<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:03:58.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cactus Diary</title><subtitle type='html'>Sometimes I sits and thinks and sometimes I just sits</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>213</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-108163778650108146</id><published>2004-04-10T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T18:00:18.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>d</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/108163778650108146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/108163778650108146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108163778650108146' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-108162969954599750</id><published>2004-04-10T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T15:45:30.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know what your problem is, you fucker that keeps following me around.   You stand nothing to gain from going to all my blogs other than pissing me off.  And if that's really all you're seeking to do, I sincerely pity you because that's really pathetic.  You don't even know who I am, you don't have any reputable reason to do this.  Go to hell.(PS: Sorry to Isaiah, I know for a fact that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/108162969954599750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/108162969954599750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108162969954599750' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107706738045675784</id><published>2004-02-17T19:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T19:25:39.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I officially have a new blog.  Well, not so much "new" as in "cleaned out the innapropriate, offensive entries so it may be usable again."  I will be individually distrubuting this URL, so if you do NOT recieve it from me directly, then consider the person who gave it to you untrustworthy.  If you do not recieve the URL from me at all, consider yourself untrustworthy.  Bah.Eat that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107706738045675784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107706738045675784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107706738045675784' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107703177503861701</id><published>2004-02-17T09:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T09:32:13.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt; rant &gt;All right, this is what I'm sick of, because I feel I need to get this out of my system because it has been driving me mad.I'm sick of this esoteric insistence that I do not exist.  You people that read this refuse to speak to me (on IM or real life, take your pick.) with the "clever" excuse that you "don't know what to say."  Oh whine, whine.  You don't know what to say?  ANYTHING!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107703177503861701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107703177503861701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107703177503861701' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107692478820278098</id><published>2004-02-16T03:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T03:49:04.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Done and . . .done.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107692478820278098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107692478820278098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107692478820278098' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107692417699310221</id><published>2004-02-16T03:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T03:38:53.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, Isaiah, you need to fucking stop posting on my tagboard.  Yes, I should "delete it" but that would just mean that you were the victor, eh?  You may have Stacy and all your other little underlings believing that you are not the "poster of mystery" but I know otherwise.  I'm not as easily duped by your horrific, malicious lies.  Besides, what is lying accomplishing?Oh, wait . . . I know the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107692417699310221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107692417699310221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107692417699310221' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107692390165551391</id><published>2004-02-16T03:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T03:34:18.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did you know that there are many disgusting noises to be made just with the human eyelid?I'm so bored.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107692390165551391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107692390165551391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107692390165551391' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107690380185012629</id><published>2004-02-15T21:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T21:59:18.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heh.  These three guys are reading three copies of the exact same book.  The first one says "Mine's about a bunny!"  The second says "Mine's about a rooster!"  The third says, "Guys, I have cancer."  And they all groan sympathetically.  It was a little movie clip I just watched.  It was funny.  Of course, what I find funny and what other people find funny are largely different.Plus, I hate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107690380185012629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107690380185012629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107690380185012629' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107688425649487998</id><published>2004-02-15T16:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T16:33:32.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Much work to do . . .</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107688425649487998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107688425649487998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107688425649487998' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107687556531331754</id><published>2004-02-15T14:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T14:08:41.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So . . . killing time until a certain door is shut and I can safely walk down the hall to the bathroom so that I may take a shower . . . </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107687556531331754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107687556531331754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107687556531331754' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107683405981490159</id><published>2004-02-15T02:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T02:36:54.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, today was filled with glorious quotes, many of them unfit to print.  But here's a few safe ones of the lot:"Barbie and Ken broke up?  Next thing you know, they'll announce that Mr and Mrs Potatohead had a falling out and Mr Potatohead's penis was replaced with his nose!"  (Me)Um, actually that's all I can remember right now.  Just one.  Go fig.Ordered four books from Amazon, but at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107683405981490159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107683405981490159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107683405981490159' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107675735630130166</id><published>2004-02-14T05:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T05:18:30.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>With much effort, my tetrahedron origami piece is complete and looking good.At around 3:30 AM, my room was visited.  It was Maya!  I received a small bag of chocolate and a little card with a very cute and meaningful message.  (The message means quite a lot to me - she said some very kind things.)  She said that in Japan, it is the tradition for girls to give candy to their girl friends and to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107675735630130166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107675735630130166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107675735630130166' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107674920623047224</id><published>2004-02-14T02:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T03:02:40.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am severely disturbed by many things.  First thing is this - I realized just how difficult it is for me to trust any one person - made even more so by recent fallings out.  Two seemingly minor things occurred today (yesterday, technically) that made me realize that people regard me as a bit of a joke.  