<?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-8491915827747678373</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:17:20.843-07:00</updated><category term='NaBloPoMo'/><category term='test'/><category term='first'/><title type='text'>Я обезьянка ноль. [I'm Monkey Zero]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491915827747678373.post-7881599355147060935</id><published>2009-09-14T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T17:23:24.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey all.</title><content type='html'>Good god, how long, like months?! Jeezus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really got nothing to say, other than:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SHIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491915827747678373-7881599355147060935?l=kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/feeds/7881599355147060935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491915827747678373&amp;postID=7881599355147060935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/7881599355147060935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/7881599355147060935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-all.html' title='Hey all.'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491915827747678373.post-6693499865929679840</id><published>2009-02-09T21:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:17:36.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Trying out blogger buddy. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a windows app for my stupid vista sidebar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this works, I'll be genuinely surprised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491915827747678373-6693499865929679840?l=kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/feeds/6693499865929679840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491915827747678373&amp;postID=6693499865929679840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/6693499865929679840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/6693499865929679840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/2009/02/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491915827747678373.post-6461199254045352703</id><published>2009-01-04T20:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:24:51.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guh! [Back after a long absence.]</title><content type='html'>Not saying I'll update everyday like in November, but I'll update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOG'N ISH SRS. ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm going to go write something. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491915827747678373-6461199254045352703?l=kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/feeds/6461199254045352703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491915827747678373&amp;postID=6461199254045352703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/6461199254045352703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/6461199254045352703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/2009/01/guh-back-after-long-absence.html' title='Guh! [Back after a long absence.]'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491915827747678373.post-649259037950977837</id><published>2008-11-30T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T14:07:01.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Mr. DJ [FINALITY]</title><content type='html'>Wow. it's been a nutty ass month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12900 words left that i have to write. I was up until 6 am this morning writing; and if I can up my count to 37100, I can totally raise it to 50000 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to go now. I see you on the other side of NaNoWriMo, I let you all know if I won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491915827747678373-649259037950977837?l=kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/feeds/649259037950977837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491915827747678373&amp;postID=649259037950977837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/649259037950977837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/649259037950977837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-mr-dj-finality.html' title='Hey, Mr. DJ [FINALITY]'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491915827747678373.post-7594188108824512541</id><published>2008-11-29T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T20:09:27.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty Feet Long [Cool Down]</title><content type='html'>Well, this is almost over. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NaNoWriMo is almost over too... and I still need 20000 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get to work. ;A;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me strength!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491915827747678373-7594188108824512541?l=kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/feeds/7594188108824512541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491915827747678373&amp;postID=7594188108824512541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/7594188108824512541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/7594188108824512541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/twenty-feet-long-cool-down.html' title='Twenty Feet Long [Cool Down]'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491915827747678373.post-1557435298924319437</id><published>2008-11-28T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T10:25:44.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into Yourself [Transfer]</title><content type='html'>I transferred my domain from Lycos to Webs.com, because I totally abhor lycos's domain handling. Webs' interface is much more user friendly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but domain transfers can take up to 7 days, unfortunately. Fortunately, I don't have to transfer a damn thing, not including the TC fansite, Vitals are critical. =3= That will have to be transferred from angelfire. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491915827747678373-1557435298924319437?l=kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/feeds/1557435298924319437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491915827747678373&amp;postID=1557435298924319437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/1557435298924319437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/1557435298924319437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/into-yourself-transfer.html' title='Into Yourself [Transfer]'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491915827747678373.post-7278336047820761409</id><published>2008-11-27T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T19:06:17.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving [The Skyscraper of Iron and Steel]</title><content type='html'>Today wasn't that bad. I got up at eight-ish and fixed my problems with firefox, then my mom stopped by to tell me that she bought cake so we could sit up and watch the parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I still do that. It's fun. Leave me alone. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke my sister up and we watched it together with my dad. My mom was doing other stuff. My sister wants a DS for Christmas. She played mine all day. It died twice. (Must need a new battery... or maybe a proper charge. xD ) I'm totally getting her Elite Beat Agents. TOTALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My food was pretty good. I don't eat a lot of meats (cow, pork, veal, turkey...), so I ate fish, stuffing and broccoli. I also ate rolls. All in all, it was a pretty awesome dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm tired as hell from the itis... I'm thinking of going to bed. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491915827747678373-7278336047820761409?l=kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/feeds/7278336047820761409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491915827747678373&amp;postID=7278336047820761409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/7278336047820761409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/7278336047820761409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-skyscraper-of-iron-and.html' title='Thanksgiving [The Skyscraper of Iron and Steel]'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491915827747678373.post-7966339945685177860</id><published>2008-11-26T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:38:49.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun day today! [Thunder Plains]</title><content type='html'>I went to go visit &lt;a href="http://silence1sntgolden.blogspot.com/"&gt;Megan&lt;/a&gt; in Philadelphia today. We walked around, hitting up some really super neat stores like FYE, Borders, Urban Outfitters, and Blick. Then we journeyed back to her dorm and hung out until we got picked up. I bought a Shin-chan "assdance" shirt, Bleach &lt;em&gt;"ALL COLOUR BUT THE BLACK"&lt;/em&gt; artbook, and a new Diana F+ camera. &lt;3 Yahhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guy gave Megan some potato rolls, and she didn't know what to do with them, so I put them on my head and danced; she took pictures on her webcam -  you can see the pictures of me on her blog. I look totally silly. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really awesome day today...! And tomorrow will be completely awesome. I'm getting up uber early to watch the parade. =3 Then turkey day. Yumyumyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("I may get F's, but &lt;em&gt;by God&lt;/em&gt;! I &lt;strong&gt;earn&lt;/strong&gt; them!" Waldo Geraldo Faldo, &lt;em&gt;Family Matters&lt;/em&gt;. lol, sounds like me. xDDDD)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491915827747678373-7966339945685177860?l=kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/feeds/7966339945685177860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491915827747678373&amp;postID=7966339945685177860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/7966339945685177860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/7966339945685177860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/fun-day-today-thunder-plains.html' title='Fun day today! [Thunder Plains]'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491915827747678373.post-5101888444368712756</id><published>2008-11-25T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:25:10.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obscure [Yell]</title><content type='html'>I want to punch someone. For real. Dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in other news, I'm excited about tomorrow! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491915827747678373-5101888444368712756?l=kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/feeds/5101888444368712756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491915827747678373&amp;postID=5101888444368712756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/5101888444368712756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/5101888444368712756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/obscure-yell.html' title='Obscure [Yell]'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491915827747678373.post-87158790964210805</id><published>2008-11-24T20:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:22:36.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gyuroeilwre</title><content type='html'>I fell asleep at 7:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491915827747678373-87158790964210805?l=kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/feeds/87158790964210805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491915827747678373&amp;postID=87158790964210805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/87158790964210805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/87158790964210805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/gyuroeilwre.html' title='gyuroeilwre'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491915827747678373.post-821017762030674892</id><published>2008-11-23T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T08:59:41.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Kung-Fu Wolf Bitch!</title><content type='html'>Title has nothing to do with anything. I've got nothing left to really talk about;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NaNoWriMo was lost this year, at least... I'm not winning now... and I need quite a few more words. I want to fryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cold. D=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491915827747678373-821017762030674892?l=kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/feeds/821017762030674892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491915827747678373&amp;postID=821017762030674892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/821017762030674892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/821017762030674892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/crazy-kung-fu-wolf-bitch.html' title='Crazy Kung-Fu Wolf Bitch!'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491915827747678373.post-6081472516201011369</id><published>2008-11-22T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T17:16:04.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hurt. [Magical child]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DIsdDrUY-0/SSiuIofHUBI/AAAAAAAAABA/bQL18rRNWvY/s1600-h/51lcUrGC6xL__SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My creative muscles have never hurt this bad before. I want to curl up and die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, my back hurts like crap. I have this kink in my back... and my wallet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought my sister's Christmas present today... but I also invested in something for myself... *shot'd!*&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DIsdDrUY-0/SSiutLbbKCI/AAAAAAAAABI/9vAzK0TRatc/s1600-h/51lcUrGC6xL__SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271655455022327842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DIsdDrUY-0/SSiutLbbKCI/AAAAAAAAABI/9vAzK0TRatc/s200/51lcUrGC6xL__SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so pretty! ...and &lt;em&gt;on sale&lt;/em&gt;! ----&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Rosalie's Necklace. (from Twilight). Not only was it made by the people who ACTUALLY made the jewelery for the movie, but it was twenty fucking dollars, on sale. (Originally 79.99. Yessssssss.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fucking love a bargain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491915827747678373-6081472516201011369?l=kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/feeds/6081472516201011369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491915827747678373&amp;postID=6081472516201011369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/6081472516201011369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/6081472516201011369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-hurt-magical-child.html' title='I hurt. [Magical child]'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DIsdDrUY-0/SSiutLbbKCI/AAAAAAAAABI/9vAzK0TRatc/s72-c/51lcUrGC6xL__SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491915827747678373.post-6370876933208807997</id><published>2008-11-21T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:29:49.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yakusoku [Ditched]</title><content type='html'>I think I was ditched again. I made plans to go to the movies with a friend. When I tried to get in touch to confirm the plans today, I didn't get any reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit like that makes me feel so lousy about myself. Like I wasn't worth their time or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fantards are ruining my movie. =/ I'm pretty sure the fucking thing is sold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be forced to see the damn thing with my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mom, &lt;/span&gt;because even though she'll let me roam around a crowded, probably burglar infested mall, she won't let me sit in a dark room guarded by cops and watching a fucking movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it. *rolls eyes* But anyway, I still feel really lousy about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go get a job or something. Maybe at Bath and Body works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or somewhere no one goes, so I can sit around and listen to music all day. Yeah, that'd be a sweet gig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491915827747678373-6370876933208807997?l=kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/feeds/6370876933208807997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491915827747678373&amp;postID=6370876933208807997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/6370876933208807997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/6370876933208807997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/yakusoku-ditched.html' title='Yakusoku [Ditched]'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491915827747678373.post-5055808262376840962</id><published>2008-11-21T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:35:25.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeeeeeeak, dude!</title><content type='html'>I missed a day! =&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I spent it doing something I loved - watching children's cartoons. =.=;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to update again tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491915827747678373-5055808262376840962?l=kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/feeds/5055808262376840962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491915827747678373&amp;postID=5055808262376840962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/5055808262376840962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/5055808262376840962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/weeeeeeeak-dude.html' title='Weeeeeeeak, dude!'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491915827747678373.post-4783251221350550347</id><published>2008-11-19T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T18:28:00.