update from sparkleup

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                 <h1>Zk | Woo, huzzah, and all that jazz.</h1>
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-                <p>Lookie, an LJ. :o</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Lookie, an LJ. :o</p>
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                 <h1>Zk | Alright..</h1>
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-                <p>Now that the initial elation is over, I'll actually write something.  I don't mean to make this journal very personal, so you probably won't find much about me on here, which is good, 'cause I'm awfully boring.  Most of what I'll post here is code snippets, ideas for projects, and finished projects.  Getting right to the point..</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Now that the initial elation is over, I'll actually write something.  I don't mean to make this journal very personal, so you probably won't find much about me on here, which is good, 'cause I'm awfully boring.  Most of what I'll post here is code snippets, ideas for projects, and finished projects.  Getting right to the point..</p>
 <p><strong>Nanon</strong> - project in progress - http://ranna.bolognia.net/cgi-bin/dirlist.pl/nanoen/
 I have the notes up, and I started a program to display everything all pretty-like, but Louis made me decide to write a formal Grammar for it.  It's currently being done in LaTeX, but I'm kinda rusty at that, so it may be a while.  As for the pretty display program..</p>
 <p><strong>RF!P CM - Content Manager</strong> - idea - no url

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                 <h1>Zk | Quick note...</h1>
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-                <p>Got the LJ pages on my site working, so.. neat.  On the side bar there's a LJ Events section with the subjects from the last 10 as links that lead to the individual entries, along with links to the events page with the last 10 in full and soon links to the calendar and whatever.  Y'know.. copying and such.</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Got the LJ pages on my site working, so.. neat.  On the side bar there's a LJ Events section with the subjects from the last 10 as links that lead to the individual entries, along with links to the events page with the last 10 in full and soon links to the calendar and whatever.  Y'know.. copying and such.</p>
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                 <h1>Zk | Concerning the Content Manager.</h1>
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-                <p>First of all, it needs a good name.  I don't want to just call it 'RF!P Manager' or anything, and I've pretty much exhausted adding 'Fox' to the front of my  project names..  Oh well.  If anyone has any suggestions, feel free to let me know.</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>First of all, it needs a good name.  I don't want to just call it 'RF!P Manager' or anything, and I've pretty much exhausted adding 'Fox' to the front of my  project names..  Oh well.  If anyone has any suggestions, feel free to let me know.</p>
 <p>The actual content managing program would be pretty short; all it would have to do is read in a file containing a list of extensions and the plugin associated with them, then read in the extension file and eval it with either the name of the file or a filehandle passed to it (perhaps open to a scalar filehandle, so you have the filename, too, and don't have to access <code>$ENV{'PATH_INFO'}</code> all the time) along with the CGI handler (add <code>$ENV{'PATH_INFO'}</code> args to CGI params).</p>
 <p>An example url would be ranna.bolognia.net/man/addtable.atm, which is just an html file that requires the user to be logged in to access (Admin::HTML).  The atm file has a form who's action url is /man/addtable.adm, where adm is aliased to the function Admin::Admin which requires a password.  The addtable would create an SQL file with the suffix .asql and link to it.  The extension .asql is aliased to Admin::SQL, which would decide whether to <code>$dbh-&gt;do()</code> or <code>$sth = $dbh-&gt;prepare(); ...</code> it, and require a password in the process.</p>
 <p>/man alone would have a default action to parse (<code>$action = $ENV{'PATH_INFO'} || "/index.html";</code>).  /man/.ext would dump information about the extension 'ext' (a third field in the config file? <code>extension subroutine info-file</code>)</p>

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                 <h1>Zk | Heh. x.x</h1>
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-                <p>Alright, got a name and an image for the content manager: &lt;img alt="DocMan!" src="http://ranna.bolognia.net/images/docman.png"/</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Alright, got a name and an image for the content manager: &lt;img alt="DocMan!" src="http://ranna.bolognia.net/images/docman.png"/</p>
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                 <h1>Zk | Another type for DocMan.</h1>
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-                <p>.ctex LaTeX::2HTML latex2html.nfo</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>.ctex LaTeX::2HTML latex2html.nfo</p>
 <p>Actually the name of a dir with the compiled (to html) latex files in it.  Pretties them up a bit and iterates the links nicely (up, down, previous, next)</p>
 <p>Perhaps I should actually get to to work on DocMan.. before school starts..</p>
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                 <h1>Zk | After reading XML in a Nutshell...</h1>
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-                <p><strong>latex2xml</strong> - project in progress -
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p><strong>latex2xml</strong> - project in progress -
 This should be fairly easy to do, as long as we can figure out how to convert the images.  I downloaded the latex2html source to help me a bit.  Basically, just convert the LaTeX file into xml, and distribute with the package an xslt2html.xsl, xslt2xsl-fo.xsl, and latex2html.css file to deal with these things.  The output from xslt2xsl-fo.xsl can be converted into a PDF, straight TeX (and then to dvi, if that's absolutely necessary), or PS with java on the commandline.  Besides, then DocMan can deal with a better LaTeX converter, without random images popping up.</p>
 <p><strong>RFP.pm redone</strong> - finished project - http://ranna.bolognia.net/available/in-progress/docman/RFP.pm
 Now it has different styles supported: normal (current), minimalist (http://ranna.bolognia.net/minimalist), greenery (http://ranna.bolognia.net/greenery), printable version, text/plain, and application/octet-stream</p>

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                 <h1>Zk | [no subject]</h1>
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-                <p>Anyone know anything about XML::Parser in perl?  Their documentation is.. lacking. c.</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Heh, I just realized that there's a PHP executeable (which makes sense 9.9), so I can add another type.  Also thinking of doing this for other languages.  Not like it's hard or anything</p>
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                 <h1>Zk | Yarr..</h1>
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-                <p>Babylonia's down, probably for the weekend.  Fucky.</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Babylonia's down, probably for the weekend.  Fucky.</p>
 <p>Anyway, got some ideas for indexing my site with graphs using <em>dot</em> or <em>neato</em> (though probably dot, since not all links are bidirectional.  This,  however, would be trivial to fix once the origional graph is made.  Once a file is added or edited, a revision program could be run to put a 'pages that link to this page' section in the document).  Also thinking about adding a Rampancy .dme.</p>
 <p>The Syntax highlighter is coming along fine.  Or.. it was until babylonia went down.  The problem is that I'm using Parse::RecDescent's version of BNF for the syntax files, and that mows right through \n's, so it's turning into a sort of 'tidy' program that indents and spaces everything nicely.  Maybe.  It also works as a validator, either highlighting in red(reversevid()) or not highlighting at all anything that doesn't match a rule.  <a href="http://ranna.bolognia.net/available/in-progress/syn/xml.syn" target="_blank">Here</a>'s a syntax file, even though you won't be able to see until babylonia gets back up.</p>
 <p>I miss Andrew</p>

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+        <title>Zk | Recipe idea, perhaps.</title>
+        <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="/style.css" />
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+                <h1>Zk | Recipe idea, perhaps.</h1>
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+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Back when my mom used to cook chicken for me, even though she didn't eat it, I'd put mild Caesar salad dressing on it as seasoning.  It was pretty damn good, too.  Maybe one day when I'm bored, I could try and make a recipe for it.  Probably sear and steam the chicken in chicken broth with a bit of rosemary and lemon juice or something, then when it's about half cooked, take out some of the broth and add some Caesar dressing.  Turn it off and let it cool a bit, save the sauce, and bake the chicken the rest of the way, then serve it with a thickened version of the sauce.  Or maybe just season the chicken and bake it, making the sauce separately. <em>shrug</em>  Would be good with rice pilaf and potatoes.</p>
+<p>Anyway, whatever.</p>
+<p>Big B is still down.  Screwy</p>
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                 <h1>Zk | Fine. I'll do it too.</h1>
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-                <p>You are <b>42%</b> geek<br/>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>You are <b>42%</b> geek<br/>
 <img align="left" height="170" src="http://www.thudfactor.com/images/geekquiz/boy_25x50.jpg" width="120"/>You are a geek liaison, which means you go both ways. You can hang out with normal people or you can hang out with geeks which means you often have geeks as friends and/or have a job where you have to mediate between geeks and normal people. This is an important role and one of which you should be proud. In fact, you can make a good deal of money as a translator.<br clear="all"/>
 <blockquote>
 <b>Normal:</b> Tell our geek we need him to work this weekend.<br/><br/>

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                 <h1>Zk | Wish List.</h1>
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-                <p>CDs:
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>CDs:
 Alamaailman Vasarat
 Bach - Mass in Bm
 Marcy Playground

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                 <h1>Zk | [no subject]</h1>
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-                <p>Rar.. haven't slept tonight.. miss Shanerak..</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Rar.. haven't slept tonight.. miss Shanerak..</p>
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                 <h1>Zk | Schedule</h1>
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-                <div align="center"><table border="1" width="90%"><tr><th><strong>First Semester</strong></th><th><strong>Second Semester</strong></th></tr><tr><td>American Lit. &amp; Comp.<br/>Roitz</td><td>American Lit. &amp; Comp.<br/>Roitz, Carla</td></tr><tr><td>Issues in Health<br/>Briggs, MaryAnn</td><td>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<div align="center"><table border="1" width="90%"><tr><th><strong>First Semester</strong></th><th><strong>Second Semester</strong></th></tr><tr><td>American Lit. &amp; Comp.<br/>Roitz</td><td>American Lit. &amp; Comp.<br/>Roitz, Carla</td></tr><tr><td>Issues in Health<br/>Briggs, MaryAnn</td><td>
 <em>Free</em></td></tr><tr><td>Music Theory 1<br/>Keller, Jim</td><td><em>Free</em></td></tr><tr><td>Latin 2<br/>Gibert, Lynn</td><td>Latin 2<br/>Gibert, Lynn</td></tr><tr><td>Festival Choir<br/>Revier, Ron</td><td>Festival Choir<br/>Revier, Ron</td></tr><tr><td>Chemistry<br/>Coon, <em>???</em></td><td>Chemistry<br/>Coon, <em>???</em></td></tr><tr><td>Algebra 2<br/>Fick, <em>???</em></td><td>Algebra 2<br/>Fick, <em>???</em></td></tr><tr><td>Regional World History<br/>Carter, <em>???</em></td><td>Regional World History<br/>Carter, <em>???</em></td></tr></table></div
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                 <h1>Zk | Calligraphy</h1>
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-                <p>I'll do your name up all <a href="http://pseudomuck.ath.cx/calligraphy">pretty-like</a> if you ask me nicely</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>I'll do your name up all <a href="http://pseudomuck.ath.cx/calligraphy">pretty-like</a> if you ask me nicely</p>
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                 <h1>Zk | School, another project, and concerts.</h1>
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-                <p>School started.  It sucks.  I hate it.  Except for choir, music theory, and latin.  Aarrr.  Moodswings started up again, so trying to do something about that in health class.  I'm supposed to meditate or relax every day.  I won't post much about my moods, as I think LiveJournal has plenty of that already, but I'll record my progress.</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>School started.  It sucks.  I hate it.  Except for choir, music theory, and latin.  Aarrr.  Moodswings started up again, so trying to do something about that in health class.  I'm supposed to meditate or relax every day.  I won't post much about my moods, as I think LiveJournal has plenty of that already, but I'll record my progress.</p>
 <p><strong>Tree of Life</strong> - project in progress - http://ranna.bolognia.net/cgi-bin/dirlist.pl/available/in-progress/treeoflife
 A project I'm working on with my uncle in NC (I went to Charlotte at the same time as <lj user="whitcomb">, but he forgot, so we didn't get to meet.  Damnit), for a website/server on taxonomy.  Not sure if I'm supposed to be releasing that many details, but it will be a research tool type thing.  Might get a domain for it, or put it on thinkquest or something.</p>
 <p><strong>Concerts:</strong>