Go figure.It being Valentine's Day (today, I mean, but I did this yesterday, which seems </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107674920623047224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107674920623047224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107674920623047224' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107673893301426909</id><published>2004-02-14T00:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T00:11:26.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love Korea!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107673893301426909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107673893301426909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107673893301426909' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107673346312885604</id><published>2004-02-13T22:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T22:40:16.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At least my story is a success:  http://www.fictionpress.com/read.php?storyid=1524170   Three reviews already!  (And please, don't read anything else on my collection . . . it's not great writing.  It's very old and kind of stupid.  Well, "Only Your Heart Can Guide You" is okay, and so is "Used" but other than those, it's basically crap.)Meh.  I feel lousy because of . . . well . . . it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107673346312885604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107673346312885604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107673346312885604' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107666732465532903</id><published>2004-02-13T03:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T04:17:57.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Quote-ish time!"I'm an Elementary Education Major!  Because I'm sensitive . . . or a pedophile." (Mick)Rich: "There's just something about Asian boys that make them adorable." Me: *nods emphatically*Mick: "blah blah blah (some politcal stuff)"Me: "So Katie, how's your spleen?""So what would you do if there was a guy and he really liked you and wanted to date you and you found out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107666732465532903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107666732465532903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107666732465532903' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107657128621891513</id><published>2004-02-12T01:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T01:37:16.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy shit, I just cannot get over that dream.  It's so poignant and makes me seriously wonder about everything.  Especially one very key thing.  Remember the part about how all my closest friends were ignoring me - the more important they are to me, the less they spoke to me, the less they recognized me?  And how the people on the stairs are all the indifferent people in my life and the kindest</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107657128621891513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107657128621891513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107657128621891513' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107656922202779380</id><published>2004-02-12T00:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T01:02:53.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I</title><summary type='text'>Isaiah, why the FUCK do you read my journal.  You have absolutely NO RIGHT.  You don't care at all, you just do it to spite me.  Well, congratulations, you little fucktard, it worked!  Are you proud, are you happy, do you GET OFF on it?  And don't kid yourself by posting as "anomynous" because you aren't . . . I have my own little ways of knowing if you visit.  (Plus, you can't even spell worth a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107656922202779380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107656922202779380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107656922202779380' title='I'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107656872969401187</id><published>2004-02-12T00:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T00:54:40.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, I nearly forgot.  (Everyone else DID completely forget.)Happy half birthday to me . . . Summer birthdays suck.  No one will remember when my birthday is.  No one will care.  Goddammit, that's how I live my life . . . without a care.  Fuck you, everyone who thinks I'm angsty.  FUCK.  YOU.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107656872969401187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107656872969401187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107656872969401187' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107656089856318657</id><published>2004-02-11T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T22:44:09.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's nothing more . . . uh, uncomfortable than wandering your happy little way into the bathroom and seeing two people MAKING OUT!  Naturally, you can't just go in there and have a pee, because they'll get all uncomfortable, sucking face while someone's pissing.  But it also looks a little funny when you just turn tail and run, giggling the whole time, which is what I did.  Basically, you have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107656089856318657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107656089856318657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107656089856318657' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107655528758245114</id><published>2004-02-11T21:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T21:10:38.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*sings*I am full of hatredYes I am!I am full of miseryYes I am!I am full of distrustYes I am!I am full of abnormalities!!What?Yes I am!What?Yes I am!YEP!*end short, disturbing song with clowns*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107655528758245114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107655528758245114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107655528758245114' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107653098624327363</id><published>2004-02-11T14:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T14:25:36.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I</title><summary type='text'>I had the strangest dreams last night.  This is number one on the "weird" list.  Strange thing is, they all seemed so real I woke up wondering if it had happened.First of all, my family came to visit and so did Yoko.  In fact, everyone who's ever been important to me was here.  And they all stayed on 3rd Maria.  3rd Maria was a bit different than usual; the room on the end was this massively </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107653098624327363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107653098624327363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107653098624327363' title='I'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107648650337476200</id><published>2004-02-11T01:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T02:04:13.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I'm allowed to have a bit of angst every now and then, right?  Is that okay?  Is that okay, everyone who thinks I shouldn't have emotions?  Is that okay, people who think I read too much into myself?  Is that okay, everyone who doesn't understand themself so when other people make attempts to understand themselves, they yell at them?  Is that okay?I am pissed off at the general </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107648650337476200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107648650337476200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107648650337476200' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107645850070299703</id><published>2004-02-10T18:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T18:17:29.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!Here is how you matched up against all the levels:LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)Very LowLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)HighLevel 2 (Lustful)LowLevel 3 (Gluttonous)ModerateLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)LowLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)HighLevel 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Very HighLevel 7</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107645850070299703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107645850070299703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107645850070299703' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107644877601421541</id><published>2004-02-10T15:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T15:35:24.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, what a culture-packed day.  