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Herzeleid [Heartache]</title><content type='html'>I've said it before and I'll say it again. I'm so fucking tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only got 20000 some words for NaNo, and I have to have 50000 soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm screwed, screwed, SCREWED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491915827747678373-4783251221350550347?l=kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/feeds/4783251221350550347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491915827747678373&amp;postID=4783251221350550347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/4783251221350550347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/4783251221350550347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/herzeleid-heartache.html' title='Herzeleid [Heartache]'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491915827747678373.post-1681224972459871662</id><published>2008-11-18T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:22:17.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake Star [Now I Can Die]</title><content type='html'>I spent my entire day by myself. Downstairs. Pretty much ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might have a seasonal depression disorder. When it gets cold, I get really depressed. And when it starts getting dark earlier, yeah, I get majorly depressed. Like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never want to get out of bed ever again, wake me up when it's spring&lt;/span&gt;". It does NOT help that I have the coldest room in the house, either, but I can deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm depressed though, I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; life. I hardly talk to anyone, ever. I have no boyfriend because of my fear of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lonely to the point where I want to assume the fetal position in bed and start crying until I fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone, something, just give me a sign that things will get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491915827747678373-1681224972459871662?l=kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/feeds/1681224972459871662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491915827747678373&amp;postID=1681224972459871662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/1681224972459871662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/1681224972459871662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/fake-star-now-i-can-die.html' title='Fake Star [Now I Can Die]'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491915827747678373.post-2611190301265605357</id><published>2008-11-17T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:54:15.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oroboros [dead tree]</title><content type='html'>Writing is hard. Writing is very hard. NaNoWriMo is soooo hard this year; I'm distracted as fuck by EVERYTHING ELSE. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;A; Heeeeeeeeeeeeelp give me ideas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491915827747678373-2611190301265605357?l=kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/feeds/2611190301265605357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491915827747678373&amp;postID=2611190301265605357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/2611190301265605357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/2611190301265605357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/oroboros-dead-tree.html' title='Oroboros [dead tree]'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491915827747678373.post-1840193168338829771</id><published>2008-11-16T19:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:14:41.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lullaby [Crazy deja vu]</title><content type='html'>...I'm fucking sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x///x;;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491915827747678373-1840193168338829771?l=kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/feeds/1840193168338829771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491915827747678373&amp;postID=1840193168338829771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/1840193168338829771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/1840193168338829771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/lullaby-crazy-deja-vu.html' title='Lullaby [Crazy deja vu]'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491915827747678373.post-9156057792032762836</id><published>2008-11-15T20:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:46:55.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PINK [to be pleased to know]</title><content type='html'>Went to a party. lololol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491915827747678373-9156057792032762836?l=kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/feeds/9156057792032762836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491915827747678373&amp;postID=9156057792032762836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/9156057792032762836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/9156057792032762836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/pink-to-be-pleased-to-know.html' title='PINK [to be pleased to know]'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491915827747678373.post-8810252530961493035</id><published>2008-11-14T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T17:00:02.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain [Why do I Feel So Alone?]</title><content type='html'>I realized something today when I was at the mall with my parents. Knowing I'm an adult by very legal means, my mother left me to wander the mall, alone. I was surrounded by people, but I was alone. Even now, I have people in my house, but I'm alone in life's crusade. I feel like life is a dark, cold tunnel and everyone has a blanket and a flashlight but me. I'm in the dark. I have been for a while; I've just been denying it. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends. I want their companionship. But college has stolen them all away. And since I haven't started college yet, I haven't made any new friends. I don't have a job yet either, so I'm basically fucked when it comes to social interaction. I have younger friends, but they're all at school as well. I feel really alone. I suppose it's the winter downs rearing their ugly heads, but... ugh. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time, I could find companionship in my parents and in my sister, but I feel like, somehow along the way, I lost it. I finally worked up the courage to admit to myself that I have attachment issues; I still need my parents. I still get upset; being separated from them. I worry about them. My parents are old, but they're still my everything, without them, I'd have nothing and no one; my sister is off doing other things and living her life. I know that no one has a guarantee, but as the song goes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want to miss a thing&lt;/span&gt;. I don't want to go through the rest of my life thinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I should have done this&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I should have done that&lt;/span&gt;. I don't want regrets, but I know that I'll always have them. They'll always be here, nagging at me in the back of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of myself. Everyone has always told me that I know who I am. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's great that you know who you are already. Not many kids can say that they do&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's great you found something you love. It's great that you know what you want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the first thing about myself. I just spend time giving other people advice. I listen to others. I confuse myself with my own advice - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm a hypocrite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - the worst kind of person imaginable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just go talk to him! Tell them how you feel! Speak up! Complain, for fuck's sake!&lt;/span&gt; All pieces of advice I'd given to others. But I don't listen to a damn thing I say. I don't "just go tell someone", I don't just "tell someone how I feel". I seldom "speak up". And unless I know you on a personal level, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; even dream of "complaining (for fuck's sake)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confuse myself. I tell myself I want to date people, but as soon as someone agrees to go out with me, I panic. I don't want anything to do with that man ever again; he's going to hurt me. He's going to hurt who I am. He's going to make me cry. And I don't even know why I think these things; I come from a wonderful family. I have two parents that love me. I have two parents that love each other with the fiery passions of one thousand burning suns. Why am I so afraid of commitment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This even happens with JOBS. I quit my job at the grocery store because it was a complete "inconvenience". Yeah, I only quit because I was afraid of the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people. I've always hate people. People, as a collective mass, are stupid creatures. I'll admit that even I, myself, am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt;, exceptionally stupid when put into a crowd. I hate people so very, very much. And I'm afraid of men in particular, which is strange... but not really considering who my last boyfriend was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I'd been friends with this boy since sophomore year, and in senior year, we finally decided to go out. But when at school, he called me names when he was in bad moods and overall just wound up hurting my feelings one time after another. He was emotionally distant, crude and all he wanted from me was sex... which he NEVER got.