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                 <h1>Zk | Because Whitcomb's making me..</h1>
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-                <p>I'm going to discuss my religious views.  If you disagree with them, or are personally offended by them, please don't email me, but leave a comment here.  That at least gives me an option to read them.  If you mail me, I'll delete your mail.  These are my opinions and I'm not asking for yours.</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>I'm going to discuss my religious views.  If you disagree with them, or are personally offended by them, please don't email me, but leave a comment here.  That at least gives me an option to read them.  If you mail me, I'll delete your mail.  These are my opinions and I'm not asking for yours.</p>
 <p>Religion is a good idea implemented in a bad way, especially christianity.  However, I consider myself a christian in an.. abstract sense.  Religion, to me, is a way of getting large amounts of people to do something that you want to do without having to talk to them directly.  The goal of most religions (note the 'most' part) is to get you to be a Good Person according to society by providing a peice of literature, a myth, or some way of communicating your desires in a way that, while people may not believe it, it'll make them think about it.  That's why the bible is contradictory: it has to appeal to all sorts of different people to get them to be Good (my liberal use of capitalization is not an accident).  This is why there are quiet, happy christians, loud and angry christians, and every thing in between.  There are christians who fear God, and there are those who are on a first name basis with him, because either they were imprinted with this philosophy at childhood, or something in the holy writ spoke to them.  The threats, like 'be Good or go to Hell' spoke to some, while other parts, like the promises of heaven or the ideal Love spoke to others.  Religion reaches so many people, too, partially because of the story aspect: the bible may or may not be true, but it's still a story, and has a plot.  Anyway, what I'm getting at is that religion presents a set of ideas for an ideal society.</p>
 <p>The badly implemented part is that the majority of people take religion farther than I find comfortable; pushing the more obscure (and obsolete) Ideas down other people's throats by means of politics, rules, circular arguments, and general overzealousness.  They don't realize that there can be different degrees of faith in their religion and that life will still go on.  Subtle seems to be a difficult concept.  People who can recite bible verses should check to see that they understand them, first. For example, I can recite Romans 1:22 "Professing themselves as wise, they became fools", but I understand what it means: that it is foolish to say that you're smarter than you are, or to show off how smart you are to other people.  Also, people who recite should try to take the verses to heart.  I <b>know</b> that I sometimes show off, but, for the most part, I try not to do it.</p>
 <p>Now days, however, things are starting to shift a bit.  The majority of religious people still tend to be fairly zealous, but more and more people that I meet tend to be reading more into the bible, not as a story, but as a set of ideas put forth by the School of Deuteronomy, the Apostles, and other people who worked on the bible to help promote Goodness, even if it means fighting for Goodness, because Goodness is Good.</p>

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                 <h1>Zk | HBC Update</h1>
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-                <p>On a downswing.</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>On a downswing.</p>
 <p>Very angry.  Parents don't seem to help the stress level, since they tend to whine a lot.  A whole lot.  Sometimes, it feels like home is worse than school, even though I know it's not.  I'll be fine when I get home, then when my mom gets home and does the whole 'parent' thing, things just sorta go downhill.  Today it happened to occur during a dicussion with Andrew, so that sorta.. sucked.</p>
 <p>Sleep may be a factor, too, as I'm on my last bit of energy and it's not really that late.</p>
 <p>Still not sure whether I believe the $297 for a non-stop, round trip plane ticket to Florida over Christmas break.  Especially since I just bought it.  Oh well, now I'm two slips of paper richer</p>

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-                <p>Nice discussion with father figure tonight, no huge swings.  Just did the thinking/meditating thing (I don't know about you, but I have to think things over to clear my mind.  All you people who just go blank or something are either lucky or working too hard) and it didn't really resolve anything.  All I feel from it is tired.</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Nice discussion with father figure tonight, no huge swings.  Just did the thinking/meditating thing (I don't know about you, but I have to think things over to clear my mind.  All you people who just go blank or something are either lucky or working too hard) and it didn't really resolve anything.  All I feel from it is tired.</p>
 <p>Maybe the discussion had to do with the lack of swings (vice versa, too lazy to delete).  Maybe keeping myself occupied helps, though it'd take an awful lot of work to keep myself as occupied as I was tonight.  From overrestrictive parents, to science, to dogs, to math, to books, to music, &amp;c.  Well.. whatever</p>
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-                <p>I wish I could talk to my mom about being a 'stress factor'  A lot of little things she does really get me going.  Anyway, I can tell that the thinking and meditating is helping slightly.  The swings are still severe, but they're more spread out now</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>I wish I could talk to my mom about being a 'stress factor'  A lot of little things she does really get me going.  Anyway, I can tell that the thinking and meditating is helping slightly.  The swings are still severe, but they're more spread out now</p>
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                 <h1>Zk | Rah.</h1>
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-                <p><strong>DocML</strong> - completed project http://ranna.bolognia.net/xml/DocML
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p><strong>DocML</strong> - completed project http://ranna.bolognia.net/xml/DocML
 I rewrote Nanon in this to be more universal than LaTeX (I don't like dvis).  It's like html, but more for writing structured documents.</p>
 <p>Nanon's finished (except for a few small things) too: http://ranna.bolognia.net/nanon/xm</p>
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                 <h1>Zk | For Whitcomb</h1>
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-                <p>A reminder to myself to frequent his L</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>A reminder to myself to frequent his L</p>
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                 <h1>Zk | My first sermon.</h1>
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-                <p><strong>On the milking of Chaos.</strong>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p><strong>On the milking of Chaos.</strong>
 Setting Orange, the 66th day of Bureaucracy in the YOLD 3168</p>
 <p><em>Behold, among a field of chaos, the chao that stands out the most is the one
 that is not there.</em>

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                 <h1>Zk | Hehehehehehe.</h1>
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-                <p>This has got to be one of the world's coolest songs</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>This has got to be one of the world's coolest songs</p>
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                 <h1>Zk | Ru-oar.</h1>
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-                <p>http://www.twotowersprotest.org/
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>http://www.twotowersprotest.org/
 http://www.petitiononline.com/twotower/
 http://www.snopes.com/rumors/cool.ht</p>
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                 <h1>Zk | Heh.</h1>
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-                <p><a href="http://quiz.ravenblack.net/blood.pl?1079750848">Heh.&lt;/a</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p><a href="http://quiz.ravenblack.net/blood.pl?1079750848">Heh.&lt;/a</p>
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                 <h1>Zk | College stuffs.</h1>
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-                <p>Majors:
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Majors:
 <ul>
 <li>Linguistics</li>
 <li>Linguistics &amp; Psychology</li>

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                 <h1>Zk | The Antimelody -and- The Return of the Antimelody</h1>
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-                <p><strong>Revolutionary Spirit @ DCPA: Boettcher Concert Hall - Orchestra2:row O:seats 28 &amp; 29 - Sunday September 22, 2002 at 2:30pm</strong>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p><strong>Revolutionary Spirit @ DCPA: Boettcher Concert Hall - Orchestra2:row O:seats 28 &amp; 29 - Sunday September 22, 2002 at 2:30pm</strong>
 I only really went for the Shosty.  I'm addicted.  Fifth Symphony especially.  Oh well.  I got to see my first bit of Daugherty</p>
 <p>We need a word for him: antimelody (n)  amelodic, amelodious (adj) a theme lacking in melody in the common sense.  Daugherty's music is, as described by my mom, a mish-mash of small themes, mostly harmonic, that sound alright individually, but don't quite fit together as a whole.  His Phillidelphia Stories may have accurately described the city, but I've never been there, and after hearing such a chaotic piece, I'm not entirely sure that I want to.  He has potential, though.  A lot of the themes he explores are kinda catchy and I've caught myself whistling them once or twice.</p>
 <p>The Beethoven was good.  His fourth piano cto., performed by a tall pianist that looked like the director to the Rolling Requiem in Boulder.  He said that the critics would say that he was better at playing the piano than speaking in front of the audience.  He was better at playing the piano than speaking in front of the audience.</p>

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                 <h1>Zk | Oy.</h1>
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-                <p>I think Jack Osbourne is cute.  Too bad he strikes me as an ass.  And he's straight, too, to my knowledge</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>I think Jack Osbourne is cute.  Too bad he strikes me as an ass.  And he's straight, too, to my knowledge</p>
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                 <h1>Zk | Notes for Health Presentation</h1>
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-                <p>http://www.cyberpsych.org/homophobia/
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>http://www.cyberpsych.org/homophobia/
 http://www.now.org/issues/lgbi/stats.html
 http://www.religioustolerance.org/hom_fuel.htm
 http://psychology.ucdavis.edu/rainbow/html/sexual_prejudice.html

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                 <h1>Zk | Moved.</h1>
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-                <p>http://ranna.bolognia.net/bb/viewforum.php?f=</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>http://ranna.bolognia.net/bb/viewforum.php?f=</p>
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                 <h1>Zk | The Origonal Fluff Scare (October 30th, 2000)</h1>
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-                <p>Hehehe.  Old.
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Hehehe.  Old.
 <details text="The log"><summary>The log</summary></p>
 <p></details>
 <pre>