Woke up bright and early (6:30) to finish my project on South Korea then dashed off to campus to meet up with Matt and actually DO the presentation.  During class, a guy came from the University of Sonchunghyang in South Korea and, well, I think I'll be studying abroad two years instead of just one.  At this University, for international students, tuition and room</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107644877601421541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107644877601421541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107644877601421541' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107641883622311364</id><published>2004-02-10T07:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T07:16:24.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I either have a lot to say right now or almost nothing.  Let's see how this flows . . .Whole weekend was entirely uneventful.  Saturday, I hung out with Teresa and Erin in the evening and we watched 2 Fast 2 Furious and ate pizza.  The other people there were Greg, Sabina, Rachel, and Rachel's boyfriend Will.  The movie was fairly good - better than I would have thought.  Sunday was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107641883622311364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107641883622311364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107641883622311364' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107622201454590566</id><published>2004-02-08T00:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T00:35:59.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hope someone will inform Emily that I will kill her on sight.  She has gotten me addicted to Neopets, thus I have done virtually nothing all day long except for play with my Neopet.  Currently: "studying" Japanese (actually listening to Ayumi Hamasaki)Kinda bored, but I have Neopets.Things I must accomplish:* work on SK report and email Matt . . . (he's probably wondering if I died)* </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107622201454590566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107622201454590566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107622201454590566' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107607892027060171</id><published>2004-02-06T08:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T08:51:02.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh. And.My computer hates me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107607892027060171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107607892027060171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107607892027060171' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107607889964805062</id><published>2004-02-06T08:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T08:50:42.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, hmm.  I had quite the day yesterday.It all began, I suppose, with waking up.  I woke up and the day began as normal.  Actually, the whole day was normal.  I just built it up for everyone expecting something grand.Classes were exceptionally boring, except for Japanese, which always manages to be fun.  Before class, I told everyone that our test was in fact on Tuesday instead of Monday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107607889964805062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107607889964805062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107607889964805062' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107599638046340603</id><published>2004-02-05T09:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T09:55:22.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh my god!  That girl is driving me nuts!  Yoko keeps IMing me in the wee hours of the morning and I miss her!  I wake up to my MSN Messenger blinking orange and I think, "Okay, what moron thinks I'll respond at that time?" and it's crazy Yoshiko.  She says "Happy Holiday" but what holiday is it?  Thursday, February 5 . . . Feb. 5, Feb 5. . . . cannot think of anything.  I'll check on this.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107599638046340603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107599638046340603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107599638046340603' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107595985642176162</id><published>2004-02-04T23:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T23:46:37.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just drank 16.9 ounces of water in about five minutes and now I've got that intense feeling of "oh geez, i should not have done that."  But then I'm oh-so-thirsty and water quenches that but then I get that bloatiness and just go "ehhhhhh."  There was really no point to that anecdote, but oh well.  No one really cares, do they?I'm struck lately by how people think everything they do matters</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107595985642176162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107595985642176162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107595985642176162' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107594160405228065</id><published>2004-02-04T18:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T18:42:24.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I keep listening to the same song over and over.  It's by Ayumi Hamasaki and I think it's called "I Am" but I'm not sure exactly.  It's very gorgeous, very slow and mellow - which has been my set mood over the last week.  Proof: Something bugged me so much yesterday I was literally going insane inside my head but I didn't do anything.Goddammit, I keep fidgeting and can't pay attention to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107594160405228065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107594160405228065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107594160405228065' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107586783333965331</id><published>2004-02-03T22:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T22:12:53.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>::::massive eye roll::::</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107586783333965331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107586783333965331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107586783333965331' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107585873196359219</id><published>2004-02-03T19:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T19:41:11.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meh, I was so hyper about an hour ago, now I'm really sluggish and depressed for no reason . . .  Had a good day though.I was talking with Maya about American teenage tendencies, such as "unnecessary drama."  That was the exact phrase I used and she asked me what I meant and I explained with a bit of a pantomime: "Oh my god! I don't know if he likes me!  I can't believe she said that!  Oh I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107585873196359219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107585873196359219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107585873196359219' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107582427554743768</id><published>2004-02-03T09:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T10:06:54.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been so into Ayumi Hamasaki's music lately - she has this gorgeous voice and just sings with this strange passion you don't find much in American singers.  She also has these enormous eyes and is a really gorgeous person.   I've also been listening to Utada Hikaru, and have this music video of her and she looks like Hiroko a little bit.  I should tell Hiroko this and see what she says.  (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107582427554743768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107582427554743768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107582427554743768' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107578963478108326</id><published>2004-02-03T00:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T00:29:33.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so retarded.  Writer's block stuck me so hard this weekend that I was left without a column for this week.  Bah.  And because I concentrated so deeply on a passionate column, I completely forgot about a comic . . . I had a great punchline too.  Eh.  I shall now relay a short story.My great aunt and uncle have this funny little hobby of searching for family members on Google.  Curiously </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107578963478108326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107578963478108326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107578963478108326' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107570405200003810</id><published>2004-02-02T00:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T00:43:08.