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand them better than women - whom I also hate. I can only write in the male perspective; my women are cliche, weak and overall just flat people who are stereotypical and just... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ugh&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know how I've convinced myself that "men are bad", because they aren't. Well, at least some of them aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a coward. That's all I know about myself. In all honesty, I'm just a big, fucking coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know myself. I thought I did for a long, long time. But I don't. I never have. I want to go to college, but I have no idea where; I'd have to commute, because there's no way I could - I know this sounds ultra dramatic - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;survive &lt;/span&gt;without being at home. I'm comfortable here. I'm not ready to venture out of this nest yet. I don't want to live with people I don't know. With people who don't know me. With people who wouldn't know what to do if my heart started to fail. If my heart stopped. If anything. My parents know everything about my heart defect. I'm not sure if anyone else is qualified to live with me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart defect is not something I am ashamed of. Nor is it something I'm going to readily tell someone at the drop of a hat. My gym teachers would treat me special, which, of course, made me feel upset. All the other kids told me that I was "lucky". Why was I "lucky"? Was I "lucky" because I was sick? Because no matter &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt; I wind up living in the future, I'll &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;have to travel back to Pemberton, New Jersey to the same hospital that operated on me when I was a child? Because I probably have quit a few years shaved off of my life because of said defect? Because my life long goal of becoming a mother might be thwarted? Yes, it's no big secret, I've always wanted a crazy amount of children. But I've always wanted some of them to be biologically my own. I have nothing against adoption. In fact, if I ever work up the courage to get married, I'm going to coerce my husband into adoption. But I want my own children. I may sound masochistic, but I want to feel that pain. I want my own children, I always have. I always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family has always told me that I don't seem to be bitter. Even though my heart defect has caused me nothing but trouble since my birth, I don't seem bitter. In a sense, I was lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only needed a single operation. It made my back crooked and gave me future problems, but I only needed a single operation. And I survived it. Another child, that day, did not. And the doctors had to console a grieving mother. I'm thankful that that child was not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the heart defect has left me with chronic migraines and a tendency for catching pneumonia every two or so years. (I think I'm due for it this year, actually.) I've had pneumonia eleven times, I believe. My last time was sophomore year... so yeah, I'm way past due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, blaaaagh. I'm done with being depressing. I got a lot out of today. I spent some time with my family. I found Wild Adapter 6, Fruits Basket 21 and I bought Prince of Tennis 18, on a whim... even though I only have 1, 2, and 4. I know enough about the series to know what's going on in volume 18. It's all good. While at Hall of Heroes, I bought a "Soul Candy" dispenser from Bleach. Chappy the Rabbit, I believe. It's so fucking cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also purchased the new Dir En Grey CD, Oroboros, from Hot Topic. *shot'd* It was the last one... and it was special edition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a new camera battery for my like, 30 year old, 35mm. It's a Chinon, 35 mm. I needed a 1/3N battery, so we went to Batteries Plus +, and I found it immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the crap, I talked about, I feel a lot better. I guess just letting it out is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, sorry about the lack of pictures. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491915827747678373-8810252530961493035?l=kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/feeds/8810252530961493035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491915827747678373&amp;postID=8810252530961493035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/8810252530961493035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/8810252530961493035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/rain-why-do-i-feel-so-alone.html' title='Rain [Why do I Feel So Alone?]'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491915827747678373.post-6000595682704352844</id><published>2008-11-13T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:16:19.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Science Show [MAD SCIENTIST]</title><content type='html'>I've been having a lot of sleep problems lately. I've been waking up earlier, but feeling sluggish by 5 or 6pm. Not cool, trust me. Not cool. It's like... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blaaaaaaagh&lt;/span&gt; from 6pm on. Then you want to pass out at 8, but push yourself to stay awake until 10, then at 10, you're completely awake and can't sleep until like... 5am. It's complete bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of complete bullshit, I haven't written my story in DAYS. It's because I had to take a break from it. Maxim and Faustina were NOT  cooperating... and Logan suddenly decided to start a food fight. And... I think Maxim might have a concussion from getting into a fight with his older brother, Callum, but I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'm cleaning Klavier's cages out and giving him the second doses of ivermectin for his possible mite infection. I've also picked out all the things he usually eats out of his foodmix and left in the stuff he doesn't generally eat. His itchiness might have something to do with his diet. He's started eating the other stuff, which is good. But he's still significantly itchy, which makes me worry about him having ulcerative dermatitis, which would suck because it's incurable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borders, of course, decided to have a Twilight Movie release party on the day of my friend's birthday party. =.=;;; I think I might be late for the birthday party, because I do want to drop by and see what's going on, but it's not the worst thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Oh. I want a 2008 Town and Country. Simply because it's got a table, swivel seats and televisions. I could live in that mother fucker.&lt;/strike&gt; (lol) But yeah. I can't sleep now. This whole messed up internal clock thing bloooooows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, tomorrow, I'm hoping to post some pictures. =3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491915827747678373-6000595682704352844?l=kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/feeds/6000595682704352844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491915827747678373&amp;postID=6000595682704352844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/6000595682704352844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/6000595682704352844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/science-show-mad-scientist.html' title='Science Show [MAD SCIENTIST]'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491915827747678373.post-563694226722622033</id><published>2008-11-12T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:03:25.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contagious [Whoa, whoa. Yeah, yeah.]</title><content type='html'>So yeah, went to the cardiologist and found out that all my worrying was, thankfully, for naught. (The doctor bruised my boob with the &lt;em&gt;echocardiogram&lt;/em&gt;  machine! D= )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Echocardiography"&gt;ECHO&lt;/a&gt; and an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Electrocardiogram"&gt;EKG&lt;/a&gt; and nothing abnormal showed up, so that's awesome. My mom and dad decided to have lunch with me, which was awesome, because we don't spend enough time together as a family. (This Christmas, I'm determined to have my entire immediate family (and possibly, Joanna's boyfriend) gather together for dinner... even if it kills me!) On the ride home, we all listen to Rammstein, fuck yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I just turned on the television, only to see a snowboarding chimpanzee movie. What the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;, man? Seriously. How lame can you get? Snowboarding monkeys. WT&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot to post today. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491915827747678373-563694226722622033?l=kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/feeds/563694226722622033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491915827747678373&amp;postID=563694226722622033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/563694226722622033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/563694226722622033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/contagious-whoa-whoa-yeah-yeah.html' title='Contagious [Whoa, whoa. Yeah, yeah.]'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491915827747678373.post-8270621408759027127</id><published>2008-11-11T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:47:42.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainstorm/Wind and Rain [Life or Pride]</title><content type='html'>So, I unceremoniously found out that my cardiologist appointment is, in fact, tomorrow. My mom brought my dad upstairs and he attempted to quell my fears. For some reason, this year, I've got myself convinced that they're going to find something wrong with me. He told me that they aren't and that every year, they haven't found anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't have to wear a halter monitor this year. =////=;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, it's Veteran's Day. Did you all thank your Veterans? I know I did. My father is a Veteran. After he cheered me up, he started down the stairs and my mom was like, "Yo~ Did you thank yer Veteran?" and then I shouted "thanks!" to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO EVERYONE GO OUT AND THANK YOUR VETERANS, DAMN IT! My father lost a leg for you, children. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Many other good men lost a lot more&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from it being Veteran's Day and my mother waiting angrily for the mail that was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; going to come today, it's my deceased grandfather's birthday. Happy birthday, Pop-pop! Love ya! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, NaNoWriMo is going amazing. By this time LAST YEAR, I only have 1000 some words. I have 12000, if you look over at my little sidepanel thing, my counter will confirm that. =3 And I've only made my MC drag his boss to a family picnic. xD ("WHY DO YOU HAVE AN ERECTION?!", "At least close your door before plowing your boss!", "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yaaay&lt;/span&gt;, memories!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I stayed up late looking up sedatives for my fanfic, The Fever. To make him a little more human, I made Klavier carry a fear of hospitals. So when he awoke in one, he freaked out. Tis also the chapter where Klavier and Ema kiss... albiet, Klavier's drugged up beyond belief and Ema's all like, "WTF?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=////= I'm upset about having to post it, since I added my own character into the mix, but I created him to pop up when medical crap arises and help move the story along. It's the longest chapter so far and I'm a little proud of myself. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I woke up an hour ago, I should probably go downstairs and eat something and get my blood flowing. I might just faint. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491915827747678373-8270621408759027127?l=kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/feeds/8270621408759027127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491915827747678373&amp;postID=8270621408759027127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/8270621408759027127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/8270621408759027127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/rainstormwind-and-rain-life-or-pride.html' title='Rainstorm/Wind and Rain [Life or Pride]'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491915827747678373.post-688244083457745750</id><published>2008-11-10T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T17:18:44.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dialogue Mix [Kamui &amp; Fuuma]</title><content type='html'>1. do you happen to be listening to your favourite artist/band right now?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. when's the last time you lent somebody cash?&lt;br /&gt;Lunch last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. have they returned it yet?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. so, are you happy with the outcome of the recent presidential election?&lt;br /&gt;Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. would you wear a t-shirt with paris hilton's face on it?&lt;br /&gt;GROOOOOOOOSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. do any of your close friends have married siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I do believe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. do you call them chucks, chuck taylors, or converses?&lt;br /&gt;All of em work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. do you always wonder if every designer bag you see people carrying is a fake?&lt;br /&gt;I've wondered. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. have you ever eaten raw salmon?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. =D Sushi plz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. have you ever stood under or behind a waterfall?&lt;br /&gt;)= No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. what's the most you would pay for a pair of jeans?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing over 50 bucks. I'm frugal with clothing. &gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. do you laugh at others' music tastes (if they're different from your own)?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, not usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. did/does your mom prepare your breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;Who eats &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;breakfast&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. what colour are your ear/headphones?&lt;br /&gt;Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. who takes out the garbage in your house?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, depends. I take out my own trash, my dad usually takes out the house-trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. have you ever picked flowers from a public park, whether it was allowed or not?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. does your best friend have dimples?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. who's your favourite youtube comedian?&lt;br /&gt;Liam Kyle Sullivan! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. what time is your alarm set for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;10:08am. Iunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. when's the last time you used a backpack?&lt;br /&gt;Last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. was there ever a point in your life when you TyPeD LikE THiS?&lt;br /&gt;I tried for a day nd got really pissed at how long it took to type a simple sentence.&lt;br /&gt;ThIs Is No WaY tO tAlK. NeVaR!!!!!! *shot'd*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. what's the longest you've gone without eating?&lt;br /&gt;Iunno. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. have you ever told a parent that you hated them in their face?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Quite a few times, I apologized afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. what was the coolest Halloween costume you saw most recently?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see many this year; but this little girl from my neighborhood was the most AMAZING mad scientist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. what colour was the last top you wore (before the one you're currently wearing)?&lt;br /&gt;Gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. do you have the patience to read a child a complete bedtime story?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I've had to before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. what are your plans for the rest of the day, or if it's night time, plans for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea. I've been living in the moment lately. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a boring life. D=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491915827747678373-688244083457745750?l=kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/feeds/688244083457745750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491915827747678373&amp;postID=688244083457745750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/688244083457745750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/688244083457745750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/dialogue-mix-kamui-fuuma.html' title='Dialogue Mix [Kamui &amp; Fuuma]'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491915827747678373.post-8548222402638621841</id><published>2008-11-09T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:06:33.