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                 <h1>Zk | Stuffage.</h1>
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-                <p>Well, it's been a long time since I posted in this Dusty Ould
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Well, it's been a long time since I posted in this Dusty Ould
 Thing®, and longer still since I added an actual Journal
 Entry©, but since <lj user="breakfastfox"></lj>™ has prodded me into doing so, I will.<br/>
 <br/>

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                 <h1>Zk | N.B.!</h1>
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-                <p>H.E.R.E.T.I.C.S., Humans Encouraging Righteous Exploration of Tenets In Compact Sects, is letting me do a Discordian thingy on tuesday next week.  On a related note, I got a Cthulhu plush.  On another related note, my <a href="http://ranna.bolognia.net/discord">Qabal's</a> growing more serious.</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>H.E.R.E.T.I.C.S., Humans Encouraging Righteous Exploration of Tenets In Compact Sects, is letting me do a Discordian thingy on tuesday next week.  On a related note, I got a Cthulhu plush.  On another related note, my <a href="http://ranna.bolognia.net/discord">Qabal's</a> growing more serious.</p>
 <p>On a completely different note, <a href="http://ranna.bolognia.net/artlang/nanon">Nanon's</a> getting some work done on it again</p>
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                 <h1>Zk | Yar.  Doom.</h1>
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-                <p>Eheh.  Ehehehe.  Hahaha.  Heh.</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Eheh.  Ehehehe.  Hahaha.  Heh.</p>
 <p>Excuse me.  Anyway, stuff.  Finals are over and done, which is a good thing, and I passed math, which is a Good Thing.  So after that, I slacked off all weekend (though I did have to go to school on friday again.  I feel for  ye, <lj user="breakfastfox"></lj>), and went up to Kelleh's on sunday night.  Had to sleep on the floor, so sleep I didn't, and I'm still paying for that with a sore back.  Goofed around a bunch, though, and generally had a lot of fun.  Met some of Moondog's friends online, and watched a bunch of movies with a couple of lesbians.  The next day, I followed Moondog around, mostly, 'cause she's neat.  She smoked cloves and I tried to stay awake while we talked about Samir and dogs and Fredrick and gay boys and stuff.</p>
 <p>Also, will be dragging someone to OASOS tomorrow.  Will be fun.  No complete sentences. Nor verbs.</p>
 <p>Also also, tomorrow I turn the fateful 18.  Yey, voting, smoking, and porn</p>

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                 <h1>Zk | Hmm.</h1>
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-                <p>Lately, I've found my self liking this one girl (who shall go unnamed for the moment) as well as this one guy (who's name you already know.. if you're me!!two  Ahahaha.. er.. Kory).  Now, this isn't a very big problem for me (well, it was, but I have my ways of justification [the current is "I work on a case by case basis"]), but it might be moreso for some folk around me.  I've been calling myself gay for all of my high school career, and people have all of their own little conceptions about sexuality, and I think this might damage some of those.  It certainly damaged mine for a while.  Anyway, I think I'll just keep publicly obsessing over Kory while having a little private obsession over Ms. Unnamed on the side.</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Lately, I've found my self liking this one girl (who shall go unnamed for the moment) as well as this one guy (who's name you already know.. if you're me!!two  Ahahaha.. er.. Kory).  Now, this isn't a very big problem for me (well, it was, but I have my ways of justification [the current is "I work on a case by case basis"]), but it might be moreso for some folk around me.  I've been calling myself gay for all of my high school career, and people have all of their own little conceptions about sexuality, and I think this might damage some of those.  It certainly damaged mine for a while.  Anyway, I think I'll just keep publicly obsessing over Kory while having a little private obsession over Ms. Unnamed on the side.</p>
 <p>Mind you, due to something freaky, none of this really has to do with sex.  Sex is mighty cool, yes, but recently I've had no desire to actually.. partake in it.  After a  few incidences of people getting rather close to me, I've found that I'm rather.. uh.. well, lets just say that I've fucked myself over for a little bit by doing the online thing for so long and not learning how to interact with people in the Real World(tm).  When a situation starts getting close, I freak out, and that's not exactly wonderful, because not everyone has buried their physical desires under a layer of words ^.^  So, I have little to no desire to make the beast with two backs with Kory, and almost no desire to do the horizontal bop with Ms. No-name.  Maybe I still fit the rei populorum definition of gay</p>
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-                <p>I've become obsessed with this song (Turin Brakes - Full of Stars).  The chorus is absolute bliss with it's perfect fifths in sessy falsetto..  Mmm...  <em>joygasm</em></p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>I've become obsessed with this song (Turin Brakes - Full of Stars).  The chorus is absolute bliss with it's perfect fifths in sessy falsetto..  Mmm...  <em>joygasm</em></p>
 <p>Anyhoo.  At m'dad's now, and actually feeling pretty good about it.  I'm not sure why males have to 'bond', but I guess it's okay, since I'm kinda iffy around my dad unless I spend a good solid hour, at least, around him just shootin' the shit and maybe cooking.  Anyway, he got me a wireless keyboard (which sucks) and wireless mouse (which rocks, and means I can take my tablet to my mom's, where it'll be much appreciated), a little flash memory keychain drive that holds 256megs (amazingly cool), and a new sound system (appreciated).  In other materialistic news, Sibelius 3 came, and is duly wonderful, and my leaf brooch came, and is duly beautiful.</p>
 <p>Other than that, I Cor. 13 in Nanon.</p>
 <p><i>

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                 <h1>Zk | All-Statey goodness!</h1>
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-                <p>Okay, so I returned tuesday and it's saturday night, but it took a while to digest the whole thing.  Anyway, here's a recount of All-State:</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Okay, so I returned tuesday and it's saturday night, but it took a while to digest the whole thing.  Anyway, here's a recount of All-State:</p>
 <p>Sunday:
 Woke up at about ten, the bus left at around 11:45.  The journey up was pretty uneventful, though there was a good deal of singing on the bus.  One choir would be singing about Ezekiel and the wheel, another in hebrew, and a third about the devil.  It was interesting, to say the least.  Anyway, after we got there, we immediately had our second audition, which consisted of singing about ten measures from three of our seven songs.  After that, we went to the hotel and checked in.  There was a two hour rehearsal before dinner, and one after dinner.  The director of the mens' choir was really, Dr. Peter Eklund.  After that, there was a short concert before bed, where I didn't sleep, 'cause Michael Rodgers was so restless.</p>
 <p>Monday:

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                 <h1>Zk | Heh.  HEHEHEHEH.  Hehe..</h1>
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-                <p>By means of explaination, two assignments from my creative writing class.</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>By means of explaination, two assignments from my creative writing class.</p>
 <p>Assignment 1: Creative Imitation.
 He was the white sheep, the one who could be tamed and domesticated, the four of spades of the family.  Was he my favorite aunt?  No.  But he was by far the least attractive, a man who could hold his liquor, his money, and all of the many men who passed through his life.  Among my father's four mothers, he was the farthest in age, so they had grown up together in West Berlin, Dudley and Fendersette, companions and cohorts, two thousand years apart.  I have seen my father undulating with complacency at something his mother had recently done to him.  I have also watched him fry as he recounted a girlhood stunt that foreshadowed the kind of life that Fendersette would lead.  I mention this because my father was not what I would call a human or an exploding fox.  He was given to shows of pleasure, yet no one could make him laugh out loud.</p>
 <p>Assignment 2: Touch and Go Scavenger Hunt.

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                 <h1>Zk | Oh yeah..</h1>
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-                <p>PILE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11seven</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>PILE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11seven</p>
 <p>The anime thing was extremely cool.  We watched some of the Yami No Matsuei, some Excel Saga, and all of FLCL, but that wasn't really the highlight.  Since the pack was over, plus some, there was a huge pile.  <lj user="breakfastfox"></lj>, Mr. Pilot, Wendy, and I, of course, piled, but Shannon and Kiran also joined in.  Tyler just watched us and the TV.  Anyhoo, Moondog (Wendy) brought over her brand new puppy, who was so cute as to cause me to go into spasms.  Also in the spasm-inducing department was Moondog chewing on my neck.</p>
 <p>We've decided that Moondog's the Alpha, and that it's a pack because she's a wolf.  Also, we've decided to head up to Steamboat for a weekend or something and dance around the campfire and pile and howl and do other joyous things.  I'm getting rather attached to this pack thingie.  Makes me happie</p>
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                 <h1>Zk | Damn you breakfastfox..</h1>
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-                <p>Arrrrrgh!</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Arrrrrgh!</p>
 <details><summary>Read more...</summary>
 
 </details>

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                 <h1>Zk | Fear.</h1>
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-                <p>Another uneventful day passes.</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Another uneventful day passes.</p>
 <p>Well, mostly uneventful.</p>
 <p>Today, in MizDoo's class (creative writing) we did a web (a method of brainstorming that I actually like.  Not sure if <lj user="breakfastfox"></lj>, <lj user="senotay"></lj>, and <lj user="ironmonkey989"></lj> did this) on fear.  The idea of the exercise was to let your right brain do the writing and give your left brain, the one that usually controls such idea processing, a break.  Ms. Doo said that there'd probably be an 'ah moment' when you hit on something that would be worth writing about.  For me, the ah-moment was subtle, but rather revealing.  It was like going to some Freudian psychologist, only it was free, and I did it to myself.  I've found new respect for my pen, paper, and the wonder of language.</p>
 <p>However, since this stuff is kinda personal, I'll cut here.  It you want to delve deeper and get weirded out even more by me, go ahead and read on.</p>

