1/2, and a whole slew of other shit) and we talked for a little bit about his upcoming projects. He's going to be the voice for the main bad guy in Scooby Doo 2, so if any of you see that, listen for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at around 12-something today. =_=; The Camino concert went so late that I was bum-tired. Fish and I got ready and headed off for the dealer's room where I bought a lot of the aforementioned list. &lt;br /&gt;We parted ways and I wandered around and picked up a little gift for LeiLei. I was lingering around in the lobby for a while and suddenly, I noticed Taka walk in, and I began spazzing. So I asked if I could get a picture with him, and he said yes, very gracefully. If I can be a fangirl for just a minute (not like I haven't been, this entire report), he put his arm around my waist. X3333 *spazzes*. After that, I went to the Camino Q&amp;A panel, via the Skywalk, which was just in the beginning throes of the infamous Sign Whore war. (People are notorious for wearing/holding signs at cons, including things like, "Glomp Me" or "Free Kisses" and stuff. One guy held up a sign that said, "I Hate Sign Whores" and sparked the Anti-Sign Whores rebellion, which sparked the Anti-Anti-Sign Whore rebellion. Stupid shit. =_=;) The panel... A lot of it was just like last year. People asked dumb questions, people repeated questions with different wordings, etc. Taka was being a huge smartass in it, though! XDDD I can't remember all the questions, but here are some memorable ones, with the answers I remember. T_T If I find a transcript of it somewhere, I'll post it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. What is your favorite animal?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiku: Elephant. *waves arm around like trunk*&lt;br /&gt;Taka: Eeeh... Pikachu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. What are you most afraid of?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiku: Cockroach. O_O&lt;br /&gt;Ryosuke: Me too.&lt;br /&gt;Jun: My mother. :&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-hit: Ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;Taka: Jun's mother. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. What American music do you listen to?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kiku: Hoobastank.&lt;br /&gt;Ryosuke: Linkin Park. (What's with them liking shitty music?)&lt;br /&gt;Taka: Britney Spears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. What video games do you play?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-hit: Tekken :D&lt;br /&gt;Ryosuke: Street Fighter.&lt;br /&gt;Jun: Dance Dance Revolution. ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. How long have you been playing your instruments?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiku: 18 years. (DAYUM O_O;)&lt;br /&gt;Ryosuke: 7 or 8 years.&lt;br /&gt;Jun: ...? ...Since I was born, I suppose. o.o;&lt;br /&gt;(I forgot Re-hit's answer. &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;;;)&lt;br /&gt;Taka: *counts on fingers* ... One day. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they were done, Kiku said he had a gift for everyone at the Q&amp;A session at the Camino booth upstairs, so we all ran. XD; The gift turned out to be photo ops with each member of the band and an impromptu autograph session. I got pictures with them all (I was tempted to get one with Taka again, but I decided against it) and got my I.C. brain CD booklet signed. After that, I meandered off in search of food. At one point, I got off an elevator and ran into Karuru and Vallen-chuu! So we hung out for a few minutes, before Vallen went to go get out of her costume and then Karu said she wanted to go meet Max. Since she was meeting him near the Plaza, and I was hungry, I tagged along. Truth be told, I wanted to hang out with her more, but she didn't seem like she wanted me around, so I just left the two of them to their devices to get some yakisoba. After I got it, I went back to my room and ate, then I headed out again for more dealers' room scouring. At around 8:30, I went to the JPop room to watch Moon Child. I found Dee in there, and then completely randomly, Loren (&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_duelist' lj:user='duelist' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://duelist.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://duelist.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;duelist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) found me! XD; We met this girl who was working security and we all talked for a little bit, then the movie came on and it&lt;br /&gt;was time to, y'know, watch. Michi wandered in after about 45 minutes of the movie and plopped down with us. Ahh, Moon Child. I love this movie. It always makes me cry, though. Afterwards, I went with Michi to her room where we chilled for an hour or two while her sister got ready and then we all went downstairs for the dance. The second PLC concert was still going on when we got there, so we popped in for the last few minutes of it. I think their last song was Ai no Uta, but I don't really remember. I was PISSED, though. They actually had VIP seating for this concert!!! Like, actual SEATS! At least I'm not a big fan of PLC, or I'd be even angrier. While waiting for the dance, this guy came up and asked me if I went to Numa. When I replied yes, suddenly I recognized who he was! MY GUITARIST FROM RAISON D'ETRE!!! And then my bassist walked up! I got their pictures. What a trip. XDDD Anyway, they got the "dance" ready and we all headed in. Ahahahahahaha~ I'm sorry, you can't expect most people at A-Kon to know how to dance. There was this one girl in a sailor dress (not uniform) with white go-go boots who was just... wow. I was like, "What the hell is she doing?" for 99% of the time she was on the floor. The music wasn't all that great either. It was the "dun... dun... dun... dun dun... dun" type of techno shit. They did play Metallica's King Nothing though, which surprised me when I recognized it. Michi and I saw this guy in a white shirt and pleather pants wandering around with a video camera and we couldn't tell if it was Yura-sama or not. (The next day, we found out it was. And I promise you everything in the world that he was taping the people at the dance to make fun of them later on.) After a while, I started getting tired so I said bye to Michi and went back to my room to sleep. Banquet tomorrow morning, after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up at 10:00 and began getting ready for the banquet. I realized checkout time was at 12:00, however, so I began panicking and started packing all my shit up, but my mom got the time extended to 1:30. &lt;br /&gt;She also found Michi when she got back from the bagel shop. XDDD Michi was supposed to go to the banquet, but as I said, Karu (whom Michi had bought her tickets from) had been extremely scarce at the convention, and so she wasn't able to go. &amp;gt;____&amp;lt; I went in though, and got assigned a random table with Samantha Inoue-Harte (Monster Island Studios; did Koran Ri in Sakura Wars TV, Chobi the Chocobo, Cactuar, and Crux from Final Fantasy Unlimited, Shinyoh from Soul Hunter, and Pipin in Magical Play) and Stephanie Nadolny (Goku in Dragonball, young Gohan in DBZ). They were really nice. ^^ The food was okay. Better than last year's. The tables were going around, having wars with the others, stealing their markers and stuff. You would walk by and see things written on the markers like, "TABLE O, ALLIED WITH TABLE Q." or "ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO TABLE B." They played the winners of the AMV contest and there were some really good ones. I taped part of the crowd doing the wave to the song with My Girlfriend, The Ultimate Weapon clips, and I taped most of the video with Hellsing clips to "Devil Went Down to Georgia", which was REALLY good. XD Then Scott McNeil ran into the room and he and Monica Rial started a butter fight, with the little balls of butter on a plate at each table. I taped part of it. Funny stuff. Then I noticed the time and jetted out of the room (after taking a few pictures with my table) and got all my stuff packed into the car for the ride home. That took a good chunk of my time, but I got done just in time for the official Camino autograph session. That autograph session made me both happy and sad. Happy, because I was getting to see them again and got my stuff signed, but sad because the line was OBSCENELY short. I waited in line for close to three hours last year for Duel Jewel, and I was in line for barely 10 minutes for Camino. The line was actually SO SHORT, I went TWICE. While we were waiting in line, though, the cameraperson asked us all to shout 'Camino' at the count of three, for their DVD, and so we did. ^___^ Michi bought a shirt from the table set up and got it signed by not only Camino, but by their cameraperson, who she thinks is awesome. He was so cute, though. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michi:&lt;/b&gt; Excuse me, can you sign this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tokito:&lt;/b&gt; ...Eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michi:&lt;/b&gt; *makes writing motion* Sign? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tokito:&lt;/b&gt; !!! *points at self* Me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michi:&lt;/b&gt; Yes! ^__^ I think you're really cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tokito:&lt;/b&gt; *looking flustered and flattered at the same time and looks for a pen*&lt;br /&gt;Taka was first in line and when he saw the autograph, he was like, "...?" and Michi pointed at the cameraperson and, apparently, Taka thought this was the best thing he'd ever seen. He showed the shirt to Ryosuke and Jun and kept pointing at it, going, "Tokito-san desu! Tokito-san desu!" Vallen was ahead of me in line and let Re-hit hold her doll, Jaede, for a second. I bought their member trading cards from the table and got each of them to sign their respective card. Vallen noticed Re-hit had an Ozzy Osbourne pin on his wristband and when she pointed it out, he smiled really big and was like, "Oh, Ozzy Osbourne!! ^^" When I got out, Tokito asked us all (Karu, Cheri, Vallen, Michi, and I) to hold up our autographed items and shout, "Irasshaimase, Camino!!!" for the camera. Then, because I had bought a poster yesterday that I wanted signed, I went back in the line (so did Vallen, who bought a postcard for them to sign) and got them to sign that, too. Afterwards, I had to leave, and I was very sad. :&amp;lt; The con was already dying down and so I said goodbye to all my lovely friends and headed off for the trip home. My mom got LOST, not even two blocks away from the hotel. She wouldn't listen to my directions, though, so it was her fault. &amp;gt;( When she finally felt like listening to me, it was an hour later. We circled through the ghetto a few times, which was a little scary. O_O; I fell asleep with Mooncake-chan in my arms and thus ended A-Kon 15. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All good things must come to an end, ne? Although the elevators certainly weren't a good thing. &amp;gt;_&amp;lt; The South Tower had lines leading out into the lobby... Anyway, if any of you who live near me want to see all my loot and videos, come over to my house or invite me over or something. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now for the pictures... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v35/EdensInfluence/A-Kon 15/Taka.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with Taka (b). I was wearing boots with heels, so he was a little shorter than me, and then to top it off, he bent down slightly when he posed for the camera. &amp;gt;___&amp;lt; I felt like I was 281470317037 feet tall.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v35/EdensInfluence/A-Kon 15/Ryosuke.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryosuke (key) and I. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v35/EdensInfluence/A-Kon 15/Re-hit.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-hit (d) and I.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v35/EdensInfluence/A-Kon 15/Kiku.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiku (g) and I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v35/EdensInfluence/A-Kon 15/Jun.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun (vox) and I.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v35/EdensInfluence/A-Kon 15/Sammi_and_Steph.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha Inoue-Harte, Stephanie Nadolny, and I at the banquet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v35/EdensInfluence/A-Kon 15/Transformer.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformer cosplayer. There was another girl there with a similar, better costume, but I got a picture of her last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v35/EdensInfluence/A-Kon 15/Jaede_on_Mooncake.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vallen's doll, Jaede, riding my Mooncake-chan while in line for Camino autographs.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v35/EdensInfluence/A-Kon 15/JackSparrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Sparrow cosplayer who was AN ASS. &amp;gt;_&amp;lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v35/EdensInfluence/A-Kon 15/Friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Araa... Karu, Michi and I after the autograph session.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v35/EdensInfluence/A-Kon 15/BanquetTable.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My banquet table. A lot of people didn't show up for some reason. o_O; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v35/EdensInfluence/A-Kon 15/BandMembers.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My band members from Numa!!! Bassist on left, guitarist on bottom right.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v35/EdensInfluence/A-Kon 15/AquateenCosplayerOnDanceFloor.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even pixelated aliens like to get down once in a while. This was at the dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v35/EdensInfluence/A-Kon 15/AquateenCosplayer.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Notice the glowstick stuck in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v35/EdensInfluence/A-Kon 15/ParaParaDanceTeam.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ParaPara Dance Team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v35/EdensInfluence/A-Kon 15/MichiOnCart.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gorgeous Michi, riding a cart that someone wheeled by.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v35/EdensInfluence/A-Kon 15/AndrewsAngels.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh... Andrew kept stealing chairs so he could sit and at one point, all three of us were behind him, so we just posed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v35/EdensInfluence/A-Kon 15/MarioCosplayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blooomp. Blooomp. That's the noises those things make. o___o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I didn't take as many pictures as I did last year, but since cameras weren't allowed at the concerts, I didn't really feel the need to. I have some videos too, but I won't post them up seeing as how I don't have the modem capable of putting all them up. If you're curious, I can burn you a CD and mail it to you, but I doubt anyone is. Everyone who lives within driving distance of me is free to come over and watch the videos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- aU:D_+_re'y</content>
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    <title>whoohoo</title>
    <published>2004-06-07T06:58:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-07T06:58:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Battle Royale DVD</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My sister caved and got a LiveJournal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_eveon' lj:user='eveon' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://eveon.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://eveon.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;eveon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For future reference, I'm LOLing and ROFLing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- aU:D_+_re'y</content>
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    <title>Oh my god, this is so cute</title>
    <published>2004-06-07T06:44:51Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-07T06:44:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Camino - truth or lie</lj:music>
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    <title>Back...</title>
    <published>2004-06-07T06:31:02Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-07T06:31:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Camino - RIGHT NOW</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am back... And tired. I just finished writing Friday, but I want to post all three at the same time. So I shall do that tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the spoils of war. I've never spent so much in my life PERIOD. Not even traveling to everywhere, not even using my credit card. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this is separate from the cuts, I shall post what all I bought. Yes, it is a lot, and yes, I am extremely happy with all of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* autographed in person&lt;br /&gt;+ bought autographed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Camino album "arise"&lt;br /&gt;- Camino album "IC Brain" *&lt;br /&gt;- Camino guitar pick&lt;br /&gt;- Camino poster *&lt;br /&gt;- Camino shirt&lt;br /&gt;- Camino member Kiku trading card normal version *&lt;br /&gt;- Camino member Jun trading card normal version *&lt;br /&gt;- Camino member Ryosuke trading card normal version *&lt;br /&gt;- Camino member Taka trading card normal version *&lt;br /&gt;- Camino member Re-hit trading card normal version *&lt;br /&gt;- Nyanko Catfood Mooncake kitty plushie&lt;br /&gt;- Psycho le Cemu Seek postcard and pin set&lt;br /&gt;- Psycho le Cemu Yura postcard and pin set&lt;br /&gt;- Psycho le Cemu Lida postcard and pin set&lt;br /&gt;- Psycho le Cemu Aya postcard and pin set&lt;br /&gt;- Psycho le Cemu Daishi postcard and pin set&lt;br /&gt;- Psycho le Cemu Lida signed guitar pick + &lt;br /&gt;- Psycho le Cemu tour shirt&lt;br /&gt;- Psycho le Cemu glowstick wristbands (seven total)&lt;br /&gt;- Pierrot armband (pleather Dictator's Circus-live version)&lt;br /&gt;- Gackt mechanical pencil&lt;br /&gt;- Gackt mounted poster (NAKEY GACKT LOLZ)&lt;br /&gt;- Dir en grey keychain&lt;br /&gt;- Various snacks (Pocky, Pretz, ramen, Ramune) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got four Camino stickers (they just hand those things out like mad), one of Re-hit's drumsticks (thrown by Jun, for whatever reason o_O), a T.M. Revolution poster (gotten for free when you filled out Tofu Records' survey), and a bunch of those indies mangas. Mmm... free stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to finish up the reports and post them up with the pictures tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to be back, but at the same time, I want nothing more to be right there in the front row again, pumping my fist in the air to the beat of Camino. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- aU:D_+_re'y</content>