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Полчаса [Half hour]</title><content type='html'>I haven't been feeling very wonderful lately. I've had a headache for the past few days, my shoulder and my knee hurt. Last night, I couldn't sleep because the pain was so annoying; I could feel it in the backs of my eyes. It was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up really late again today, told my mom I wasn't feeling well and went downstairs to eat. I ate about half a packet of ramen; I just couldn't choke it all down. I hate wasting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't get pneumonia again this year. That would totally suck. D=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491915827747678373-8548222402638621841?l=kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/feeds/8548222402638621841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491915827747678373&amp;postID=8548222402638621841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/8548222402638621841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/8548222402638621841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/half-hour.html' title='Полчаса [Half hour]'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491915827747678373.post-3519093896731330233</id><published>2008-11-08T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T14:44:58.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because, for me to know. [To know, and to laugh it off.]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have no idea why I'm so happy, but my Phoenix Wright kink meme request was seconded. It doesn't mean that my request for Klavier Gavin having chicken pox (don't ask. "Being sick/dying" fictionally, is one of my major kinks.) will ever be written (unless I do it myself and dislike the story because I wrote it, which defeats the purpose of REQUESTING. Dx )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inital pairing request was a straight (and for some strange reason, lesser liked...) pairing: Klavier x Ema. But I'm not picky at all with who takes care of Klavier; it could be Daryan or Apollo too. I'm hoping it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Daryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, because Klavier/Apollo does NOT sit well with me for some reason. (I think it's because of Apollo himself; I just can't see him getting together with Gavin... Iunno why.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;;A; Not everyone in the Ace Attorney game is gaaaaay.&lt;/strike&gt; *shot'd for that remark*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, Klavier/Daryan is more my cup of &lt;strike&gt;homo&lt;/strike&gt;tea. It's because they've known each other longer, they're good friends (though... Klavier &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; have Daryan - *shot'd for spoilers*), and not only that, they're band mates, so Daryan would know exactly what was going on. He'd know how to deal with Klavier being a whiny, annoyed German who can't scratch himself. In fact, Daryan would probably laugh his ass off, tie oven mits around Klavier's hands and watch the blonde suffer in itchy agony. Or at least, that's what I'm hoping he'd do, anyway. You gotta love Daryan. He's such a bastard with phallic hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My request went a little something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ljcmt16388401"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ljcmt16388401"&gt;My pet fancy mouse is so miserably itchy he's scratching until he bleeds. (Don't worry, I took him to the vet!! I'm responsible, I swear!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kind of reminds me of having the chicken pox. (I was such a bad child; I scratched... =///=;; ) My pet mouse's name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Klavier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My request? Give Klavier the chicken pox. Make him an annoyed, itchy German. Have have someone take care of him or tell him to stop bellyaching about being so itchy. Have someone tie oven mits around his hands so he can't scratch. Cover him in calamine lotion. Make him bathe in oatmeal, make it cute! =D (As for a pairing, I prefer Klavier/Ema, but I'm not picky; Daryan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ljcmt16388401" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and Apollo are okay by me as well.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But yeah, someone seconded it and I got so incredibly excited, because instead of saying, "LOLKLAVIERAPOLLOLOLOLOL", someone ACTUALLY requested the pairing I was hoping for (because we all know that hardly ANY of the Klaviema requests are actually filled)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, other than loving Ema x Klavier x Daryan love triangles like a crazy idiot, I also LOVE, LOVE, LOVE Miego. Yeah, that's right. Mia Fey x Diego Armando. They were made for each other (LOLOLOLOL, IN MOAR WAYS THAN ONE.), and Diego is so amazingly awesome. I love all the fics where he speaks in his native tongue and Mia just finds it incredibly smexxy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, sorry. I'm fangirling... again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;hr style="height: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay. I found something different to talk about - Final Fantasy VII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of us got attatched to Zack Fair and was very upset because the more you played the more you drove him toward is terribly, horribly inevitable death? How many of you hated Zack's death and wished he hadn't died at the end of Crisis Core? C'mon, a show of hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, thought so. I hated it too. I cried quite a bit too. I mean, I know it's a video game and all, but I'm a gamer... and a female one at that. I cry at dramatic death scenes. And if people can get all teary-eyed over a movie, I can cry over a video game. So, it's only fair that I cried for Zack, too. (That, and Ayaka's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; for the background music; I can't even listen to that song without getting all teary eyed. x.x; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zack truly died a hero's death. I'm saying this cautiously - he saved his loved one, Cloud, from death while standing up to the powerful ShinRa army... all by himself, no less. And as he lay on the ground, broken and bleeding and waiting to die - Cloud is shocked from his mako poisoned state and crawls over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as Angeal had done for him, Zack passes on the Buster Sword to Cloud. Cloud cried for Zack, just as Zack had done for Angeal... and the circle is complete. Still weak from being in a coma since he was 16, the now 21 year old Cloud Strife drags the sword to Midgar and Zack watches him from overhead, telling him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;If you see Aerith... say "hi" for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. (Little does he know, Cloud's mind is so jumbled; he thinks that he is Zack.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, the last line of Crisis Core really gets me; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Would you say... I became a hero?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" Damn straight you did, Zack. Damn straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fangirled too much. I'm sleepy. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491915827747678373-3519093896731330233?l=kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/feeds/3519093896731330233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491915827747678373&amp;postID=3519093896731330233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/3519093896731330233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/3519093896731330233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/because-for-me-to-know-to-know-and-to.html' title='Because, for me to know. [To know, and to laugh it off.]'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491915827747678373.post-4265264572764284068</id><published>2008-11-07T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:04:04.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clowns. [Wind up]</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to train Shadow. He's a great, smart dog, he's just... clingy and annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying a Cesar Millan approach. Exercise, discipline, then affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I hope this works... D=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491915827747678373-4265264572764284068?l=kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/feeds/4265264572764284068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491915827747678373&amp;postID=4265264572764284068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/4265264572764284068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/4265264572764284068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/clowns-wind-up.html' title='Clowns. [Wind up]'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491915827747678373.post-927696314407054684</id><published>2008-11-06T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T15:41:15.