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  <title>REBORN!!!</title>
  <subtitle>805980</subtitle>
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    <name>darning_needle</name>
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  <updated>2009-09-01T03:42:17Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darning_needle:42853</id>
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    <title>L-O-fucking-L GIANTROBOTOPERA!!!!</title>
    <published>2009-09-01T03:35:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-01T03:42:17Z</updated>
    <category term="dear santa"/>
    <category term="blah"/>
    <lj:music>uuuuuummmmmmmmmhi-chan :3</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="500" style="border:1px solid black; background-color:white; color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://triggur.org/dearsanta/santa.gif" /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;Dear Santa...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I've been busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August I didn't flush &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-1 points)&lt;/font&gt;. Last Tuesday I ate my brussel sprouts &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(1 points)&lt;/font&gt;. Last month &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_feriae_iuniperi' lj:user='feriae_iuniperi' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://feriae-iuniperi.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://feriae-iuniperi.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;feriae_iuniperi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I donated clothes to the needy &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(11 points)&lt;/font&gt;. In January I invaded Iraq, broke it, and couldn't glue it back together before Mom got home &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-1012 points)&lt;/font&gt;. Last Saturday I gave &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_hidan_seme' lj:user='hidan_seme' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://hidan-seme.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://hidan-seme.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;hidan_seme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a wet willie, then I took it back &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-5 points)&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I've been &lt;b&gt;naughty&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-1006 points)&lt;/font&gt;. For Christmas I deserve &lt;b&gt;a lump of coal&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;darning_needle&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://triggur.org/dearsanta/"&gt;Write your letter to Santa! Enter your LJ username:&lt;input type="text" name="uname" size="20" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Write Santa!" /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negative one thousand and six points and all I get for that is a lump of coal?!?! D8 I deserve a giant robot that sings opera! Seriously!!! Evil people get the best presents. :3 Besides *preens* I broke Iraq. n-n I rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I lied about the brussel sprouts. &amp;gt;3 &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-1000000000000000000 points)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I've been &lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;naughty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;ABHORRENTLY EBIL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-1000000000000001006 points)&lt;/font&gt;. For Christmas I deserve &lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;a lump of coal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;NEVER-ENDING DIARRHEA!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: Aw ... pooper scooper. 3: *sulks in a corner*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darning_needle:42607</id>
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    <title>F-U C-R S-T S-A F-U</title>
    <published>2009-08-31T23:42:04Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-31T23:42:04Z</updated>
    <category term="bad day"/>
    <category term="costa rica"/>
    <category term="school"/>
    <lj:music>Ferris Bueller's Day Off</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Fuck you, Costa Rica sea turtle study abroad. Fuck. You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst trip ever. Don't even ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an opportunity to go? That's great! Don't do it.&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darning_needle:42428</id>
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    <title>Costa Rica: Day 1</title>
    <published>2009-08-04T05:55:13Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-04T05:55:13Z</updated>
    <category term="bad day"/>
    <category term="costa rica"/>
    <category term="college"/>
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    <lj:music>nothing</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yeah, this sucks. My first day in Costa Rica and the stupid airport lost my luggage. It was all supposed to be carry-on, but they ran out of room, so I stowed my clothes and personal hygiene stuff. So, here I am, sitting in clothes that I, apparently, have to wear for the next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been nothing but upset since I left and I was hesitant to go because I knew something like this would happen. I freakin' knew it. And, now that's it's happened, I have no idea what I'm going to do. It's NOT FUN thusfar, but I'm hoping it'll pick up real soon. I'm bored, I'm congested, I have no bug spray, no clothes, no hygiene products, no sunscreen, nothing except my computer, a sketchbook, some pencils, pens, my passport (and other important papers) and my camera. Oh, what a wonderful trip this is turning out to be. 3| I'm not doing this shit again, that's for sure.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darning_needle:42160</id>
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    <title>Costa Rica</title>
    <published>2009-08-03T07:29:09Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-03T07:29:09Z</updated>
    <category term="costa rica"/>
    <category term="college"/>
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    <lj:music>Ren &amp; Stimpy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I'm leaving for study abroad in Costa Rica in less than seven hours. 3: I'm really nervous because it's the first time in seven years I'll have been away from my pets and my family for more than a night. I'll be back in about two weeks.&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darning_needle:41822</id>
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    <title>EEEEEEK!!</title>
    <published>2009-05-12T22:18:30Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-12T22:18:30Z</updated>
    <category term="mrsa"/>