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    <title>chu te ne</title>
    <published>2004-06-04T09:40:24Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-04T10:03:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Metallica - Damage Inc.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It's 4:37 in the morning. I am done packing for A-Kon.... my mom's not up yet and I'm going to let her sleep in a little. :\ She's going to be driving for 6+ hours... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. I hope I packed everything... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get there and see everyone~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ちゅてね。。。　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-EDIT-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's cranky and she ended up making me cry. Oh well. C'est la vie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- aU:D_+_re'y</content>
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    <title>Well...</title>
    <published>2004-06-04T06:20:29Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-04T06:20:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dir en grey - Erode</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm feeling kind of... lonely and... a bad person... because of the inevitable. &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to do it, but I want to, at the same time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; I am Jack's complete lack of surprise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm just going to fill out a survey that's been going around. But hey, A-Kon 15 tomorrow, right? That'll be great... I'll get to see all of my lovely friends and be in complete bliss for three days... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll have to come home... and deal with... everything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;|| BASICS ||&lt;br /&gt;What do you call yourself?&lt;/b&gt; audrey. Depending on who you ask, I get called various things by various people. Auau, Auddie-chan, Muumuu, Silver Rabbit, Häschen, Syphilis Girl, audrey pot-pie, aichuu, etc, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age?&lt;/b&gt; 15. :\ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gender?&lt;/b&gt; The kind that bleeds every month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Birthday?&lt;/b&gt; 28 August 1988.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Orientation?&lt;/b&gt; Marching down the middle of the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Birthplace?&lt;/b&gt; Baton Rouge. &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blood type?&lt;/b&gt; A positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Family?&lt;/b&gt; Mother, father, older sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pets?&lt;/b&gt; Pupper (toy poodle), Tom (stray turtle), and various amounts of fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No one cares what your religion is, so we won't ask.&lt;/b&gt; Well, I'm glad such an important topic gets the recognition it deserves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;|| SOCIAL ||&lt;br /&gt;Got many friends?&lt;/b&gt; Many, but few very close ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When was the last time you lied?&lt;/b&gt; Today. And I really didn't mean to. It just came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many numbers are in your address book?&lt;/b&gt; HOLY SHIT THANK YOU FOR REMINDING ME. I need to find that sucker before I leave tomorrow. And I don't know. A lot? I've been keeping numbers in it since middle school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's the last thing a friend said to you?&lt;/b&gt; I can't remember. I closed all the conversation windows when I signed off AIM. All I remember is "I am Jack's complete lack of surprise.", said by Sean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Got a crush/'Interested' in anyone?&lt;/b&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marital status?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_phantasmagorion' lj:user='phantasmagorion' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://phantasmagorion.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://phantasmagorion.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;phantasmagorion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What qualities do you find admirable in others?&lt;/b&gt; Strength, honor, maturity, independence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;|| PERSONALITY ||&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you have any personality disorders?&lt;/b&gt; I'm extremely eccentric and/or idiosyncratic. Medically, I have severe clinical depression and slight bi-polar disorder. Also, I'll pick at my scalp or my face until it bleeds, and I'm told this is known as &lt;b&gt;Compulsive Skin Picking Disorder&lt;/b&gt; but I've yet to actually care. :\ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Any strange habits?&lt;/b&gt; CSPD, I suppose, would be one. I'm known to say random things out of context, such as "chuu" with various tonal changes, or "Titty biscuits!" I also flail a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If your personality had a color, what would it be?&lt;/b&gt; bLacK lYKe maI sOu-- Uh. I don't know. Burgundy, probably. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you think are your greatest strengths?&lt;/b&gt; ... I don't think I have any. I plan to work on this though. A secret ambition of mine (not so secret now, I suppose, but not like anyone's reading this) is to become extremely strong and independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where do you feel your weaknesses lie?&lt;/b&gt; I'm often overly cynical of things, even in jest, and it seems to put off some people. Also, I'm very weak and I tend to have a disability for compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zodiac signs, Chinese and Greek? Do you believe in that stuff?&lt;/b&gt; Dragon and Virgo, respectively. It's interesting how some of the characteristics and so on are correct, but for the most part, I don't put much stock in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;|| APPEARANCE ||&lt;br /&gt;Eye color?&lt;/b&gt; Dark brown. I would normally put black in this space, but I'm told there is no such thing as black eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hair color?&lt;/b&gt; Black-brown with faded purple (most of the color's gone; the bleaching is showing through) streaks. My hair used to be incredibly black, to the point of shining blue in the light. But, alas, sun, styling tools, and other enemies of beautiful hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ethnicity?&lt;/b&gt; Chink. :\ (aZn pRYde111!oen1 hOmeTOwn cHYna~`!1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Any distinctive markings or physical traits?&lt;/b&gt; I have various fading scars on my arms, a scar on my knee from falling off my bike as a kid, and a scar on my forehead from it getting sliced open in the car as a baby. Also, I'm fat. (. _ .)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you wear glasses? How about contacts?&lt;/b&gt; I'll wear glasses if I'm too lazy to put my contacts in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ever dyed or bleached your hair odd colors?&lt;/b&gt; Not really odd... Red streaks, purple streaks. I want to streak my hair radioactive purple. That's my next trip to the salon. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hair style?&lt;/b&gt; A few inches longer than shoulder-length, with lots of layers. If I straighten it, it tends to curl inwards, otherwise it curls outwards and is very unflattering. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Face shape?&lt;/b&gt; Round...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Got any piercings?&lt;/b&gt; No... not even my ears. I want a lip piercing badly, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Got any tattoos?&lt;/b&gt; I toyed with the idea of getting a scorpion spanning my back in the far-off future one day, but I dropped it for several reasons. 1) I don't like the permanence of tattoos, 2) It would be a bitch to tattoo on and would definitely take a few sessions, 3) It'd be expensive as all hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Style of dress?&lt;/b&gt; I wear clothes...... I rarely wear things out of the ordinary unless it's a special event. It's too much trouble. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jewelry that is worn on a regular basis?&lt;/b&gt; Black jelly bracelets. I can't even take them off anymore... I used to wear this necklace that Jon Lee bought me when he visited Europe, but I don't know why I just stopped one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;|| FAVORITES ||&lt;br /&gt;Person?