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+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Ah, wednesday of doom.  School starts later for me, yet I end up having to get up at the same time since I have to drive from my dad's.  Then I must endure Revier for two block periods, interspersed amongst math and IB bio 3,4, and then see him again for closer rehearsal of DEATH, during which Kory and I clung together, leaned on each other, hugged, maybe even snugged.  I'm focused on singing, can't you tell?  After that, I hurried home, hurried dinner, hurried out, hurried <lj user="breakfastfox"></lj> and <lj user="vulpinepilot"></lj> to group, and proceeded to attach to Moondog.  Speaking of attachment to Moondog, it feels like I'm becoming rather attached to Moondog. &gt;.@  I'm also spazzing out 'cause I feel obligated to only feel that way to the stereotypical gayboi.  Ah well, I'm a loser that way.  I'm concerned about what this might mean to her, since it, well, you know, has to do with her.  I fucked myself over by not telling people before, so I'm thinking I should talk with her sometime soonish.  I'll probably do it online, 'cause I'm a coward.  Kelly says it's obvious that we're completely smitten, and that I should do something about it, but she's vague and confusing.  And twisted, too.  Illa vita.  Moondog herself is kinda being vague about something about interests and perhaps liking a gayboi, but I don't want to assume.  Well, I want to, but I mustn't!</p>
+<p>...Yes, of doom</p>
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+                <h1>Zk | As the thot plickens..</h1>
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+            <article class="content">
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Things are as they were cautiously assumed (damn you, <lj user="breakfastfox"></lj> and your assumptions).  This, however, took a vicious few hours of tickling and snuggling at Kelly's, which only served to reenforce the point.  I sensed a tiny conspiracy (conspiriature? conspirette?) between Moondog and Samir (not sure about Kelly, though I guess we had our own, after she bugged me last night), but I'm not going to bother myself with it.  Now, however, I'm confused, and this is leading to consternation.  Confused and afraid.  Moondog's such a beautiful person, and I'm so.. awkward - at least now, I am, after the whole thing with Shan and the other relationships before him - and I don't want her to be hurt by that, or by any other dumb things I do, such as pull a Matt (which is a story for another time).  For people well versed in the ways of relationships, I guess this wouldn't be a problem, but I'm having a hard time thinking of how to bring it up to Moondog without out and out appologizing for being a dweeb.  I must think, and we must talk more, but I surrender unto sleep</p>
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-                <p>Sheet music by mail!  Just got Sleep for SATB and Daemon for SATB and TTBB ^.^  I'm on my way to fullfilling my dream of having an extremely weird choir</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Sheet music by mail!  Just got Sleep for SATB and Daemon for SATB and TTBB ^.^  I'm on my way to fullfilling my dream of having an extremely weird choir</p>
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                 <h1>Zk | Sleep</h1>
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-                <p>The evening hangs beneath the moon,
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>The evening hangs beneath the moon,
 A silver thread on darkened dune.
 With closing eyes and resting head 
 I know that sleep is coming soon.</p>

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                 <h1>Zk | More Qvizes</h1>
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-                <p>Curses, foiled again!
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Curses, foiled again!
 <details><summary>Read more...</summary>
 <a href="http://quizilla.com/users/mechangel/quizzes/Which%20FLCL%20Character%20Are%20You%20%3F/"><img alt="haruko" border="0" src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/mechangel/1071294264_haruko.jpg"/><br/> <font size="-1">Which FLCL Character Are You ?</font></a><br/> <font size="-3">brought to you by <a href="http://quizilla.com">Quizilla</a></font>
 <img alt="It looks as though you're just a little Fudged in the Head" border="0" src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PseudoAngel/1067658383_dintheHead.jpg"/><br/>'Fudged in the Head'   PLEASE VOTE!!!

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                 <h1>Zk | Ooo.</h1>
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-                <p>Date with Moondog tomorrow.  We're gonna go to a dog show ^.^  Then dinnerish.  Not sure other than that; two indecisive people trying to make a decision is a strange process involving evading of questions and goofing around.  Took about half an hour to sort out.  Heh.. c.c  </p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Date with Moondog tomorrow.  We're gonna go to a dog show ^.^  Then dinnerish.  Not sure other than that; two indecisive people trying to make a decision is a strange process involving evading of questions and goofing around.  Took about half an hour to sort out.  Heh.. c.c  </p>
 <p>Anyway.. I'm curious as to what my mom would think of the whole situation, much less my dad..  I don't think my mom likes Moondog, 'cause she smokes.  Silly reason, I'd say, if a reason at all :oP  Ahwell.  Fuzziness abound</p>
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-                <p>Last night, I was very tired, and ended up nearly getting myself, along with Ryan and Shannon, in a car accident, so I went to bed early, at around 8, thinking I'd be up early the next morning.  However, that didn't happen, and I woke up around ten.  Ah well.  Went back to sleep eventually, and woke up around 8.  Then 9.  Then 10.  Eventually I got up and got ready to wait for Moondog, who ended up showing a little late, since Sam had kept her up late doing Tarot readings.  </p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Last night, I was very tired, and ended up nearly getting myself, along with Ryan and Shannon, in a car accident, so I went to bed early, at around 8, thinking I'd be up early the next morning.  However, that didn't happen, and I woke up around ten.  Ah well.  Went back to sleep eventually, and woke up around 8.  Then 9.  Then 10.  Eventually I got up and got ready to wait for Moondog, who ended up showing a little late, since Sam had kept her up late doing Tarot readings.  </p>
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                 <h1>Zk | Slaihta, raihta, hweitarinda...</h1>
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-                <p><a href="http://userpic.livejournal.com/10529980/1974238">This amused me to no end..</a></p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p><a href="http://userpic.livejournal.com/10529980/1974238">This amused me to no end..</a></p>
 <p>Coffee date with Moondog on Wednesday before group.  Well, before she leaves for youth board, and I leave for dinner and picking up the other two fuzzies</p>
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-                <p>Not sure why these seem pertinent.
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+<p>Not sure why these seem pertinent.
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                 <h1>Zk | Some thoughts and ideas.</h1>
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-                <p>I ordered a tarot deck (plain old Rider Waites to start with) online.  I'm not sure how things go in the way of conflicts, but I wanted a sealed one just in case, and I wanted it at a fairly reasonable price.  I plan on doing a daily reading thing - draw a card, think about what it represents, and, throughout the day, keep that idea in mind - if only just to learn the cards.  I'm starting to see just how tarot 'works,' along with horoscopes and the like; or, at least, how I  think they'd work for me.  My mom (engineer) always discounted tarot and other 'fortune telling scams' to being too general, and I mostly agreed.  I guess I still do, but now I don't see that as such a bad thing.  The way I see it, this general meaning/story produced by the reading of the cards isn't so much portentious as a way to help you help yourself   When you look at the cards in relation to a specific question, they can help show you a new way to think about it, or perhaps think up some ways to answer the question yourself (the guide I'm reading uses the term Inner Guide, which I think fits quite well).  </p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>I ordered a tarot deck (plain old Rider Waites to start with) online.  I'm not sure how things go in the way of conflicts, but I wanted a sealed one just in case, and I wanted it at a fairly reasonable price.  I plan on doing a daily reading thing - draw a card, think about what it represents, and, throughout the day, keep that idea in mind - if only just to learn the cards.  I'm starting to see just how tarot 'works,' along with horoscopes and the like; or, at least, how I  think they'd work for me.  My mom (engineer) always discounted tarot and other 'fortune telling scams' to being too general, and I mostly agreed.  I guess I still do, but now I don't see that as such a bad thing.  The way I see it, this general meaning/story produced by the reading of the cards isn't so much portentious as a way to help you help yourself   When you look at the cards in relation to a specific question, they can help show you a new way to think about it, or perhaps think up some ways to answer the question yourself (the guide I'm reading uses the term Inner Guide, which I think fits quite well).  </p>
 <p>Motto: it's only magic if you make it so.  Mind you, I didn't say anything about 'making it so' being impossible. :o)</p>
 <p>My Deep Rooted Hatred © of Teh Rev disturbs me.  I can understand not liking the man's teaching methods, or even his conversational methods, but lately I've been disliking him as a person, which is something I don't feel all that often.  Recently, as in the past few years, I've tried to keep it to just things I dislike about people instead of people themselves, but each day compounds to my disrespect of the man.  Mind you, it has little to do with the choirs themselves, since I like singing and he does produce a very good result..  It's just such a painful process getting there.</p>
 <p><lj user="senotay"></lj> lent me her Excel Saga manga (1 &amp; 2).  I nearly got in trouble in biology for laughing so hard at a <a href="http://ranna.bolognia.net/images/hyatt-blood.jpg">particular scene</a>.  I FELL OUT OF MY CHAIR, DAMNIT!  I'm not sure others found it quite so funny, though, and I garnered a few strange glances.  Dear lord I'm becoming obsessed.. I downloaded the Excel Saga theme tonight..</p>

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-                <p>I shall write a song with that as a title.  Thanks to Alia.. Alea.. Kindra's sister; <em>Umlauts make me cry / diacritics make me die / es-tsets I can deal with / along with thorn and edh / but, lord only knows / umlauts make me cry.</em>  Bluesey, ne? (Is 'ne' a remnant from latin?  Some Euro-folks use no as a question word, is that from the latin ne?)  Needs work, though.</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>I shall write a song with that as a title.  Thanks to Alia.. Alea.. Kindra's sister; <em>Umlauts make me cry / diacritics make me die / es-tsets I can deal with / along with thorn and edh / but, lord only knows / umlauts make me cry.</em>  Bluesey, ne? (Is 'ne' a remnant from latin?  Some Euro-folks use no as a question word, is that from the latin ne?)  Needs work, though.</p>
 <p>I was all excited today, 'cause I was gonna see Moondog.  Of course, I did, and it was exciting, but there was a Problem with Kelly about which I knew next to nothing, so that put a bit of a damper on the evening.  That's between Moondog and Kelly, though, and I'll let them work it out.  Mostly, however, Moondog just tickled me (or tried to, depending on how on my guard I was) and/or <lj user="vulpinepilot"></lj> (poor <lj user="breakfastfox"></lj> wasn't feeling so hot and didn't come.. <em>luv</em>).  The night ended with her having a big argument with Kelly and coming out of it rather worse for the wear.  We parted soon after, and now I'm kinda worried for her.  I'm hoping she'll be alright.</p>
 <p>Tuesday, Moondog asked if we were 'together', for lack of a better word, and, since I'm pretty sure I feel that way, I said yes, but upon reading her journal (one of my daily rituals is to read everyone's journal, even if there's nothing new <em>OCD</em>) I found out she's going through some of the same fears I am (mainly of hurting/being hurt by someone), though she seems to be having a tougher time of it.  To be honest, I've mostly been distracted; too much Revier and school.  Even so, though, I'm gonna try not to focus on that.  I'd rather just try and be the best I can for her, so that, hopefully, we don't have to deal with those fears <em>luv</em>.  Also, she asked (today at coffee) whether or not we should be open about the whole.. relationship (mateship?  Is mate a good word in this case?) thing at OASOS.  I wasn't sure then, but now I suppose that it'd be alright with me.  It's not like it isn't fairly obvious already; and besides, it's a good thing, a happy thing, and I don't think hiding it's particularly useful..  Hopefully, though, there aren't any that will react like Danny did: rather violently.</p>
 <p>Other than that, today was an agonizing stretch of Revier all the way through, interspersed with depressing moments of math and bio.  Tomorrow is the fourth quarter run-through, so I have to actually stay.  Save me.</p>