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, boy howdy.  I guess I can let out my news now.As of today, all my stuff has gone through and I have gotten a job working for the Strib as an Editorial columnist.  It doesn't pay well, but there is advancement easily.  This happened about a week ago and I also made the decision to quit school here.  No more WSU!  Yay!  I even talked to Admissions and the proper people in Housing about this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107570405200003810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107570405200003810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107570405200003810' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107569912351980908</id><published>2004-02-01T23:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T23:21:00.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a long and tiresome day!  Just finished with laundry, after hanging out with Teresa and Erin and making sexual innuendo out of just about everything.  My article for Wednesday is nearly non-existant.  I have three tries, but my writer's block is just terrible right now.  So, as of this minute . . . l'article n'est pas existant . . .Je ne voudrais pas réparation l'amitié, il ne tient pas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107569912351980908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107569912351980908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107569912351980908' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107562062633223149</id><published>2004-02-01T01:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T01:32:41.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, and why are you trying to destroy everything for me?  I heard you even went to Teresa, saying "oh, we should hang out more!" and a bunch of crap like that.  Are you TRYING to horn in on my friendships so that you can derive some sick pleasure from destroying me?  Because, you should know, I'm indestructible.  You can't bring me down.  Not with your words, not with a glare, not with your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107562062633223149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107562062633223149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107562062633223149' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107559338206163588</id><published>2004-01-31T17:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T17:58:36.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OH yeah, almost forgot one thing . . . You said that I win.  Heh heh, time for a victory dance!*dances*Back to my victorious lifestyle!  la la la la*more dance*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107559338206163588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107559338206163588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107559338206163588' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107545220511249763</id><published>2004-01-30T02:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T02:45:37.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dude, Justin, your comment sincerely meant a lot.  People rarely tell me things like that.  That was really kind of you to say that.  Thank you so much!Ah, I think illness is approaching . . . i definitely have a bit of a cold and have been so much more tired that usual.  (Fell asleep at 8PM and woke up at around 2:30 AM . . . still tired and sleeping again till 8 AM.)  Mmm, and apparently good</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107545220511249763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107545220511249763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107545220511249763' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107542390065477118</id><published>2004-01-29T18:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T18:53:52.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, I went on a bit of a downloading spree.  I didn't find what I was looking for, so I gave up.  In the end,  I wound with free Dead AIM and AIMX.  Both extroardinary programs, especially AIMX (not the real name of the program . . . I don't want to give this away).  AIMX allows me to seriously fuck with people on AIM - I can link them to sites and when they click on the link their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107542390065477118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107542390065477118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107542390065477118' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107542237217323890</id><published>2004-01-29T18:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T18:28:24.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh my gosh!  Sugiyama-sensee handed out a brochure about Akita today and it just re-sparked my enthusiasm for my foreign exchange trip!  Originally, I was going to go in Spring (because of my paltry GPA) and that would be around April, but Sugiyama-sensee said if it was possible, would I want to go in the Winter?  I said of course!Plus, lunch today with Maya was fascinating.  We were talking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107542237217323890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107542237217323890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107542237217323890' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107535879653781644</id><published>2004-01-29T00:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T00:50:01.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life is so much more interesting when I don't have to hang out with excruciatingly boring people.  A typical day with them ("them" - see: people that suck) would involve lounging around, occasionally suggesting something, having it shot down, etc.  Yet now, things are quite different.  These new people are actually capable of compliments, instead of relying on insults to gain points from each </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107535879653781644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107535879653781644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107535879653781644' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107533780270292150</id><published>2004-01-28T18:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T18:58:53.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I once gave a speech, solely on BSing a speech.  Ironically, i planned and rehearsed it carefully."  (me)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107533780270292150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107533780270292150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107533780270292150' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107533768973873730</id><published>2004-01-28T18:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T18:57:00.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yo Carl - did you read the section in my previous entry about the video game offer?  That is so cool and I thought instantly of you when that happened.  I'll keep you posted on such information.Today was, for lack of better words, FUCKING COLD.  I had to walk to some stupid councelling center and today was not the best day to make the first trip.  Reason #1: I had no idea where the place was, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107533768973873730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107533768973873730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107533768973873730' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107525078254383732</id><published>2004-01-27T18:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T18:06:00.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Then, lunch with Maya and Yoshi. Turns out Yoshi will not be here next year (off to LA for him!) so Maya and I protested this. Then he commented that the tuition in California is about two million dollars. After a raised eyebrow and a lot of laughing at his expense, he figured that he meant $20,000. Wacky Japanese number system.Then, I met up with Erin and it was off to Art, which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107525078254383732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107525078254383732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107525078254383732' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107518981632167597</id><published>2004-01-27T01:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T01:52:24.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>currently listening to &gt;&gt;&gt;"Songs to Bring a Smile to Your Face" compiled by Al Gore</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107518981632167597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107518981632167597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107518981632167597' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107475271421617532</id><published>2004-01-22T00:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T00:27:16.