&lt;/b&gt; Uh... I'm not going to incriminate myself. As always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Food?&lt;/b&gt; I love food. In general. I really like pasta, ice cream, unagi, ramen, curry, anything with cheese, and bacon. :D:D:D Fun fact: I ate a pound of bacon by myself when I was five years old. And I could've eaten more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Book?&lt;/b&gt; I don't know... maybe &lt;u&gt;Confessions Of A Wallflower&lt;/u&gt;. I forgot the author. &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Band?&lt;/b&gt; Dir en grey, first and foremost. They are without a doubt the hugest influence in my life. I also like Gackt, Malice Mizer, Duel Jewel, Camino, deadman, Silver Ash, The Mars Volta, MUCC, System of a Down, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Tiamat, X-Japan, and okay, Metallica's pretty cool. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song?&lt;/b&gt; WA-O-WA-O-WA!!! (Uh, in all seriousness, "Seki-Ray (Rebirth ver.)" by Gackt, though it varies.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Animal?&lt;/b&gt; I pretty much like all animals. I love puppies, and recently I've become more loving of kitties, too. I like turtles, too, coming from a turtle-crazy mother. And rabbits, seeing as how I am one, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Object?&lt;/b&gt; My laptop. Yesh. Also, my guitar (although I'm not nearly as attached to this guitar as I will be to one I pick out and buy with my own money...) and piano. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smell?&lt;/b&gt; Jasmine, rose, green tea, spearmint, chai lattes, fresh coffee (I hate drinking it, though), mens' cologne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sight?&lt;/b&gt; Before a storm, when everything is dark and forbidding. Also, I like how it looks at night, walking underneath streetlights. And there's nothing quite like looking out of the airplane at 3:00 a.m. in the morning and seeing rows of brightly colored lights and thinking, "Taiwan. I'm back home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feeling?&lt;/b&gt; Being loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word?&lt;/b&gt; Mannschaft. Pronounced man-shaft. German for... 'team'. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;|| ODD ||&lt;br /&gt;Ever seen or otherwise experienced a ghost?&lt;/b&gt; Mmhmm. There are three (four?) ghosts in my home, actually. A little girl in my room, a teenage boy in the master bedroom, and a Shadow(s?) that lurks about the house randomly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ever seen or experienced psychic phenomena?&lt;/b&gt; Not counting prophetic dreams, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If your life was a video game, who would the boss be?&lt;/b&gt; The part of myself that I hate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you talk to inanimate objects? Have they ever talked back?&lt;/b&gt; Well, does Tom count as an inanimate object? The damn thing moves so little, algae grows on his shell. Okay, okay, uh... I talk to my laptop sometimes, and for a while, I talked to my panda beanie baby, Pandy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever accidentally kicked yourself?&lt;/b&gt; ... No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's your favorite kitchen appliance?&lt;/b&gt; The microwave. It asks for so little. A few presses of a button, make sure the door's closed so you don't get radiation poisoning, and everything's nice and hot for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's your opinion on lamps?&lt;/b&gt; I think what you meant to ask is what's my opinion of YU0R M0M L0LZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who's the hottest member of your immediate family?&lt;/b&gt; My sister. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's your favorite flavor of condom?&lt;/b&gt; ... I sat here for five minutes and tried to think of an answer to that. There is none. Go die. Now. kthxbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;|| END ||&lt;br /&gt;Does this survey rule, or what?&lt;/b&gt; If you love it so much, why don't you marry it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What time is it?&lt;/b&gt; 1:17 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's your favorite ending to a story?&lt;/b&gt; Something horribly ironic, disturbing, or just plain sadistic. ...I guess happy endings are okay, too. They never work out like that, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where do you think you'll end up?&lt;/b&gt; I have no idea. For a while, I truly believed I would be able to make it with my music. But, I don't know anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does the football term 'tight end' make you giggle?&lt;/b&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Any last words?&lt;/b&gt; I didn't get Spaghetti-Os. I got spaghetti. I want the press to know this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That took far too much time. Okay, I'm going to go take a shower, pack, and... uh... stuff. You know. A-Kon tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- aU:D_+_re'y</content>
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    <title>uhhh...</title>
    <published>2004-06-02T18:57:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-02T18:57:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>emmuree - rakuen</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Since everyone else is already posting theirs up, and I don't want someone to miss mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Kon information:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be leaving Friday morning, and I'll get to A-Kon at maybe... 2:00 ish? &lt;br /&gt;I don't have a cellphone, but I'll probably be carrying my mom's around with me. &lt;br /&gt;For those interested, I'll e-mail the number to you. Just ask for me in the chance that my mom picks up. x.x;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rooming with teh Fish and I don't know what room yet, but if you feel the need to know, I'll let you know at the con. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... yeah. If you can't get through to me on the cell, just look for a poorly-constructed Shinya hobblin' around with a Cage-era Diru group. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes, and Hai... are Jesse and/or Chris going to A-Kon? O_O If so, I must make plans for the initial kidnapping and then subsequent dragging around the con. XD; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse + Chris = mmm mmm good. X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of my friends not going, I'll be back late Sunday, early Monday. And I'm sorry you can't go... ;.; (Especially you, LeiLei &amp;gt;_&amp;lt; &amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm off to finish getting ready. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- aU:D_+_re'y</content>
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    <title>hmmmm</title>
    <published>2004-06-02T07:33:23Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-02T07:33:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Recently I attended the dedication ceremony for the new Korean War Memorial. To say the least, it was an experience I’ll carry with me for the rest of my life. The memory now forever burned into my thoughts is not that of the speeches made by hollow politicians, nor is it that of the pretty rows of old veterans fortunate enough to donate money to the construction of the memorial. Outside the politics and the economics of the memorial, I saw something else…Something that shook me from my foundation. What I saw was simply a human being, just like you or I, but somehow fundamentally different from you and I. This man was a veteran, and a proud one to boot. Talking to another fellow navy man, the first thing he asked upon seeing me was, “So what branch are you?” I kindly informed him that I was not old enough to be in the military, which was quickly followed by his asking, “So what branch are you going into?” His persistent belief that every young man in this country was without question going to join the military was quite surprising. Although a bit unsettled by his questioning, I decided to stay around and listen to what he had to say. Perhaps I felt a bit left out when he and his navy buddy started continuing their conversation, because before I knew what I was doing I had asked the man when he served. “’69,” he told me. “I was a corpsman, attached to the first marine division.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “Were you drafted?” I ventured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nope. As soon as I received my draft notice I went down and joined the navy, so I wouldn’t have to go to Vietnam. They told me since I’d already gotten my draft notice; the only way I could enlist in the navy was as a corpsman. Hell, I didn’t even know what a corpsman was, so I agreed. It was ‘1, 2, 3, 4, you’re in the Marine Corps, and that was that.’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those unfamiliar, a corpsman is the marine version of a medic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked me where I was from. I responded, “Well, I was born in Brooklyn, but I’ve lived down here my whole life.