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Closed-off Village. [Anxious Heart.]</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;8 Things Meme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Post these rules&lt;br /&gt;2. Each tagged person must post eight things about themselves in their journal.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end, you have to choose and tag eight people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have a horny, schoolgirl crush on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maksim Chmerkovskiy&lt;/span&gt;. And not only is he only ten years older than me, we were both born in January. I was born on the seventh, him on the seventeenth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm more comfortable writing as a man instead of a woman. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The first anime I ever posted fanfiction for was Yu Yu Hakusho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have strange taste in television. I watch Yo Gabba Gabba, Bakugan, The Mr. Men Show, Attack of the Show, Ninja Warrior, Unbeatable Banzuke, X-Play, Ni-hao Kai-lan, Ben 10: Alien Force, Code Lyoko, 6teen, and iCarly. I also watch the news and most of Adult Swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I write a lot of requests for kink memes on livejournal. Especially for the Phoenix Wright meme. I'm a huge Klavier x Ema fan, but I'm not opposed to writing Klavier x &lt;strike&gt;Apollo&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daryan &lt;/span&gt;fics for people. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If I like a voice actor's voice, I'll be able to pick him out whenever he stars in ANYTHING. Even if he's sounding strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When shooping for shirts and pants, I have to buy a size larger than I am because my arms and legs are long; I've been told I have money arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I connect on a spiritual level with animals. I suppose it's because of my sheer dislike of the human race in general. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was seriously, nothing but a filler. I have nothing real to write about. D=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491915827747678373-927696314407054684?l=kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/feeds/927696314407054684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491915827747678373&amp;postID=927696314407054684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/927696314407054684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/927696314407054684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/closed-off-village-anxious-heart.html' title='A Closed-off Village. [Anxious Heart.]'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491915827747678373.post-5633262717587359266</id><published>2008-11-05T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T13:43:28.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ich liebe Klavier die Maus. [Klavier]</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;Klay-veer&lt;/em&gt;" is how everyone in the vet's office seemed to pronounce my tiny, balding mouse's name. I corrected the nurse and the doctor, everyone else, I didn't see again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Jeff Bell was the man who saw my mouse. He was such a nice, knowledgable guy. He handles Klavier more than I ever have - picked him up by the tail, plucked out some fur with a roll of tape. He tried to pick him up by the scruff of his neck, but Klavier bit the poor guy and seriously FLUNG himself back into his cage and started scratching and grooming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two possible things that Klavier could have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lice/Mites (Dr. Bell looked for mites and found something suspiscious... but he gave me some preventitive stuff just in case he does.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ulcer-something dermete-something (It's genetic... I'm gonna go find the diagnosis paper again... lol)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Yeah, his medication is called "Ivermectin" and it kills lice and mites and such, but is completely safe for mammals. Klavier's already acting better, so I'm assuming it was mites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Crisis averted!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwaaaaaaaaaaaaah~ I've been procrastinating on NaNoWriMo. I'm supposed to have 8335 words by midnight, and I onlu have 5075, I mean, just look at my calendar off to the side. Look at all those red days!! I gotta get my ass out of Mabinogi world and put it in gear and get to writing! My character Maxim's in the middle of a reluctant family picnic. XD I should really help him get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His father likes to be called "&lt;em&gt;Conquistador&lt;/em&gt;" (lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Obama won the presidency and I must admit, I'm totally amped. FINALLY. WE HAVE A SMART PRESIDENT. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go try and write. If you see me online, kick my ass. 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[Klavier]'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491915827747678373.post-5532186745621394689</id><published>2008-11-04T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:56:11.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No longer empty and frantic LIKE A CAT TIED TO A STICK [Fitter Happier]</title><content type='html'>Today sucked. Today sucked like it's never sucked before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 11 to watch Yo Gabba Gabba (Leave me alone, I like children's shows. They're FUN!). Watched fucking Go, Diego, Go (which I abhor with all my heart because the songs suck.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell back to sleep because I was bored. I woke up at five. Yeah. FIVE. I went to go vote with my dad. Drove home and here I am. Yep. I'm right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only high point of today was early morning, when I got to my goal of 5001 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sucks&lt;/span&gt;. Today &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sucks&lt;/span&gt;. Today &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sucks&lt;/span&gt;. *rips hair out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed at 10pm. In four fucking hours. Seriously. I'm going to eat a lot of bread and just go into fucking diabetic coma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wake up when I'm in a better mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491915827747678373-5532186745621394689?l=kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/feeds/5532186745621394689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491915827747678373&amp;postID=5532186745621394689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/5532186745621394689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/5532186745621394689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-longer-empty-and-frantic-like-cat.html' title='No longer empty and frantic LIKE A CAT TIED TO A STICK [Fitter Happier]'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491915827747678373.post-4444416772063211300</id><published>2008-11-03T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:57:42.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obezyanka Nol [Monkey Zero]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In all truth, I feel like I've failed Klavier somehow. No, my mouse is not dead, but for a moment, I thought he was really sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DIsdDrUY-0/SQ-Du3uWvgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8ykOSrfSdGc/s1600-h/DSCF7798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DIsdDrUY-0/SQ-Du3uWvgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8ykOSrfSdGc/s320/DSCF7798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264571330674998786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night, I took some time out from NaNoWriMo to panic. And I mean, full scale, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"oh my god, please be okay"&lt;/span&gt; panic about Klavier the mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was acting totally weird. Seriously. In the three months I've owned him, I've never been so afraid of him dying. ((((((((              ；ﾟДﾟ)))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's constantly grooming and scratching himself, which is strange, because, no matter how long I watched him before, I've NEVER seen him do groom and scratch THAT MUCH. It was completely abnormal. And also, he started falling asleep in weird places and completely refused to go into the left side of his cage, where his igloo house is. And when he was running on the wheel, he sort of just was like, "guh" and lied down and fell asleep. He was just completely lethargic and weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Iunno. It might just be stress, I started trying to touch and interact with him lately. He's doing better today; but he's going to be under serious observation for the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to say that he's eating and drinking and being very cute. I'll keep you all posted about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I'd like to say I caught up with my word count last night. I'm currently at 3439 words. I need to come up with 1667 words again tonight to boost it to 5001 words. I'll get there; I'm making Maxim and Fenrisulfr go to their family reunion in Tampa. (Thank you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What Would Your Character Do?