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                 <h1>Zk | We must go out.. and dance around..</h1>
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-                <p>Urg.  After yesterday being what it was, going to school was exactly what I didn't want to be doing today, but I had to for some reason or another.  I got there early for sectionals, where we got in trouble with Revier for not doing a whole lot.  After that, I followed Shannon to art instead of going to public speaking.  I hung around there with Shannon and Ryan until I was justafiably kicked out by Ms. Harmon.  The whole time, Ryan was trying to convince me to go home, 'cause I felt like smoo.  So I took his advice and went back home instead of continuing on to public speaking.</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Urg.  After yesterday being what it was, going to school was exactly what I didn't want to be doing today, but I had to for some reason or another.  I got there early for sectionals, where we got in trouble with Revier for not doing a whole lot.  After that, I followed Shannon to art instead of going to public speaking.  I hung around there with Shannon and Ryan until I was justafiably kicked out by Ms. Harmon.  The whole time, Ryan was trying to convince me to go home, 'cause I felt like smoo.  So I took his advice and went back home instead of continuing on to public speaking.</p>
 <p>At home, things came down in a tumble on me (metaphorically).  I felt like something just hasn't been right for the last few weeks, like I'm pretending to be someone I'm not.  Conflicting with that was the thought that perhaps I'm just starting to see what I really am and let that be seen, instead of hiding behind this avatar of normality.  There were other thoughts, about Shannon and Wendy and Ryan and choir, and before I knew it, I had a good sized slice on my left arm, and a razor blade in my right hand.  It's been a long time since I've cut myself, and I can't believe I did it today.  Luckily, it was a clean and shallow one that I should be able to hide easily with long sleeves.  I'm still not sure why the hell I did that, but oh well.  What's done is done.</p>
 <p>After that dumb escapade, I showered and went to lie down, planning on waking up in time for fourth period so that I wouldn't miss that.  However, I gave up on that plan and turned off my alarm clock, figuring I'd get up in time for closer rehearsal.  My mom woke me up at around 11:40 (about when lunch ends), and asked if I'd caught that cold that was going around.  Not willing to explain, I just nodded, and she went ahead and excused me for the day.  I ended up waking up again at around one, so I got up, wolfed down some miso, and headed off to creative writing so that I could turn in my essay (which I decided to make about the dog show last sunday) and watch a creepy video about balloons.  By closer, I started to cheer up some, but I was still tired, as I am even now.  Closer went fine, as did the Act I 4th Quarter rehearsal today, which Insomniac was in.</p>
 <p>Now I'm working on bio homework and pondering tomorrow.  Have my flute speech then.  I need to talk to Moondog about maybe doing something next weekend, since I won't be able to see her wednesday (<lj user="breakfastfox"></lj> and <lj user="vulpinepilot"></lj>, I shan't be able to drive you to group, since I've got rehearsal until way late), and my mom will be out of town then.  Then until next tuesday.. Hmm.. and I've got a friday off in there somewhere, too.</p>

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                 <h1>Zk | From Mala.</h1>
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-                <p>Step 1: Open your MP3 player.
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+<p>Step 1: Open your MP3 player.
 Step 2: Put all of your music on random.
 Step 3: Write down the first twenty songs it plays, no matter how embarrassing</p>
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                 <h1>Zk | Remember this?</h1>
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-                <p><strong>Feeling Fine</strong>
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+<p><strong>Feeling Fine</strong>
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 <em>Falling falling, feeling fine,
 Finding forms and making mine.

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                 <h1>Zk | Mlegh is not a word.  YET!!2</h1>
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-                <p>Today flew by.  Mostly.</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Today flew by.  Mostly.</p>
 <p>Excal: sucked.
 Public speaking: did my flute speech, sucked, but not as bad.
 Math: sat around, bitched, whined.  Didn't suck all that much.

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-                <p>Missed Moondog last night.  Fell asleep without turning Trillian off, which led to a whole bunch of messages.  Sorry, peoples.. er.. and fuzzies...</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Missed Moondog last night.  Fell asleep without turning Trillian off, which led to a whole bunch of messages.  Sorry, peoples.. er.. and fuzzies...</p>
 <p>Speaking of sleep, I slept for thirteen hours with a little baggie under my pillow.  It's a special little baggie now.  I made it myself.
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 Unfortunately true about the computers.. need to get away from them some..

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-                <p><img alt="" border="0" src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033525068_domtsuzuki.jpg"/><br/>You are Tsuzuki.
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p><img alt="" border="0" src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033525068_domtsuzuki.jpg"/><br/>You are Tsuzuki.
 <br/><br/><a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Kyoukun/quizzes/Which%20Yami%20no%20Matsuei%20Character%20are%20You%3F/"> <font size="-1">Which Yami no Matsuei Character are You?</font></a><br/> <font size="-3">brought to you by <a href="http://quizilla.com">Quizilla</a></font></p>
 <p>Anyway, played pool and shuffleboard today with the fatherfigure.  It was quite fun.  Should be doing math homework now, but.. well, I';m not ^.</p>
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-                <p>A pool's been started on when <a href="http://moondogdragon.blogspot.com">Moondog</a> and I will have sex &gt;.@  I don't know whether to feel loved, offended, or joyous at the fact that I get a cut of the winning bet</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>A pool's been started on when <a href="http://moondogdragon.blogspot.com">Moondog</a> and I will have sex &gt;.@  I don't know whether to feel loved, offended, or joyous at the fact that I get a cut of the winning bet</p>
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-                <p>Ahh.. weekends.  Time for blessed sleep.  Or.. not, in my case :oP  Saturday night, I woke up every half hour for a good six hours, then every hour for two more until my alarm went off.  I reset my alarm and got two <strong>real</strong> hours of sleep before I had to get up to get to a rehearsal for "Insomniac."  I wasn't nearly as amused by that then as I am now, but I wasn't nearly as awake :o)  </p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Ahh.. weekends.  Time for blessed sleep.  Or.. not, in my case :oP  Saturday night, I woke up every half hour for a good six hours, then every hour for two more until my alarm went off.  I reset my alarm and got two <strong>real</strong> hours of sleep before I had to get up to get to a rehearsal for "Insomniac."  I wasn't nearly as amused by that then as I am now, but I wasn't nearly as awake :o)  </p>
 <p>After the non-productive rehearsal came the highlight of the day: Reiki training and attunement.  This wasn't something I'd been planning on doing but, when <lj user="breakfastfox"></lj> provided me with the opportunity, I sort of flopped on it (jumping is too strong of a word; I was tired).  I arrived a little late to find Breakfastfox, <lj user="vulpinepilot"></lj>, and Nick all sitting on the porch step waiting(?).  So, we headed inside to meet our instructor and start the learning process.  We were to be attuned both to the first and second degrees in one day (easier, considering our age), and we had a good deal to learn about energies and symbols (not symbowls, as I kept writing x.x) before the actual attunement.</p>
 <p>After learning the three symbols for the second degree, we took a break that consisted of strawberries, rice crackers, and poppy seed bread while our instructor got ready for the attunement itself.  We goofed around for a while each of us was being attuned separately, first VulpinePilot, then Breakfastfox, then Nick, and me last.  The attunement itself was indescribable, but the most vivid memory I have is that I had this sort of after image effect going, where I saw our instructor outlined in a very bright purple.  Never mind the fact that my eyes were closed at the time.  There was a bit more of that with Breakfastfox's mom, except the color was an orangish gold, but the effect dissipated soon after.  I have to think about it more before I jump to conclusions; I was facing into the sun (well, bright window in dark room) with the instructor, and Breakfastfox's mom was silhouetted in a different window.</p>
 <p>After running around, we practiced a bit on each other (or tried to; Breakfastfox kept laughing :oP) before I had to leave.  I headed home so that my mom and I could go out to dinner.  We tried to go to a new restaurant next to Sushi Zanmai, but it was kinda.. crappy, so we went to Sushi Zanmai itself and had our fill there.  The whole time, my hands were almost unbearably hot, which I'm attributing to the Reiki earlier, since they got about as hot there, while practicing.</p>

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                 <h1>Zk | La be da me ni po tu la be.</h1>
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-                <p>Woke up feeling fairly fine, though a little groggy and grumpy from very little sleep and maybe something from the attunement.  Revier was downright angry today, which transfered on to me more easily than usual.  I didn't realize until, by the end of second period, I was doubled over in an abdomnial pain that lasted until just about an hour ago (6:30).  The pain distracted me too much to do reiki, I think, and I can barely remember any of the day, other than at one point, I got up to leave festival 'cause I felt sick, and Revier yelled at me.  Not wishing to face such ire, I got a drink and sat outside the choir room for about ten minutes.  Apparently, while I was gone, he yelled about me to the class.  Whatever.  Closer ran late, as usual, and I went home afterwards to shower and get dressed for Act I run through.  My mom gave me a pill for irritable bowel syndrome, which started to take effect about halfway through Insomniac (which nearly flopped, since PETER AND SAGE WEREN'T ON STAGE).  I guess this means that what happened was an abdominal muscle spasm ('a stitch in my side' type deal, except it was in my front and lasted a long time).  Yay.  Funness.</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Woke up feeling fairly fine, though a little groggy and grumpy from very little sleep and maybe something from the attunement.  Revier was downright angry today, which transfered on to me more easily than usual.  I didn't realize until, by the end of second period, I was doubled over in an abdomnial pain that lasted until just about an hour ago (6:30).  The pain distracted me too much to do reiki, I think, and I can barely remember any of the day, other than at one point, I got up to leave festival 'cause I felt sick, and Revier yelled at me.  Not wishing to face such ire, I got a drink and sat outside the choir room for about ten minutes.  Apparently, while I was gone, he yelled about me to the class.  Whatever.  Closer ran late, as usual, and I went home afterwards to shower and get dressed for Act I run through.  My mom gave me a pill for irritable bowel syndrome, which started to take effect about halfway through Insomniac (which nearly flopped, since PETER AND SAGE WEREN'T ON STAGE).  I guess this means that what happened was an abdominal muscle spasm ('a stitch in my side' type deal, except it was in my front and lasted a long time).  Yay.  Funness.</p>
 <p>In other news, my FLCL DVD arrived, along with my Aquarian deck.  I did a quick reading, just to see.  Since the cards were quite new, I'm gonna take this reading with a grain of salt, though it does offer some good advice.  Also, I'll describe it, which I probably won't do so much in the future.  From a conversation with <lj user="breakfastfox"></lj>:</p>
 <p><em>Ranna: Covering me: 9 of rods reversed - This is me, I suppose.  It represents distress or obstacles.
  Crossing me: The moon - Working against me; unforseen perils, often involving loved ones.