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “Brooklyn…” he laughed. “Half my boot camp was from Brooklyn. The other half was from Manhattan.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both laughed a little bit at that, and then he continued on about his old navy buddies. With a smile still on his face he informed me, “{insert name here} was the only one that didn’t come back….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say anything. Then he brought up another of his friend’s names. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He was killed 3 days after returning home.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Somebody just drove by and shot him. He had a silver star. I won a silver star for him. He got it for saving me…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this a little tear came to his eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“God, after 35 years you’d think you’d be able to talk about this.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what else to do, I told him, “It’s alright, I understand how this must be very difficult for you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked up and, after a slight hesitation told me, “I don’t think anyone could understand what it’s like…lyin’ there with your throat cut open…stomach cut open, guts hangin’ out…three gunshot wounds in you…”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all this, his gaze drifted away, and I became aware that he was talking to himself, not to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I muttered a pathetic little, “wow…” he gave a visible start. He had actually forgotten that I was there. However, after he jumped at my voice, he gazed away again, and once again I became invisible. After several seconds, he hung his head very slightly, and began to cry. He put on a pair of very large sunglasses to hide his tears from anyone who might see them. As I was standing there, bewildered that this grown man was bawling in front of my eyes, there was an ear-shattering explosion, and a very loud report. The man ducked down a little. I jumped completely off the ledge I was standing on. All the people in the crowd below us started running away. It soon became clear though, that this was just the U.S.S. Kidd, firing its cannons as part of the ceremony. We had all regained our composure by the second time the Kidd fired, and I had climbed back up onto the ledge with the Vietnam Vet. He just laughed a little, sad laugh and said, “And that’s how you duck when you have incoming fire…” When the Kidd was done blasting the hell out of the air, a group of veterans offered a 21-gun salute. With each volley of fire, with each successive crack of the old rifles, I understood, for a very brief second, what war was like. My heart was still pounding, I had just had the sensation of being under fire (or so I had thought), and it gave me quite an insight of what a soldier must go through. It was very possibly the worst I have ever felt in my 16 years of life. Only one other feeling could contest it, but that is not relevant to this story. When the firing was done, cannons, rifles, and all, the man wiped a tear from his eye, beneath his large sunglasses, and started walking away. I didn’t want him to leave, I wanted to try and help, but all I could muster to say was “Nice to meet you, sir…” He looked around at me, apparently bewildered that I was still there, and offered a confused, “nice to meet you too, kid.” And with that he was gone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the rest of the day thinking about him. This was the most disturbed I have ever seen any human being be. I did not think psychological damage could be that intense. To me, it was a wonder he was still alive. Given his situation, I would have taken my own life the first chance I got. What was even more astounding was that he was out, in public, not simply huddled in a dark corner of his house, lamenting existence. I couldn’t help thinking, is it any wonder that so many veterans turned to alcohol? Is it really so surprising that when the army cracked down on pot, so many soldiers turned to heroin? The fact that this man had gone through what he had, was still alive, and was sober, was more than enough proof for me to make the judgment that this was the strongest man I had ever met or even seen in my life. This was the product of an unpopular war. This is what happens to people who give life and limb for country when the country isn’t sure whether or not they want them to. How many more men like this one will the war on terror produce? Or perhaps, how many men will be produced who are not quite so strong? Who, for some reason or another, can’t handle it? How many drug-addicts, alcoholics, psychotics, and suicides will we owe to our new wars? Only time will tell, but in my opinion, one is too many."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was written by Dylan, who plans to send it to the White House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was really awesome and felt the need to post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- aU:D_+_re'y</content>
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    <title>exit light, enter night</title>
    <published>2004-06-02T04:03:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-02T04:03:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Metallica - Enter Sandman</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Guess who's done with Shinya, bitches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Well, certainly not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a procrastinator. -__-; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need to do is make the collar though, and THEN I shall be done! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although... the sleeves are very tight. &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiiiiiiish... ;-; I told my mom to call your dad and she was all, "Bleeeah, I'll call in a minute." and then she didn't and ended up calling at like 8:00 or something and she couldn't reach him on either number, so she left a message on his cell. ._.; I wonder if we should just take care of this whole booking-hotel business ourselves... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh... I'm going to finish the collar, I think. &lt;br /&gt;I'm angry right now and sewing always seems to calm me down. &lt;br /&gt;There's something inherently therapeutic about stabbing a needle into fabric repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- aU:D_+_re'y</content>
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    <title>chuu</title>
    <published>2004-06-01T21:37:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-01T21:37:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I DO NOT UNDERSTAND&lt;br /&gt;1. The world.&lt;br /&gt;2. Irrational numbers. &lt;br /&gt;3. Why nail polish takes less time to dry when you're not staring daggers at it, willing it to dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I AM WEARING RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;1. Green Adidas shorts&lt;br /&gt;2. Black tank-top&lt;br /&gt;3. Glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS ON MY DESK&lt;br /&gt;1. Diet Dr. Pepper can.&lt;br /&gt;2. Spool of white thread.&lt;br /&gt;3. Unlit candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I WANT TO DO BEFORE I DIE&lt;br /&gt;1. See Gackt and/or Dir en grey live in concert.&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn how to sword-dance.&lt;br /&gt;3. Be fluent in another language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF MY HERITAGE&lt;br /&gt;1. Chinese&lt;br /&gt;2. Chink&lt;br /&gt;3. Azn (I couldn't think of another one! I'm sorry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I LIKE ABOUT MY BODY&lt;br /&gt;1. Lips.&lt;br /&gt;2. Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Upper body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I DO NOT LIKE ABOUT MY BODY&lt;br /&gt;1. Ass.&lt;br /&gt;2. Thighs.&lt;br /&gt;3. Calves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS MOST PEOPLE DO NOT KNOW ABOUT ME&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm extremely submissive.&lt;br /&gt;2. I really, really, REALLY like ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;3. I saw the devil once, when I was 7 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I SAY THE MOST&lt;br /&gt;1. Mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;2. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;3. Chuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES I WANT TO GO&lt;br /&gt;1. Japan.&lt;br /&gt;2. Europe.&lt;br /&gt;3. Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NAMES THAT I GO BY&lt;br /&gt;1. audrey, Auau, Auddie-chan.  &lt;br /&gt;2. Muumuu.&lt;br /&gt;3. Silver Rabbit, Häschen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the sleeves!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- aU:D_+_re'y</content>
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    <title>bah</title>