&lt;/span&gt; book!) They have to go by plane. Fenrisulfr is a firm believe that human beings should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;fly. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever&lt;/span&gt;. And Maxim often gets airsick. (Uh oh~!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get to writing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491915827747678373-4444416772063211300?l=kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/feeds/4444416772063211300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491915827747678373&amp;postID=4444416772063211300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/4444416772063211300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/4444416772063211300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/obezyanka-nol-monkey-zero.html' title='Obezyanka Nol [Monkey Zero]'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DIsdDrUY-0/SQ-Du3uWvgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8ykOSrfSdGc/s72-c/DSCF7798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491915827747678373.post-8906434869595643788</id><published>2008-11-02T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T15:58:09.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, you just blow in from Stupid Town? [OK Computer!]</title><content type='html'>I felt tired, so I came up to my parents' room, which is where I generally take my naps. (lol) I picked up my mom's computer plugged in Kunsel (I name my flash drives... (´･ω･`) ) and opened my nano story... Trying to write my story, tentatively titled &lt;em&gt;Fleeting Wish&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am. (( ；ﾟдﾟ)) (I'M GONNA LOOOOOOOOOOOSE *shakes*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxim Narok, the main character, is a biology teacher (AGAIN with the teacher stuff, I must really miss school). His nephew, Fenrisulfr is transferring into Hunter High school, his current institution of work. Fenrisulfr's in a gang, so it's a huge problem. The whole ordeal could cost Maxim his job. (And boy, is he sweating about that.) His love interest is a young woman of Romani descent. ;; I described her strange... AND HER DESCRIPTION IS THE BULK OF MY TWO PAGES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faustina Nyquist was the Hunter High’s principal, and the focus of Maxim’s slightly dangerous affection. She could report him for sexual harassment, but he was convinced that since she didn’t report him, she liked him just as much as he wanted to see her breasts. And plus, she always, even thought she was pretty reserved, flirted right back. Everything about the woman just sent Maxim right over the edge. She was a gorgeous woman hailing from Romani ancestors. She was a dark tan with long, silky brown hair and she had the most beautifully intoxicating green eyes, like gorgeous, shimmering pools of emerald. She had a pair of long legs, rather cute, elfin feet and long, lean arms. Soft skin, supple lips… (In case anyone had been wondering, Maxim and Faustina had met at a party and been forced into playing “seven minutes in heaven”. ) And of course, a world class smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more beautiful than he smile, was the way she blushed. How he could sometimes make her stumble over her words like a horny young schoolgirl; it never failed to make his day, no matter how crappy it had been before. More importantly, he loved the way she said his name. Curt, yet some how supple and slightly seductive. She was a reluctant bombshell babe - and Maxim loved her for it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;; I feel like she's a mary sue. I feel like Maxim's a gary. But Fenrisulfr is okay... he's just &lt;strong&gt;okay&lt;/strong&gt;. I should get back to typing, my calendar blocks are turning red, meaning I'm doing monumentally bad. Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh. But I'm procrastinating; I'm playing Burger Shop... ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*dies*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491915827747678373-8906434869595643788?l=kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/feeds/8906434869595643788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491915827747678373&amp;postID=8906434869595643788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/8906434869595643788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/8906434869595643788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-you-just-blow-in-from-stupid-town.html' title='Hey, you just blow in from Stupid Town? [OK Computer!]'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491915827747678373.post-2185695402994690281</id><published>2008-11-01T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:03:01.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoops. [Idioteque]</title><content type='html'>Well, NaNoWriMo is kicking my ass. And it's only been one day. I sat here and almost cried. Already. I wanted to have 1667 words today, so I could keep up, but the words won't come. I was writing about the newest character of mine. His name is Maxim Narok and he's Fenrisulfr Blotnacht's uncle. He's strange... because for some reason, when I write about Maxim, I have to listen to massive amounts of Radiohead to get me in the mood. Thank goodness Joanna had a Radiohead CD on hand. I can't keep going off of 30 second preview clips on Amazon any more. Although, the song Idioteque is complete love. I want to buy Kid A really soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm to the point where I already feel like I'm going to lose. And I just started. It makes me feel so depressed. Ungodly so.  Ansd it's not even week three yet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well. I mean, what else am gonna do but FORCE myself to write?  I seriously need to write until I develop carpal tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxim Narok, your story will be written. Your story must be written. You will obey me. You will be put down on paper. Even if I have to wind up killing you off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's another thing; I write best when I'm killing someone off or something terrible is happening. Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my story was originally called "Fenrisulfr's Girl", and it focused completely on the relationship of Freya Devlin and Fenrisulfr Blotnacht, but I added in Maxim at the last minute because the plot wasn't moving along well in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I got too interested in Maxim and his family, now I'm writing about him instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! *smashes head* (HOORAY FOR NANOWRIMO.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491915827747678373-2185695402994690281?l=kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/feeds/2185695402994690281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491915827747678373&amp;postID=2185695402994690281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/2185695402994690281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/2185695402994690281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/whoops.html' title='Whoops. [Idioteque]'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491915827747678373.post-52261001008606560</id><published>2008-10-25T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:08:16.406-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><title type='text'>Test!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is a test! You know why? I'm joining NaBloPoMo this year... and I gotta see if this thing'll work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I believe it does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooooooo, expect ramblings! Expect video games. Expect photography! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect some fun. Expect NaNoWriMo ramblings. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all in November! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Zakuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491915827747678373-52261001008606560?l=kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/feeds/52261001008606560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491915827747678373&amp;postID=52261001008606560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/52261001008606560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491915827747678373/posts/default/52261001008606560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikuchizakuro.blogspot.com/2008/10/test.html' title='Test!'/><author><name>Tasuku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17319820356429192104</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