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going to write yet another poem.. . . nope never mind, nothin doin</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107475271421617532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107475271421617532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107475271421617532' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107475251689197094</id><published>2004-01-22T00:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T00:23:58.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Once upon a midnight drearyWhile I porn surfed, weak and weary, Over many a strange and spurious site . . . of ' hot  xx galore'. While I clicked my fav'rite bookmark, Suddenly there came a warning, And my heart was filled with mourning, . . . mourning for my dear amour, "’Tis not possible," I muttered, "Give me back my free hardcore!". . . quoth the server, 404.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107475251689197094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107475251689197094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107475251689197094' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107368644929010834</id><published>2004-01-09T16:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T16:14:29.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHAT HAPPENED?Someone hacked into stuff, and when I went to my blog, it said "AARON'S BIBLE" or some crap like that.  Then there was all this religious shit and now I am changing ALL my passwords.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107368644929010834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107368644929010834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107368644929010834' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107361395759170139</id><published>2004-01-08T20:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T20:06:17.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A funny quote."And you! Weren't you using your dragon to light farts the other day?" "You saw that?""The whole castle saw it!!"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107361395759170139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107361395759170139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107361395759170139' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107360207348099635</id><published>2004-01-08T16:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T16:48:13.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well </title><summary type='text'>Well, enjoy it.  The days of my blog are counting down.  Tomorrow will be the last dayI have a new one and will give no one the URL.  Neither will I read anyone's blog.  I desire this new piece of privacy and separation - public blogs depress me . . . Oh, and hair stuff tomorrow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107360207348099635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107360207348099635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107360207348099635' title='Well '/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107359614349893997</id><published>2004-01-08T15:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T15:09:23.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mm, it's a great thing, getting fan mail.  I got the first piece of fan mail that i have recieved in months, mayhap a year.  I used to get quite a lot of it, but since my art has waned, so has the mail thinned out.  And since I've gradually been doing more and posting more, I guess that fan mail is coming back!  Yay!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107359614349893997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107359614349893997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107359614349893997' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107358811726317225</id><published>2004-01-08T12:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T12:55:36.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I looked out the window and Tina (or is it Christy, I can't tell) is just staring straight ahead.  So is Jesse.  I looked for both Xena and Jack, but they are not to be found and they would just be sleeping anyway.  Animals are infinitely boring.Ever have a dream about a person and then wake up extremely interested in that person?  I think it's funny - not funny ha ha, but funny strange.Thank</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107358811726317225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107358811726317225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107358811726317225' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107358241166837473</id><published>2004-01-08T11:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T11:20:31.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, once I get the cast off my arm, I can do my own private written journal.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107358241166837473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107358241166837473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107358241166837473' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107354104324383921</id><published>2004-01-07T23:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T23:51:02.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mmm, I suddenly am majorly pissed off.  I should avoid, um no, not going to say.  Too many people read this.This journal will be ended in about a week and I will have a new one that I will not give the link to anyone.  I'm sorry, I just can't take the stress of people reading my thoughts.  Plus, I won't read anyone else's journal . . . it's not good for me anymore.  Everyone says so many </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107354104324383921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107354104324383921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107354104324383921' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107354011829568229</id><published>2004-01-07T23:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T23:35:37.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, two new pics on the site.  Please check them out.  One is for Stacy.  The other is just cool.Go either to http://delyera.tripod.com  &lt;= my siteor to http://www.mediaminer.org/fanart and search for "delyera" and you can see my stuff!  Go to both and have double the fun.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107354011829568229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107354011829568229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107354011829568229' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107350356575466104</id><published>2004-01-07T13:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T13:26:25.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to World Market for the first time today - it's such a cool store.  I had to resist everything.  I was really looking for some Pocky, which is this Japanese candy I've heard about, but I didn't find any.  I bought a bar of French chocolate for my mom, some holiday German chocolate that was on sale, some British holiday crackers (you know, the things that explode, and another set of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107350356575466104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107350356575466104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107350356575466104' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107349221801155408</id><published>2004-01-07T10:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T10:17:17.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, I am going to write the complete page 162 of Brian's autobiography.  (Of course, by me writing it, it effectively nullifies the term "autobiography" but what can you do?)"and after he overcame that STD, many new challenges presented themselves to him.That same year, Brian decided he no loner needed a pinky finger on his left hand and had it amputated.  Doctors replaced the limb in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107349221801155408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107349221801155408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107349221801155408' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107345430765856604</id><published>2004-01-06T23:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T23:45:26.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some quotes:"but after he overcame that STD, a new challenge presented itself to Brian Kibler."  (excerpt from page 162 of Brian's autobiography . . . at least what I suggested he should write.)"Okay, you Canadian.  Just wait a little bit . . . I will beat you up."  (Heeyeon)Funny stuff!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107345430765856604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107345430765856604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107345430765856604' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107342489582662498</id><published>2004-01-06T15:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T15:35:15.