    <published>2004-06-01T21:16:31Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-01T21:16:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Duel Jewel - Sp. 1 [Suns of Sanctuary]</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I deleted those entries from last night. You all are right. It's not worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finishing up Shinya right now... with NAVY thread. Why, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I ran out of black thread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. TWO days before A-Kon, I run out of black thread. Oh why oh why oh why. I was at Wal-Mart yesterday (Hancock Fabrics was closed) and I perused the thread display, wondering, "Should I buy an extra spool just in case? Nah..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. Karma? Maybe. I must've deprived someone else of black thread a long time ago, maybe in a past life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm hand-sewing the sleeves now because I'm not skilled enough with a sewing machine to attempt machine-sewing them. e.e &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Fish, when I woke up this morning, me mum was gone, but I'll give her teh numbers when she gets home. Ehhhh... though... what's your dad's name? o___o; My mom likes knowing people's names before she calls them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- aU:D_+_re'y</content>
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    <title>kyo_no_miko @ 2004-05-31T00:07:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-31T05:23:17Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-31T05:38:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Metallica - [Anesthesia]-Pulling Teeth</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; goddamn fatass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; ;.;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; not you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; chester &lt;i&gt;[Sean's stepfather]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; he's like that pokemon that falls asleep in paths and shit, and you have to play some goddamned flute to get his ass to move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; SNORLAX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; AHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; CHESTER IS A SNORLAX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; AND HE SHOULD BE SHOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; i need one of those flutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; roflmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; so i can get him to move out of the den when i need to sneak out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; You just called your stepfather a Snorlax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; he is a snorlax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; have you seen him?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; He's a fucking Snorlax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Yes, and &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been hit on by him, also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; yeah... yeah, I'm sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; he does that to all the girls that I'm friends with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Don't worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; I found it more amusing than anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; it's terrible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; everytime he sees caila he gets all flustered and nervous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; I almost snapped his neck once when he said something about courtnee or caila, i can't remember which&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; something really... chester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; about their 'buns' or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Ewwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Buns. :&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; why does the emoticon have a moustache?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; It's not a moustache!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; It is a very sad face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; SAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; moustache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; look at it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; he's Italian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; moustache = Italian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; XO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; FALSO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; he reeks of garlic and wants to make me a pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; He wants to make you NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Perhaps fix your plumbing and embezzle some of your money, but NONE OF THAT MAKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; if he was sicilian he'd make me a pizza &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; and if he hailed from the Sards he'd kidnap me and demand a ransom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dylan:&lt;/b&gt; right. sorry. quick change of subject then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dylan:&lt;/b&gt; babies. i hate them. lets go kill those bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dylan:&lt;/b&gt; its like, they think they're better than us or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; I know, with their waaah waaah, I can't fend for myself, get me things attitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dylan:&lt;/b&gt; have you seen how disproportioned their heads are to their bodies!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dylan:&lt;/b&gt; it just makes me sick....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; I KNOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; It's like, GET PLASTIC SURGERY YOU FREAKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dylan:&lt;/b&gt; hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dylan:&lt;/b&gt; well i think i've found a solution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dylan:&lt;/b&gt; i was in the back of the olive garden, digging through the trash because i cant afford to pay for a meal, when i found the thing they use to make pasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Why would they throw that out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dylan:&lt;/b&gt; you stick a clump of dough in the top, then turn a crank, and long strips of dough come out the side, as pasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dylan:&lt;/b&gt; long story, i think it had herpes or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; I know what it is. But why would-- oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dylan:&lt;/b&gt; but anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dylan:&lt;/b&gt; i've run a couple coyotes through to make sure it works, and boy does it ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Let's get some babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dylan:&lt;/b&gt; well i was thinking, we could just make a really big one, then throw every single baby in the world into it and just be done with them for good. as well as solve world hunger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Broiled fetus is best served over a bed of rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dylan:&lt;/b&gt; you would know that, wouldnt you? you fetus-eating chinaman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Hey, hey, hey, you wanna fight? You damn Mexican.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dylan:&lt;/b&gt; just because i speak mexican at work, doesnt make me.....well damn, i guess i'm pretty mexican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Damn straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; the point is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; that i could use a cup of good coffee and some hot pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; I ate all the pizza, but we have good coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; something tells me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; if i showed up at your house at this time of night for pizza and coffee your folks would be less than pleased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; You are correct, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; dear, I am always correct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; unless i happen to be incorrect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; in which case, said statement is negated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Then we kill whatever happened to make you incorrect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean:&lt;/b&gt; that too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- aU:D_ _re'y</content>
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    <title>O_O</title>