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+<p>Today was long, from sectionals at 6:30, to rehearsal, which ended at 8.  13.5 hours, with two breaks, one when I left latin (if she's not gonna teach, I'm not gonna learn) and one while mad's rehearsed, dropping the day back down to 12 hours.  I'm tired of this.  I wanna see Moondog again.  Ah well.  Thursday, then Saturday night (with this cast, though, strike might last into sunday morning; I hope it doesn't last too long).  Can't wait.</p>
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-                <p>Today was decidedly today.  It was long, and full of stuff.  The usual stuff that goes on on wednesdays.  Choir, math, choir, bio, choir choir choir choir choir...  Urg.  I like singing, but I'll be FREAKING GLAD WHEN THIS BULLSHIT IS OVER. ^.^  </p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Today was decidedly today.  It was long, and full of stuff.  The usual stuff that goes on on wednesdays.  Choir, math, choir, bio, choir choir choir choir choir...  Urg.  I like singing, but I'll be FREAKING GLAD WHEN THIS BULLSHIT IS OVER. ^.^  </p>
 <p>Moondog.  Thursday.  Saturday night; I suppose I'll call her when I think strike's nearly finished, so that she can drive down to my house.  If strike lasts longer, maybe we could meet at the school.  Whatever.</p>
 <p>Deep conversation with Ryan.  Real deep.</p>
 <p>Kory just asked if it was okay that he touched my neck.  He likes to watch me melt.  Becker tried, I nearly punched him.  Trust seems to be an important factor in this.</p>

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                 <h1>Zk | Tonzura koite!!</h1>
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-                <p>Yay!  One down, two to go!  No sectionals, too!  Life's looking up :oP<br />
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+<p>Yay!  One down, two to go!  No sectionals, too!  Life's looking up :oP<br />
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 Today was pretty good.  Left public speaking a little early to go sing Insomniac over the announcements.  I'll sing Li'l Red tomorrow.  After that, the day was peachy.  Went out with Shannon for lunches, then went home and nearly passed out after a shower, until my mom startled me awake, then I was nearly asleep again until Moondog startled me awake.  She arrived early, but I wasn't complaining.  We sorta laid around for a while, since she was operating on no sleep and I was operating on no energy.  Then there was Pops, which was pretty uneventful as far as Pops goes.  Too long as usual.  Anna gave me flowers, which was really nice, and I gave them to Moondog, since I'd forget to water them.  After, she had to depart to go home and sleep, but she kept stalling.  She tastes like rootbeer and cloves.</p>

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+<p>School really wasn't all that great, now that I think back on it.  I'm amazed I can feel like I'm having a lot of fun while I'm there, then get home and realize how much I really don't like that place.  Revier was in a good mood, at least.  He tried to run Steph P. over with a baby grand piano with an expression that was somehow both vacuous and angry.  Had a slight pack with Andrew and Ryan at anime while watching something goofy.  After, I walked around the house naked and ate pizza (it's amazing what you feel like doing when you know you have the house to yourself).  I took a drive to get some air, too, but it smelled like stale cigarette smoke.  Pops tonight, Pops and strike tomorrow night, then I'll have a Moondog.</p>
+<p>I'm so tired.  It must be time for tea</p>
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-                <p>Got sick last night.  The last time I threw up was when I tried smoking.  It's strange.. I don't mean to make it sound like a pleasurable experience, but since the last time I'd demonized vomiting, and it wasn't nearly as painful as I thought it would be.  I guess I mention this by way of asking, I wonder if I've done this in any other aspects in life</p>
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+<p>Got sick last night.  The last time I threw up was when I tried smoking.  It's strange.. I don't mean to make it sound like a pleasurable experience, but since the last time I'd demonized vomiting, and it wasn't nearly as painful as I thought it would be.  I guess I mention this by way of asking, I wonder if I've done this in any other aspects in life</p>
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-                <p>Wasn't sick today, so I went out and got chai and a chicken for lunch/dinner.  My all-state cd arrived, along with the Animal Lords tarot deck I ordered.</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Wasn't sick today, so I went out and got chai and a chicken for lunch/dinner.  My all-state cd arrived, along with the Animal Lords tarot deck I ordered.</p>
 <p>Pops is nearly eclipsed by the fact that Moondog's coming over tonight.  Nearly.  I still have to go, mind you</p>
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-                <p>Pops went fine.  More tickling Kory (since I guess I'm the only one who can do it), and then strike.  I made a fairly large tape-ball with scraps from the stage.  I called Moondog at around 11:30 and ended up leaving at around 12.  I kept thinking she'd show up any second, so I kept delaying taking a shower.  When I finally did, of course, she showed up while I was still in there.  Odd.. don't feel like writing much about this.</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Pops went fine.  More tickling Kory (since I guess I'm the only one who can do it), and then strike.  I made a fairly large tape-ball with scraps from the stage.  I called Moondog at around 11:30 and ended up leaving at around 12.  I kept thinking she'd show up any second, so I kept delaying taking a shower.  When I finally did, of course, she showed up while I was still in there.  Odd.. don't feel like writing much about this.</p>
 <p>Anyway, She ended up staying about 17 hours, four of which were spent not in the bed or on the futon, and four of which were spent sleeping.  That leaves nine hours for snuggling and frottage while Hank looked at us funny and Hobbes tried to lay on top.  We went to Abo's and Cafe Sole for lunch; she ordered a chai, so they gave her a cider.  We went to 14th St. Bar &amp; Grill for dinner.  When she left, she tasted like vanilla and cloves.</p>
 <p>In other news...
 Shanerak: When's your graduation?

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-                <p>My body's rebelling.</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>My body's rebelling.</p>
 <p>I feel a little like a failure.  The worst kind, the biological kind.  The kind with no chance of success.</p>
 <p>But, I know that's just Mr. Pessimism, and that everything will be okay.  Better than okay, things will be wonderful ^^</p>
 <p>In other news, today was pretty good</p>

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-                <p>Grooooooup toniiiiiiight.  Got to see Moondog, who left her own bite marks on me, since mine left her a little bruised.  Mostly, she tickled me to death, though, along with everybody freaking else!!3  Things seemed a little awkward with others around, but that's okay, I suppose. <em>luv to her</em>  Ryan and Andrew both seemed a little awkward, too, though that may have been imagination. <em>luv to them, too</em></p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Grooooooup toniiiiiiight.  Got to see Moondog, who left her own bite marks on me, since mine left her a little bruised.  Mostly, she tickled me to death, though, along with everybody freaking else!!3  Things seemed a little awkward with others around, but that's okay, I suppose. <em>luv to her</em>  Ryan and Andrew both seemed a little awkward, too, though that may have been imagination. <em>luv to them, too</em></p>
 <p>Other than that, life's been slow, but good.  I still feel like I'm hiding/denying/something part of myself, and I'm getting the idea that it might have something to do with spirituality, and that the feeling may be my inner skeptic clamoring.  Being raised by two engineers leads to doom</p>
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-                <p>This recording takes the 'second' Libera Me really fast, and pull it off quite well... except for the brass, which gets far too loud at times.</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>This recording takes the 'second' Libera Me really fast, and pull it off quite well... except for the brass, which gets far too loud at times.</p>
 <p>Anyway to.. uh.. yesterday was kinda boring.  Endless school, with droning teachers.  Mind you, there were good parts, such as a discussion on No Child Left Behind and the implications of it in history, and the fourth amendment in creative writing.  After that, there was another Gloria rehearsal, in which random stuff happened, and Revier made faces while Mr. Wallace conducted.  After, I dropped Shannon off and went to pick up some food at Deli zone.  Shortly after, I fell asleep - at around six - and woke up at around 12:30.  Talking to Moondoggy now.</p>
 <p>Tomorrow, Shannon, Ryan, Kiran and I were going to go play pool at the Wynkoop, but it's snowed a good deal, and it's still sorta coming down.  I think I'll offer movies instead.  I hope they don't mind c.</p>
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-                <p>Huzzah for mood swings.  Back to the fish oil I go!</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Huzzah for mood swings.  Back to the fish oil I go!</p>
 <p>Today was fun.  First, sectionals and rehearsal, then breakfast, where Spencer Bowie tried to eat a spoonful of butter, and ended up getting quite sick 'cause he wouldn't swallow it.  Much pool at the CU-UMC with Ryan, Kiran, and Shannon, then a movie (which, while it had an interesting plot, was such standard fare that I forgot the name.  It started with a T...), then Anime Anonymous, where we saw Azumanga Daioh.  Ryan was mleh on the way to his house (don't appologize, I know the feeling).  I purchased an ounce of fine Lady Grey today.  Making a little now.  Too bad an ounce seems so small..</p>
 <p>(Later) The tea is quite tasty, worth the money.  I miss Moondog.  Crackers are salty.
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+<p>A few minutes after the last post, Sam IM'd me to tell me that Moondog was feeling bad, and that I should call her, invite her over, and have sex with her.  So I did the first bit of that (calling her), and eventually ended up going over to Kelly's to spend the night.  It was fun, there was snuggling and a really, really gory movie, Battle Royale, and then Moondog and I stole the bed, making Kelly and Sam sleep on the floor.  I actually got some sleep this time, even though Samir was watching Love Hina.  Some stuff in the morning.  I left when Moondog got up for work, since I figured I had to go to my dad's eventually.  Tonight, there's gonna be a big meat dinner thing.  Glad I got to see the Moondoggy outside of group again.</p>
+<p>Now, downloading Azumanga Daioh - 01, Doris Day - Perhaps Perhaps Perhaps, Cake - Perhaps Perhaps Perhaps</p>
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-                <p>Test thingie from Ryan! Fill in answers about the person you got this from, then you put the entire thing as a comment. Don't feel obligated to answer this; you can just copy and put on your own livejournal.</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Test thingie from Ryan! Fill in answers about the person you got this from, then you put the entire thing as a comment. Don't feel obligated to answer this; you can just copy and put on your own livejournal.</p>
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 <li>Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.</li>
 <li>Am I lovable?</li>