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Quotes</title><summary type='text'>More quotes for your enjoyment.Me: "Ask Timmy.  He eats poo from the shower."Timmy: "Yeah, cuz it cooks."Me, playing with 'Illustrated Brian and Christopher': "Hi, my name is Brian.  Hi, I'm Christopher.   Oh hi, Christopher, what's up?  Nothing, Brian.  Do you want to go shopping, Christopher?  Sure, Brian.  I bought you a parasol Christopher.  SIIIIIIIIIINGIN' in the rain!!!"Chrstopher: "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107342489582662498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107342489582662498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107342489582662498' title='More Quotes'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107333901682878071</id><published>2004-01-05T15:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T15:43:55.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's something guaranteed to reacquaint you with your lunch.www.happytreefriends.comMore fun than a stick!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107333901682878071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107333901682878071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107333901682878071' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107333890109294324</id><published>2004-01-05T15:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T15:41:59.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's something guaranteed to re-acquaint you with your lunch . . . www.happytreefriends.comMore fun than a stick!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107333890109294324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107333890109294324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107333890109294324' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107327526925503258</id><published>2004-01-04T21:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T22:01:28.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I watched Queer Eye for the Straight Guy with Brian.  When it was done, he said, "Those guys are so gay."  I said, "That's the idea."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107327526925503258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107327526925503258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107327526925503258' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107327121757642449</id><published>2004-01-04T20:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T20:53:56.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the world of writing, there is a technique of exposition called "elephant in the room."  You describe something by not talking about it.  Think of it this way.  There is a party and there is an elephant there.  The elephant is taking up a lot space, eating nuts out of the bowl, and generally making a nuisance of itself.  Yet, no one in the room talks about it because, of course, mentioning the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107327121757642449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107327121757642449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107327121757642449' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107325664724180451</id><published>2004-01-04T16:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T16:51:06.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A few quotes to summarize the last few days: (some only certain people will understand)"It's too bad your heart is retarded and your mind can't feel; we definitely have a fucked up complex.""What do you want?""Well, I think it's good that you're so sad.  If you're this sad, it means something really good caused it.  Be thankful.  Is it pathetic that I learned that lesson from South Park?"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107325664724180451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107325664724180451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107325664724180451' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107315247690205994</id><published>2004-01-03T11:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T11:54:55.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.luckystarscattery.com/Potter.swfNo, not the trailer to the new Harry Potter movie, but darn funny.Bother bother bother bother bother</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107315247690205994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107315247690205994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107315247690205994' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107310703631365003</id><published>2004-01-02T23:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T23:17:34.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I accidentally published that twice, but don't care enough to fix it.  Plus, I realized I gave away a spoiler to Last Samurai.  That just goes to show you all not to read my journal.  I think I'll do this - go see movies and give away spoilers so no one will read it anymore.And I stepped on a sticker, which sucked.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107310703631365003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107310703631365003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107310703631365003' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107310383333820777</id><published>2004-01-02T22:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T22:28:27.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Speculations on LotR: RotK . . . I know this is a little past due, but I was just thinking.Notice the look Elrond has on his face during the coronation, and add in this dialogue: Random elf: Dude, your daughter's so going to get some tonight. Elrond: Shut UP, dude.(Would that not be hilarious?)Also. The whole "you carry the ring, I'll carry you" thing, well, I got to thinking. What if they</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107310383333820777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107310383333820777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107310383333820777' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107309386922106429</id><published>2004-01-02T19:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T19:38:07.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nothing to say.  Deal with it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107309386922106429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107309386922106429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107309386922106429' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107292371611091769</id><published>2003-12-31T20:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T20:22:13.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey, I did like Katie and made a quiz, check out my side links!  Everyone take it!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107292371611091769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107292371611091769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107292371611091769' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107285175433426504</id><published>2003-12-31T00:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T00:22:52.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For those of you who don't read my blog thoroughly, read this for sure.  It's a story for the books.  I will start from the beginning.Dora called me and asked me if I wanted to go to a karaoke bar with her tonight.  I told her sure, and proceeded on my dandy way to "Time Out" in Elk River, a place I'd never heard of but could probably find easily.Well, Dora's father is notorious for being </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107285175433426504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107285175433426504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107285175433426504' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107282778232055902</id><published>2003-12-30T17:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T17:43:19.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Timmy and my dad are leaving on their second pointless errand of the day.  They'll be announcing their engagement any day now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107282778232055902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107282778232055902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107282778232055902' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107282724767360821</id><published>2003-12-30T17:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T17:34:25.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My parents refuse to go grocery shopping.  Today's dinner was boca burgers.  We didn't have bread or cheese, so it was plain boca burgers . . . a really bad meal.  