    <published>2004-05-30T23:57:02Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-30T23:57:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Maroon 5 - This Love</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/B/blondelikeme/1071704542_uresaudrey.jpg" border="0" alt="YOU ARE AUDREY HEPBURN"&gt;&lt;br&gt;WORSHIP! You're inner Bombshell is the beautiful&lt;br&gt;Audrey Hepburn. Like her you've been blessed&lt;br&gt;with a "certain something" that no&lt;br&gt;one could describe accurately. You are more&lt;br&gt;reserved than other bombshells, and that shows&lt;br&gt;in your gentle, graceful nature. You like doing&lt;br&gt;things for other people and love volunteering&lt;br&gt;for your favorite charity. Yours is a rare gift&lt;br&gt;in this day and age. You don't need to show a&lt;br&gt;lot of skin to be sexy, all you need is your&lt;br&gt;eyes. To see Audrey at the top of her game&lt;br&gt;watch the movie "Breakfast at&lt;br&gt;Tiffanys".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/blondelikeme/quizzes/Who%20is%20your%20%20inner%20bombshell%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Who is your  inner bombshell?&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;&lt;br /&gt;That's ironic, considering my mom named me after Audrey Hepburn. O_O;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- aU:D_+_re'y</content>
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    <title>sad bread</title>
    <published>2004-05-30T23:40:20Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-30T23:40:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Schwarz Stein - Rise to Heaven</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; o(._____.)o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Karu:&lt;/b&gt; What is that? It looks like a sad loaf of bread with bubbles coming out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Karu:&lt;/b&gt; I hope you don't really look like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; ....Well, -you'll- never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Karu:&lt;/b&gt; AUDREY WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT BEING A SAD LOAF OF BREAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Maybe I'll just sit here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Until someone slices a piece of me off to make a sandwich with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Then I'll have to compete with the other Sad Retarded Loaves of Bread in the Afterlife Special Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Karu:&lt;/b&gt; That tampon selector is really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Karu:&lt;/b&gt; It's like a great game. I play it all the time to see what cool tampons I'll get next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Karu:&lt;/b&gt; XDDDDDDDD What, you haven't tried filling out different answers to see what you get??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; No, and I can't believe I just saw the words, "That tampon selector is really fun." on my screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Karu:&lt;/b&gt; ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; ...No, really, I can't -- oh. This is pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Karu:&lt;/b&gt; ROFLMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Karu:&lt;/b&gt; I TOLD YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tampax.com"&gt;http://www.tampax.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play the hit new sensation sweeping the internet! And remember to check out BeingGirl.com, because being a girl rocks! LOLZ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- aU:D_+_re'y</content>
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    <title>meh</title>
    <published>2004-05-30T05:01:01Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-30T05:01:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Janne da Arc - Resistance</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; AUDREY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; I KNOW HOW YOU CAN FIX THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; HAVE YOU SEEN THAT STARBUCKS COMMERCIAL?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; WITH THE GUY THAT SINGS?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; HOW CAN YOU COMPARE THIS TO A STARBUCKS COMMERCIAL?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; No, no listen! You know that commercial?! Right!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; NO I DON'T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;gt;_&amp;lt; DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; My plans ruined! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; :( X 8682247991233&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; No, explain your idea to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; Well, I'd walk around behind you singing "Audrey! AUDREY AUDREY AUDREY~!! AUD-REY, Auuuudrey!!!" and the drums would be all crazy and there'd be music and then I'd continue "Audrey's the woman!! Goin' to work! Hopes to be, one day, SUPERVISOR!" but yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; It was gonna be a joke.. to lighten things up... eh... doesn't really make sense unless you've seen the commercial. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; I thought you actually had a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, can I room with anyone at A-Kon, or does anyone want to split a room with me? ._. I really need a room, but I can't afford one by myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- aU:D_+_re'y</content>
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    <title>man...</title>
    <published>2004-05-29T22:26:06Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-29T22:26:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Silver Ash - Neverend</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I took a break from Shinya... ara... =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... who's friends with &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_crazymaxwell' lj:user='crazymaxwell' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://crazymaxwell.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://crazymaxwell.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;crazymaxwell&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Whoever this guy is, he's a total loser, and I say that with absolutely no reference towards my past experience with him. I noticed him quite a while before we ever came into contact and I deemed him to be a total waste of my time and Friends' page space. Simple simple, right? But I troll his journal every now and then, as I troll several other people's journals, and this guy's just too fucked for words. It would be amusing were he not such an arrogant sack of shit. All his arguments are lackluster and unintelligent, as are most of his faithful little lackeys, otherwise known as ElJay Friends. He claims not to copy Maddox, but it's almost pitiful how he just magically &lt;i&gt;seems&lt;/i&gt; to pick up Maddox's mannerisms and way of speaking, right down to the whole "arr, i'm a pirate" persona. The only difference is Maddox is funny; Max is just a whiny little bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I felt the need to get that rambly, incoherent, horribly versed paragraph out because he's an asshole and I sincerely hope I don't bump into him at A-Kon, because I may be forced to lay the smackdown on his bitch-ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight up, y0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- aU:D_+_re'y</content>
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    <title>koo koo</title>
    <published>2004-05-29T05:37:06Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-29T05:37:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Gackt - Mizerable</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My mom's going out of town for two days. To a wedddddding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the rest of my Shinya fabric today. Apparently Hancock Fabrics is having a summer saaaaale. O.O I shall have to go back and buy up some of their clearance fabric and save it for future use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished mending some of my mom's pants. I should clean up my crap and go to bed. For I am very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was just an update because I felt obligated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; I. am. go. ing. to. build. a. mo. to. r. cy. cl. ye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; Build. it. with. me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Why. are. you. typing. like. this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; We. use. dead. kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; Makes. cycle. soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; You. didn't. answer. my. question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; I. don't. know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- aU:D_+_re'y</content>
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    <title>now i feel sick</title>