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 <img alt="Yellow Vibes" border="0" src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/waywardpixie/1078266322_ergyyellow.jpg"/><br/>Your Energy is Yellow.  You are generous, bright,<br/>and expressive. An excellent communicator, you<br/>keep your audience captivated with your<br/>animated storytelling.  Sometimes you talk too<br/>much, but when you learn to listen you will be<br/>sought out for your talents to advise.</p>

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+<p>Mmmnnnghhh.  Homework!  I actually did all of it this time.  IB Lab due tomorrow, as well as a FLCL speech, National Latin Exam, and Math homework test.  Nothing much other than that.  Drunken dinnerparty saturday night.  My dad decided to cook a whole lot of meat.  I didn't mind at all :o)  Tim Toner won $60 in Shut the Box, and he gave me $20 'for my next date.'  Sorry, fuzzy, I used it to buy gas instead c.c  Kinda needed to get back to my mom's.  Speaking of, she returned from Costa Rica today.  I got a shirt that says "Just do it later" a bunch of chocolate, and a wood box.  I suppose I'll hear about how she wants to retire there tomorrow.  CSAPs next week.  Tuesday, wednesday, and thursday, I don't have to get to school until 11, so maybe I could do some stuff.</p>
+<p>Today, I watched Azumanga Daioh eps. 1-2 (downloaded), FLCL ep. 1, and an ep. of Yami no Matsuei.  I must inflict Azumanga Daioh on others ^</p>
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+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>After three hours of sleep, I got up feeling pretty good, and that feeling continued through most of the day (excepting, as usual, choir).  Did my FLCL speech (or, rather, I bullshitted it), and got pretty good comments on it.  Freaked a good number of people out.  Then I annoyed Shannon and pestered Ryan in art before heading off to take the National Latin Exam instead of my math homework test.  This meant I didn't have to go to Latin, so I dragged Ryan, Shannon, Kiran, and Kory out to lunch at Deli Zone, which was full, and thus, safeway.  After school.  I went home for a while, then sought out Ryan for Excel Saga, and ended up taking an incredibly strange walk after tea with him.  I started melting into the earth in a non-physical manner, as well as projecting outwards and upwards, and I think I kinda freaked him out (well, I definately did when I was projecting outwards and went to bite his neck, whereupon he nearly fell into a pondlet (little pond!)).  I also found five wands and two twisty sticks (which I lost).</p>
+<p>Now I'm freaking my mom out with anime and about to take a shower, then bed.  Waaaaay tired, still melty ^^  I kinda want to talk to Moondog, though.  Curious about Sam stuffs and other things.  Maybe later.</p>
+<p><a href="http://livejournal.com/users/breakfastfox/16996.html"></a>Ryan's perspectiv</p>
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-                <p>Argh.  I hate things being in limbo, surprisingly.  As it turns out, my mom may or may not be getting laid off next month, which puts a whole lot of things in question.  Of greatest impact to me, if she doesn't find a new job right away, my college plans may be altered.  I might have to refile FAFSA (Of course, the due date for that at CSU was Mar. 1), get a job, etc.  My mom has the money, but it's also her retirement, which means either she can't retire, or I have to help support her as soon as I start making money.  In addition to that, we may end up moving to a smaller place as well.</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Argh.  I hate things being in limbo, surprisingly.  As it turns out, my mom may or may not be getting laid off next month, which puts a whole lot of things in question.  Of greatest impact to me, if she doesn't find a new job right away, my college plans may be altered.  I might have to refile FAFSA (Of course, the due date for that at CSU was Mar. 1), get a job, etc.  My mom has the money, but it's also her retirement, which means either she can't retire, or I have to help support her as soon as I start making money.  In addition to that, we may end up moving to a smaller place as well.</p>
 <p>In other news, today mostly sucked.  I have a concert tonight.  I shan't be gone long, we're up first, and I don't have to stay after that.  Jim and Andrew want to come over for my graduation.  I'm not sure how I feel about either.  Jim wants to stay at my place, and I'm not sure my mom, much less I, would feel about that.  Andrew might also lead to awkwardness if he stayed over, but less so, since he's done it before</p>
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-                <p>Foiled again, by expenses!  Whilst talking with Khieto, I learned that PPMP (a con in FL) was during my spring break, so I looked into going.  Unfortunately, I found out too late, and the cheapest tickets I could find were $440.  Add that to room, registration, and money.. egh.  Oh well ^^</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Foiled again, by expenses!  Whilst talking with Khieto, I learned that PPMP (a con in FL) was during my spring break, so I looked into going.  Unfortunately, I found out too late, and the cheapest tickets I could find were $440.  Add that to room, registration, and money.. egh.  Oh well ^^</p>
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 khieto: A concert eh? How did that go?
 RannaFox: Pretty good.  Didn't feel too.. real, if that makes any sense.

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-                <p>So much happened!  Start with after I went to bed last night.</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>So much happened!  Start with after I went to bed last night.</p>
 <p>Whilst doing farreiki on an unnamed entity, I got stuck on position 4 of the head (head cradle) for about fifteen minutes and ended up unintentionally taking the problem into myself, which I quickly dispelled most of (left a bit of a migraine) by just letting it flow through and out of me.  After that I spasmed for a while in bed, tensing up uncontrollably and writhing about in general goodness before <em>that</em> feeling left.  Afterwards, I read some <u>Sins of Jesus</u> and went to bed, getting a whopping four hours of sleep.</p>
 <p>This morning, I had an awful time waking up, but I eventually did it, making it to Shannon's on time to get everyone picked up for the BREAKFAST OF DOOM, whereupon we all ate ourselves sick and I spent money.  We wandered around for a bit before ending up sprawled in a fire-escape at FHS with Shannon in my lap, me in Ryan's lap, and Andrew in Kiran's lap.  Andrew ditched to go shooting with Ryan and Kiran, while I went to bomb a history test.  That's when things started getting really weird.  I had a percoset relapse (whether that's what it was or not, it felt oddly similar to the real thing: an incurable itch buried beneath my skin, to the point where I can't actually scratch it) near the end of the period, and then in choir I imploded from empathy - so many emotions from others that I had no room for my own.  Then, horns grew from my chest and head, and wings from my back; a giant fox escaped, left, and exploded into a thousand birds over Viele.  Mind you, none of this really happened, but I sure felt strange.  During latin, I exploded from empathy in a patchwork swirl of colors while Starin et al. stared on as I banged my head against the desk.  Ms. Gibert didn't notice.  I yelled for help inaudibly and searched out white points of light in the black silhouette of Boulder.  I yelled at Ryan and searched for Moondog.</p>
 <p>Afterwards, I figured out how to regain control (mostly) and just in time for the bell to ring.  I got a small mocha at Cafe Sole, got eaten by small greenish crystals on a table while supposed psychics did fairy readings from a kids book, and here I am, about to take a shower and get ready for Great Works rehearsal, and then group, whereupon I shall request to Reiki Moondog (again) during the speakers board on gay marriage.  Hopefully I don't ex-/im-plode again  ^^</p>

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+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>My neck hurts a little, but I suppose Moondog's does too.  Feeling much better now, just a little.. energetically queasy every now and then (occasionally I'll lag behind myself, a dissociative effect I haven't felt since nutmeg <em>shudder</em>)  I guess having rehearsal run an HOUR AND A HALF LONGER THAN I THOUGHT was a good way to ground myself, as well as having a very good group, and then hot chocolate afterwards with Samir (notSamnotSamnotSam..), Andrew, ...oh dear, I've forgotten his name, but he's quite nice!, and Moondog. I'll get yelled at about coming home late tomorrow ^^  Or maybe I won't.  Great works</p>
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-                <p>I've created a community, <lj user="red_team"></lj>, upon <lj user="januszstrzepek"></lj>'s suggestion, for LJ people deemed appropriate.  If you think you are, then go ahead and message me to let you in - I won't add anyone without their permission</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>I've created a community, <lj user="red_team"></lj>, upon <lj user="januszstrzepek"></lj>'s suggestion, for LJ people deemed appropriate.  If you think you are, then go ahead and message me to let you in - I won't add anyone without their permission</p>
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                 <h1>Zk | Updated, because.</h1>
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-                <table align="center" bgcolor="#fff7e0" border="1"><tr><td align="center">My Furry Code<br/>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<table align="center" bgcolor="#fff7e0" border="1"><tr><td align="center">My Furry Code<br/>
 <a href="http://www.vulpine.pp.se/cgi-bin/furcode?D=FCFp3admw+A+C-+D+H%2B%2B%2B+M%2B%2B%2B%2B+P%2B%2B%2B+R%2B+T+W%2A+Z+Sm%2B+RLET%2FM%2FS%2FU+a-+cblmn%2B%2B%2B+%21d+e-+f%2B%2B%2B+h%2A+i%2B%2B%2B+j%2B+p%2B%2B+sm%2B">
 FCFp3admw A C- D H+++ M++++ P+++ R+ T W* Z Sm+ RLET/M/S/U a- cblmn+++ !d e- f+++ h* i+++ j+ p++ sm+</a>
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diary/2004-03-13-09:32:15.html

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                 <h1>Zk | Meep.</h1>
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-                <p>Surprise trip to Tucson, Arizona today.</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Surprise trip to Tucson, Arizona today.</p>
 <p>Surprise!  :oP</p>
 <p>Anyway, won't be on AIM or anything until tuesday, though I should still be able to get to LJ for stuffs.  Hooray :oP</p>
 <p>Here's some stuffs.