And since we are out of macaroni and cheese and soup and sandwich meat and jelly and bread and anything we can eat for lunch, I told my dad we should go grocery shopping.  So he proceeded to get out the bread making supplies and is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107282724767360821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107282724767360821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107282724767360821' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107280996067544447</id><published>2003-12-30T12:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T12:46:17.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, AND - thanks for posting on my tagboard, even if it was just to humor my multiple requests.  I am using it as some sort of communication between people and evidently there is a "lack of communication."I'm so bitchy and cynical because I'm SO BORED.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107280996067544447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107280996067544447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107280996067544447' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107280965296734125</id><published>2003-12-30T12:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T12:41:10.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is absolutely nothing to do here.  I complain about this every single day, but it doesn't change.  I don't possess enough motivation to actually CALL anyone, everyone in my family is working all the time (except Timmy, and my dad - who took the week off) so no one's around (except those two and I don't like to spend time with them . . .) and I'm forced to just sit at the computer most of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107280965296734125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107280965296734125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107280965296734125' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107272614271158160</id><published>2003-12-29T13:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T13:29:19.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is turning out fairly decentLast night, I watched "Fiddler on the Roof" and, while it wasn't exactly like my high school's production, I enjoyed it a lot.  (I might have to make everyone watch it - Katie and Stacy, at least, would enjoy it.)  They cut out the "Rumors" scene, which I liked a lot - it was second onliy to "To Life."  The guy who played Tevye matched my expectations, but I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107272614271158160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107272614271158160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107272614271158160' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107266838763084902</id><published>2003-12-28T21:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T21:26:44.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I sit at the computer desk, eyes half open.  Not from tiredness - no, I've slept enough.  The baggy eyes are from pure boredom.  Today (and yesterday and the day before, and most likely every day for the next few weeks) consisted of me wandering between my room, the family room, the bathroom, and the kitchen.  There is really nothing to do here, save for the internet.  I decided to make a new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107266838763084902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107266838763084902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107266838763084902' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107265949468061949</id><published>2003-12-28T18:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T18:58:31.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>T'as une tęte a faire sauter les plaques d'egouts!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107265949468061949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107265949468061949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107265949468061949' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107263305955089165</id><published>2003-12-28T11:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T11:37:56.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm basically posting because I forgot what the French word for Sunday is.  Why won't anyone leave me a message on my tagboard?  It turns out it was a waste of time, me setting that up and such, because no one uses it!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107263305955089165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107263305955089165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107263305955089165' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107254957007713280</id><published>2003-12-27T12:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T12:26:26.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I think I'm going to format my journal a bit differently.  I'm going to write it like a real journal, and not like some public service announcement.  It's more fun to write it like a real journal.  But I'm afraid I might get carried away with this idea and offend people.  So maybe I'll write poetry and be effectively elusive to everything.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107254957007713280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107254957007713280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107254957007713280' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107254922017067794</id><published>2003-12-27T12:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T12:20:36.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Does anyone have these books?  (a) A Pocket Guide to Public Speaking and (b) Thomas-Kilmann's Conflict Mode Instrument. My friend Maki wants to buy them, so if you have them, let me know, and I'll tell her.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107254922017067794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107254922017067794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107254922017067794' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107248223203741125</id><published>2003-12-26T17:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T17:44:08.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I believe I told you to stop being annoying."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107248223203741125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107248223203741125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107248223203741125' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107247242045531043</id><published>2003-12-26T14:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T15:00:37.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Third time trying this message.  I'm too bitchy for you guys.]I realized that I can't type anything suitable to leave here.  I have a lot of pent-up anger that is un-releasable on my journal because I might hurt fragile, vulnerable little people.  Well, it's away I go.  I'm going to enjoy my life at home while I can, because I have a feeling that returning to college will come a lot sooner </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107247242045531043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107247242045531043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107247242045531043' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107241364034205615</id><published>2003-12-25T22:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T22:40:56.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What.The fuck.Ever.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107241364034205615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107241364034205615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107241364034205615' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107240593871501401</id><published>2003-12-25T20:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T20:32:34.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dur de dur dur</title><summary type='text'>So um, let's see.  There is a lack of anything new in anyone's journal and a lack of anything at all in one person's journal.  Did you do this because you didn't realize anyone knew about it?  I'd appreciate some feedback on this and maybe you can explain some things to me that I don't understand, because evidently there's a lot.Oh and as for winter break plans?  My plans consist of sitting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107240593871501401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107240593871501401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107240593871501401' title='Dur de dur dur'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107240512914197749</id><published>2003-12-25T20:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T20:19:05.