    <published>2004-05-28T06:03:21Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-28T06:03:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Gackt - Mirror</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; I have poor genital self-image, says the health channel. o.O`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Genital?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; And there are 10-15 calories in semen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; I knew that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; I didn't know that. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Apparently it's loaded with sugars and salts (knew that already too). And lessee.... It's insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; Arrgh what the hell am I talking about. &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; "When I give oral sex, you know. It's gonna be good. I'm gonna give it my all, 100%" XDDD ROFL WTF THESE PEOPLE WHY?! They're all like "SEXSEXSEX MMMMMMMMMMMMM!!" And I'm like "nooo!! i dun wanna baby ;_;" and they're like "SEXSEXMMM HAVE A BABY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Ashley...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; You're making no sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; My genitals are more hygenic than the saliva in my mouth? Maybe my mouth should trade places with my genitals. So if I drop food in my lap, it'll be okay. OMG, it would be totally normal to have food on my pants. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Yeah, that... that made less sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; No, it makes more sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; THINK ABOUT IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; Food + Pants (in crotch-mouth world) = Okay. Because you could be like "Don't worry about it, I just ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; It would be okay to wear underwear on your head! O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; ASHLEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; WHAT THE HELL?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; THINK, WOMAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; ...Go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; No, audrey, just. GrreerFF.fdsef &amp;gt;_&amp;lt; IMMA GET A FACE TRANSPLANT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; ITS POSSIBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Ashley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; THEY SAY THAT THEY'VE FIGURED OUT A WAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; No, they haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; You're hallucinating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; WATCH THE COMMERCIAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; WATCH IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; ...No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; There's no commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; There's no TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; There's no transplant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; There's only the matrix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; And the Matrix is telling you to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; They said "If you get in an incident that disfigures your face, then you could get a face transplant. Tune in to the matrix at 8 pm tomorrow night to find out abouyt the new scienific breakthgougghs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; WAIT NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; NOT THE MATRIX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; AGGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; I told you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Just go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; It'll be better in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; No, I'm fine I'm puttling an allnighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; You can't even spell that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; I'm pulling an alligator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; ....Yes, Ashley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; You're pulling an alligator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; And you're pulling it to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; OW IT BIT ME!! &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; And I mean you're pulling it to bed in a completely platonic sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; No alligator sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Alligator semen probably has more calories than human semen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; I don't wanna eat too many calories, I might go over the 2,000 calorie limit I have on my diet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- aU:D_+_re'y</content>
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    <title>well...</title>
    <published>2004-05-28T04:34:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-28T04:34:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tiamat - Too Far Gone</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Oh, har dee har har. It seems Silver Ash WON'T be performing at PMX due to visa problems. &lt;br /&gt;I love Silver Ash and all dearly, but you know, you only take so many 'complications' before going, "Well, hell." &lt;br /&gt;And I mean that. Not "Well, heaven." or even "Well, purgatory."&lt;br /&gt;You go, "Well, hell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I already reserved a copy of OUT OF CONTROL. Hai, I hope you have a dandy, jolly good time at PMX, okay? &amp;lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was crying earlier today and feeling generally emo and shitty, but fuck it now. It's too much trouble to be angsty all the time and while I'm touched that you all cared enough to IM me every once in a while, my 'problems' don't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I acidentally lit my trashcan on fire again today. I'm losing my touch. :\ Usually, I end up setting off the fire alarm or causing massive amounts of smoke. I threw the remnants of my Dr. Pepper on the budding flames far too soon.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I've been doing this shiznat since I was 8, yo. Acidentally lighting trashcans on fire... that's me. Can I get a w00t w00t? No? ._. Okay then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- aU:D_+_re'y</content>
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    <title>well...</title>
    <published>2004-05-27T03:04:00Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-27T03:04:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Yuki Hsu - I Am A Girl (Chinese ver.)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I fixed my locket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley's still being a fucktard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just bought three DVDs on eBay. It was a lot and only $32.99, so it's a pretty good deal. I got &lt;u&gt;Versus&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Suicide Circle&lt;/u&gt;, and &lt;u&gt;Battle Royale Special Edition&lt;/u&gt;, which technically makes it 4 DVDs, but I don't really count the BR second disc a DVD. :\ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's finally been proven. When I'm in a horrible mood, I go and buy things on eBay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I got my report card today. Not so good. None of my grades moved, but that's not a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;Chemistry I - Honors &lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish II &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano III &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algebra II - Honors &lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free Enterprise &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English II &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoga II &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. My mom's angry. Even weighted, that's only a 3.7. She might send me to summer school. Bleh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- aU:D_+_re'y</content>
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    <title>here's a secret for you</title>
    <published>2004-05-27T02:12:10Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-27T02:13:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Cocco</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Secret In My Sock&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a blade, &lt;br /&gt;I decorate the white flower,&lt;br /&gt;With a smile, &lt;br /&gt;Singing lalala a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream, &lt;br /&gt;But I forgot to run, &lt;br /&gt;Glaring quickly, at that key hung round that neck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smart children knew everything, &lt;br /&gt;About how to make people love them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the razor blade remains hidden in my sock,&lt;br /&gt;As I hold you, smiling&lt;br /&gt;The shadow cast down by the setting sun is painted red. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Evil" won't be tolerated, &lt;br /&gt;Continue to respect "good",&lt;br /&gt;Swallow the fib right and proper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I looked up to the sky, reaching up with my little palms, I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the tears remain hidden in my sock, &lt;br /&gt;"Come and pick me up" I whispered, &lt;br /&gt;I don't need anything else from you, &lt;br /&gt;My depised papa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the razor blade remains hidden in my sock, &lt;br /&gt;As I hold you, smiling&lt;br /&gt;The shadow cast down by the setting sun is painted red. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even had a pistol. A cutter, a knife, I had everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kutsushita no Himitsu&lt;/i&gt; by Cocco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- aU:D_+_re'y</content>
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