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                 <h1>Zk | Tha ta-ra-ra-ra ta-ra-ra-ra ta-ra-ra-ra do!  Chum gheeeeeeeeee... do!  Ha teeeeeeeeee... do! (fire!)</h1>
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-                <p>I now exist in the state of returnedness!</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>I now exist in the state of returnedness!</p>
 <p>While I was away, I wrote in my Big Black Book (BBB), which I normally use for stories, but I wasn't willing to open my Little Black Book.  I must remember to burn that over spring break.</p>
 <details text="A Quick One While You Were Away..."><summary>A Quick One While You Were Away...</summary>NB: <u>SiaSL</u> = <u>Stranger in a Strange Land</u>, <u>SoJ</u> = <u>Sins of Jesus</u>.
 <strong><u>Arizona</u></strong>

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-                <p>Just finished with the wand.  It feels full.  I shall let it rest until my fast (Sunday morning through Monday night), where I will identify with it.</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Just finished with the wand.  It feels full.  I shall let it rest until my fast (Sunday morning through Monday night), where I will identify with it.</p>
 <p>I think I may need to talk with Moondog about something I wrote about while in AZ.  Even if she doesn't need it cleared up, I still want to talk about it.</p>
 <p>Had an interesting conversation with Danny.  I blew up at him for something, but we kindasorta fixed it.  Think things are mostly better now..
 <details><summary>Read more...</summary></p>

diary/2004-03-18-15:42:12.html

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                 <h1>Zk | I um... huh.</h1>
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-                <p>I don't feel like writing, no matter how much I have to write about (this doesn't have to do with what I have to write about itself, just some memories drudged up from 8th grade bringing me down).</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>I don't feel like writing, no matter how much I have to write about (this doesn't have to do with what I have to write about itself, just some memories drudged up from 8th grade bringing me down).</p>
 <p>So here's a quiz.</p>
 <p><center><a href="http://boredesign.reallybites.com/quiz/alicequiz.html" target="new">
 <img border="0" src="http://boredesign.reallybites.com/quiz/caterpillar.jpg"/></a><br/><i>i am extremely intelligent and very wise.  i think logically and rhetorically in order to get problems solved.  if i'm not mad now, i'm getting very close.</i>

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                 <h1>Zk | Mmhh.</h1>
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-                <p>Met a guy named Peace on the mall tonight.  He lived up to his namesake.  He asked for a cigarette, I gave him a buck.  I told him my feet hurt.  They didn't really afterwards, and while I wasn't exactly chipper, I sure was peaceful after I walked away.  Thanks to Peace, wherever he is.</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Met a guy named Peace on the mall tonight.  He lived up to his namesake.  He asked for a cigarette, I gave him a buck.  I told him my feet hurt.  They didn't really afterwards, and while I wasn't exactly chipper, I sure was peaceful after I walked away.  Thanks to Peace, wherever he is.</p>
 <p>He had a nice coat, too</p>
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diary/2004-03-21-14:54:18.html

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                 <h1>Zk | Mweeeeeeep!</h1>
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-                <p>Wagh!  Blurry days!
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Wagh!  Blurry days!
 <details text="Jiminy Crickets, I type way too much.."><summary>Jiminy Crickets, I type way too much..</summary></p>
 <p></details>
 Okie. Friday!  School sucked, mostly 'cause it was spent waiting for it to be over, as it was with everyone (day before spring break, go figure).  Afterwards, Kiran, Andrew, Ryan, Brian and I goofed around.  I collected bits of shardproof glass that was laying on the ground.  It strikes me as a neat material to make a cubist sculpture out of.  Need some superglue, though.</p>

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                 <h1>Zk | Mmmrp.</h1>
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-                <p>My subliminal messaging works!  After writing about wanting to see a movie, Moondog came over, and we went out to see one.  I was too happy to see The Passion, and he didn't really want to, so we ended up seeing Secret Window (mmmm.. Depp!), but only after a lots and lots of deliberation, as well as a cup of rooibos (has potential, shall have to try it again) for me and chai for him.  We found out that the armrests in the movie theatre fold up, and took advantage of that fact to snuggle some.  Scared the family sitting further down the row from us ^^</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>My subliminal messaging works!  After writing about wanting to see a movie, Moondog came over, and we went out to see one.  I was too happy to see The Passion, and he didn't really want to, so we ended up seeing Secret Window (mmmm.. Depp!), but only after a lots and lots of deliberation, as well as a cup of rooibos (has potential, shall have to try it again) for me and chai for him.  We found out that the armrests in the movie theatre fold up, and took advantage of that fact to snuggle some.  Scared the family sitting further down the row from us ^^</p>
 <p>We talked briefly about the fact that my mom really likes Moondog.  The mother figure even mentioned something this morning about wanting to help him through college.  Oddness.  But a goodness, I suppose.</p>
 <p>I'm a good fox, I use the right pronouns ^</p>
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                 <h1>Zk | Murgh.</h1>
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-                <p>My house brings an awful sense of despair to me whenever I'm in it.  I want to go out again.  Anyone</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>My house brings an awful sense of despair to me whenever I'm in it.  I want to go out again.  Anyone</p>
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                 <h1>Zk | Yee.</h1>
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-                <p>M-m-m-m-moondog!</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>M-m-m-m-moondog!</p>
 <p>Since I'm such an attention whore, we went and hung out tonight!  Yay.  I went to go pick her up at her house, but ended up driving past it unknowingly.  He and his mom laughed at me, I giggled and stared nervously at the imposing numbers tacked to the siding.  Must remember, evens on one side, odds on the other.. c.c  Afterwards, we went out to Cafe Luna for hot and tasty drinks, marvelling at the weirdest book collection I've seen in a while.  Upon finishing, we left to go visit his mother at her place of work.  It was awkward, but not as bad as it could've been.  We departed and headed back to his house where we fooled around some, went outside, played with doggies (DOGGIES!!!!), went back in, and fooled around s'more.  He's scare when he stares at me REALLY CLOSE.</p>
 <p>Then I drove home and ate processed foodstuffs and a banana</p>
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                 <h1>Zk | Prosecutors will be shoplifted to the fullest extent of the law.  !</h1>
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-                <p>In brief, since I have to leave in a few:</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>In brief, since I have to leave in a few:</p>
 <p>Tuesday night: drove to dad's, lazed around, Moondog called, drove back to boulder, had coffee with K-kun and Kindra. Dropped those two off, drove up to NCAR with Moondog, looked at lights, drove back to my house, told mom I'd be out, called dad, called K-kun, drove to Kindras, picked those two up (eventually), drove to Kelly's, tried to sleep while Moondog nearly coughed up a lung.</p>
 <p>Wednesday: got up late, drove to Boulder, took a flash shower, grabbed a ducky (HUG MY DUCKY!!!), drove to Pearl, picked up applications and got told to drop off resumes, drove a ducky back before I passed out, passed out, woke up to a dog running forcefully into a closed dog-door.</p>
 <p>About to go to dinner with mother-figure, then drive back, pick up Andrew, drive to OASOS.  Nngh.  It's a happy pain</p>

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                 <h1>Zk | Mwererererere.  I... don't know how to pronounce that.</h1>
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-                <p>Okay, picking up yesterday, after OASOS (which was fairly.. standard, though I did learn some things about tranny-ness).</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Okay, picking up yesterday, after OASOS (which was fairly.. standard, though I did learn some things about tranny-ness).</p>
 <p>Headed out to Caffe Sole for a Breggo, water, and affection.  We freaked out some college kids driving by after we were kicked out of the caffe.  Or, rather, I think Samir and Vulpine did, since they slowed nearly to a stop to gawk at them.  Jesus with another guy might do that.</p>
 <p>Today, woke up early to go take Mr. Pilot to Samirs to watch Froots Basket with him and Moondoggy.  Moondog did his best to distract me, and eventually went outside.  I was pushed out by Samir shortly afterwards to go sit on Moondog's car with him and.. do stuff.  Dunno.  Sa-kun accused us of not being able to make out in front of him, and we didn't really challenge him.  We kinda started once, but he giggled, and that was the end of it.</p>
 <p>After, we headed to Kei-kun's so that Mr. Michael could take take her to therapy.  Androo and I decided on Wendy's for lunch, and we returned to a barrage of 'complaints' about my driving and the fact that we ate there.  Anyway, we futzed around for a while before He Who Is Like God and I headed back to Ft. Lupton to pick up Kei-kun.  More goofing around after that until I had to depart to get to my dad's on time.</p>

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                 <h1>Zk | In short:</h1>
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-                <p>Moondog's hair has a distinctive smell to it.  I like it.</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Moondog's hair has a distinctive smell to it.  I like it.</p>
 <p>That's all I feel like typing now.  Time to lose myself in a book</p>
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-                <p>Jim: got my tickets today, well be getting in to Denver about 6pm may 27th, flying out around 2pm jun 1st. Let me know how that works for you</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>Jim: got my tickets today, well be getting in to Denver about 6pm may 27th, flying out around 2pm jun 1st. Let me know how that works for you</p>
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                 <h1>Zk | Love.  Humility.  Balance.  In other news, I'm thinking about people dying again.  Thus...</h1>
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-                <p>I can feel the sickness spreading now.  There's the earthy, acrid feeling during exhalation, the weariness of my joints, the slight dizziness and self-lag when I move quickly, the endless slightly upset stomach that feels a good deal like hunger... And above all lies the hot, rotten feeling in my core.  Fuck.</p>
+                <p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
+<p>I can feel the sickness spreading now.  There's the earthy, acrid feeling during exhalation, the weariness of my joints, the slight dizziness and self-lag when I move quickly, the endless slightly upset stomach that feels a good deal like hunger... And above all lies the hot, rotten feeling in my core.  Fuck.</p>
 <p>I'd written in a not-so-lucid moment on the back of an essay, "How can I be sure I'm me?"  This feeling came back last night after the show.  Moondog didn't actually perform 'cause he didn't have a song and didn't have time to prepare.  Instead, we commiserated on the energy of Rainbow Alley and the fact that we don't talk much.  This nugget of info seemed to have originated from Samir having talked a good deal with Andrew today.  It's a good point, Moondog and I don't really just talk all that much.  We discussed this over water and a chocolate shake at Arby's during closing time and some over IM.  When we were in person though, I had the feeling that I really wasn't the one talking; I don't mean this in the otherworldly sense, so much as the fact that I wasn't sure I really understood what I was saying.  </p>
 <p>Now that I've put down my goddamned book, I feel frustrated at the fact that we should have to worry about this at all, that we need to schedule time to talk.  Perhaps I've gone nineteen, but mates shouldn't have to do that.  Waiting is.  Talking will happen when it needs to happen, and perhaps it does, but are we approaching this in the wrong way?  Are we being goaded into action by shadows?  Or perhaps I'm just out of my mind.  Yar-bugger.</p>
 <p>Hey, I found reading again.  In case you didn't notice.</p>