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, I'm hoping everyone really likes this stuff that I did with my blog.  I worked really, really hard on it.  Like the art?  Oh, there's a tag board, please leave me a message and/or comments on this new stuff.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107240512914197749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107240512914197749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107240512914197749' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107238633983308050</id><published>2003-12-25T15:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T15:05:56.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Urm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107238633983308050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107238633983308050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107238633983308050' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107238567860789328</id><published>2003-12-25T14:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T14:54:54.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dude, so in my infinite boredom and time spent, I stumbled across Isaiah's journal, and have but one reply: GET OVER YOURSELF.  You're not worthless so quit using your lack of ambition as an attention magnet.  We don't pity you, we're mostly disappointed.  Geez.Brian has taken to saying, "Am I right?" all of the time.  He'll say something and then look around and grin, then go, "Am I right?"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107238567860789328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107238567860789328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107238567860789328' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107236998840165984</id><published>2003-12-25T10:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T10:33:24.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Geh.  So Christmas is over.  This is my general haul:- many clothes, including 2 sweaters, a sweatshirt, a button up shirt, and two other shirts, oh and socks- shampoo and body wash and lotion- DVDs: Old School (from Brian), Fiddler on the Roof, one I don't remember, and Special Ed. Battle Royale (from myself to myself)- PS2 games: Tekken Tag Tournament, DDR Max2 and new pad- pretend fish </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107236998840165984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107236998840165984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107236998840165984' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107236223394418511</id><published>2003-12-25T08:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T08:24:10.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I will now regail (sp?) you with the events that transpired yesterday.  I am much obliged to do so.Well, actually nothing's interesting until about church. We left for the supposed 11:00 service at 10:25, which I thought was incredibly stupid because we only live six minutes from church and why did we need to leave so early?  Plus, we got there and discovered that the service, in fact, did </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107236223394418511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107236223394418511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107236223394418511' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107231503217668874</id><published>2003-12-24T19:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T19:17:28.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY GOD</title><summary type='text'>So this is my best transcription of this morning transpirations . . .I woke up at around eight AM to the wonderful sound of my parents' spirited arguing.  The subject?  Me, of course.  It seems that whenever they're arguing about something non-trivial, it's about me.  I tried to ignore it, bu gave up in the end and wandered upstairs, announcing that they could at least have the courage to talk </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107231503217668874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107231503217668874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107231503217668874' title='OH MY GOD'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107224299955161132</id><published>2003-12-23T23:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T23:16:55.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh . . .</title><summary type='text'>Bleh, you guys, I'm bored.It doesn't seem Christmassy, but I know it is.  Christmas usually has this "feel" to it, but not this year.  What's so different, besides being at college and all that happy crappy?  Ooh well.  Dunno where the boys are, they must be "out" with "friends."  (Probably working late, though.  They don't have many friends.  Oh, got confirmation that they are working late.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107224299955161132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107224299955161132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107224299955161132' title='Sigh . . .'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107223902799217340</id><published>2003-12-23T22:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T22:10:43.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm soooo tired.  I made ginger snaps because my mom told me to and they look terrible so I haven't had the guts to try one.  Plus, apparently my parents CALLED Winona today, behind my back, and found out all my grades anyway.  They knew it all but pretended they didn't.  So I am on academic probation so if anyone expects to see any of me over the next semester you got another thing coming.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107223902799217340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107223902799217340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107223902799217340' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107222910348378271</id><published>2003-12-23T19:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T19:25:19.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I spent the night at Dora's house last night (she lives like a quarter mile from Tyler) and slept in a water bed, which was fun and very good sleep.  Then today I watched Lord of the Rings: FotR &amp; TT back to back and they were the extended editions so it was like a nine hour marathon.  Then when I got home, my dad started in on my grades (I will not be telling them about my GPA yet) and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107222910348378271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107222910348378271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107222910348378271' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107222736837458748</id><published>2003-12-23T18:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T18:56:23.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a 1.2 GPA . . . is this a very bad thing?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107222736837458748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107222736837458748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107222736837458748' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107195693295536012</id><published>2003-12-20T15:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T15:49:07.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Moment</title><summary type='text'>"Yoshi was born to ski."  (Brian, talking about Mario Party.  But this is still funny.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107195693295536012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107195693295536012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107195693295536012' title='Quote of the Moment'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107195340925742957</id><published>2003-12-20T14:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T14:50:23.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM SO BORED. (pt1)</title><summary type='text'>I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107195340925742957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107195340925742957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107195340925742957' title='I AM SO BORED. (pt1)'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954200.post-107195338378413591</id><published>2003-12-20T14:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T14:49:58.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM SO BORED. (pt2)</title><summary type='text'>AM</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107195338378413591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5954200/posts/default/107195338378413591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyera.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107195338378413591' title='I AM SO BORED. (pt2)'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17127800180522829149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