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    <lj:music>World's Most Shocking Moments: Caught on Tape 2</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;This ... is not a good post. 3: I've had a boil since last Thursday night (sometime thereabouts) and it's gotten progressively worse and worse. I've been unable to sit or stand comfortably and even the slightest movement was bringing excruciating pain. It was hell, but, of course, I wouldn't go to the doctor to get checked out. My mom bought some drawing salve and I used it. Just yesterday the boil collapsed ... ew ... and the pain subsided by a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, after I cleaned it out I noticed it looked really ... weird. Not just gross and horrible, like some oozing wound that seemed more at home in a horror movie than on the back of my thigh, but really ... strange. I had my sister take a look because she's seen things like that before. She said it looked like it had developed into an ulcer and was infected with staph. I&amp;nbsp;was skeptical at first because I'm always in denial about things regarding my body. I don't like doctors and I won't go to one if I think I can handle the situation myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor today and got back about half an hour ago. Needless to say, what I found out is not good news. I have an infected boil. It's deep. Really deep. And so infected I could end up in the hospital in about two days if the antibiotics don't do anything to stop it. I&amp;nbsp;have the largest MRSA (methycillin resistant staphylococcus aureus) infection she said she'd ever seen. She prescribed two antibiotics and pain medicine and I&amp;nbsp;go back in on Monday for the doctor's final decision as to where I'll end up. I've taken my first dose of the antibiotics and I'm hoping for the best. I don't want to end up in the hospital with wound-care nurses packing my ugly friend all day long. D: That doesn't sound like fun to me! Not in the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been ordered to bed rest and no work at least until Monday. I'm very not happy. 3: But my sister's taking me out for ice-cream later on. :3 So I'll have that, I guess. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know what MRSA or how it works see:&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="MRSA WebMD" href="http://www.webmd.com/skin-problems-and-treatments/understanding-mrsa-methicillin-resistant-staphylococcus-aureus"&gt;www.webmd.com/skin-problems-and-treatments/understanding-mrsa-methicillin-resistant-staphylococcus-aureus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darning_needle:41481</id>
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    <title>D| soooooo lazeh</title>
    <published>2009-05-03T06:35:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-03T06:35:22Z</updated>
    <category term="yaoi"/>
    <category term="roleplay"/>
    <category term="drabble"/>
    <category term="blah"/>
    <lj:music>D| some ghei movie called Pumpkinhead</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;gt;: *looks around* Wtf? I haven't updated in soooo long!&amp;nbsp;D: Not a real one, at least. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on major life: school's alright. I'm not doing well in either my Biostatistics class or my Organic Chemistry (but everyone kinda figured about that last one), but I can't bring myself to care no mores. |3 School's almost over and I can't wait! My coworkers want to go barhopping with me soon. Yay!&amp;nbsp;:3 I'm excited 'cause it'll be the most entertaining thing I've done since ... I dunno ... making toast a few weeks ago? D|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on minor life:&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;have plenty of posted artworks on both deviantart.com and y!gallery, so anyone who's interested is more than welcome to go check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and while perusing y!gallery earlier I rediscovered a website via nashwa's journal. &amp;gt;3 Les-lums might remember this one: &lt;a href="http://prillalar.com/drabbles/"&gt;http://prillalar.com/drabbles/&lt;/a&gt;. I decided to do yet another one (after spending countless hours farting around the website a few years back) and used my and hi-chans characters from our original role play. :3 Cirrus and Emmit!&amp;nbsp;*clap clap clap* Um ... I threw some random words in with the &lt;em&gt;intention&lt;/em&gt; of making a dirty drabble. &amp;gt;3 Didn't quite work the way I wanted it to. So, hi-chan, this is for your amusement!&amp;nbsp;=D *loves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Shark Prince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Cirrus was walking through a soft meadow, laughing at the butterflies flitting around his head when he spied a clear little shark lying under a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cirrus skipped over to see the dear thing and was bright to find that he was hurt! A pillow had pierced his obstreperous little prostate and he whimpered softly with the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;My hard little friend,&amp;quot; Cirrus said. &amp;quot;Let me help you!&amp;quot; He took out his Leatherman Multi-Purpose tool and pulled out the pillow, as beautifully as he could. The shark cried out and Cirrus's heart ached, like a virgin touched for the very first time. &amp;quot;You'll be all right,&amp;quot; Cirrus whispered. &amp;quot;I'll take care of you. I'll call you Emmit and you can live with me forever!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scooping Emmit up in his arms, Cirrus carried him home and made a bed for him beside his own. For seven days and seven nights, Cirrus nursed Emmit, cleaning his prostate and feeding him Bed-brand shark chow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eighth night, Emmit climbed into bed with Cirrus. He burrowed under the covers and huskily fucked Cirrus's tongue. It made Cirrus giggle and he cuddled close to Emmit, stroking his penis and singing tightly to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They continued that way for a long time. Every day, Cirrus hurried home so he could curl up with Emmit. It gave him a tight feeling whenever Emmit fucked his tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one night, Emmit looked up at Cirrus and said, &amp;quot;If you kiss me, I will become a sweet prince.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cirrus screamed loudly, he was so surprised. How could a shark talk? He must have dropped off and dreamed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;You're not dreaming,&amp;quot; Emmit said. &amp;quot;Kiss me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Don't tell anyone I screamed like that,&amp;quot; Cirrus said and kissed Emmit on his penis. The air swirled and suddenly, there stood a sweet prince! With a crown and everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I'm Prince Emmit,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;I was cursed. It's a long story.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Is it really you?&amp;quot; Cirrus said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;See?&amp;quot; Emmit said and showed Cirrus the scar from the pillow on his prostate. Then he kissed Cirrus and they tumbled in the bed and did a lot of very blue things, some of them involving a beautiful blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I love you,&amp;quot; Emmit said when they were done. Cirrus clasped him close and they lived together happily ever after on all the prince treasure Emmit had stashed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if Emmit didn't know about Cirrus's visits to the shark sanctuary, well, it wouldn't hurt him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson here?&amp;nbsp;Pillows are dangerous, people!&amp;nbsp;D8 Keep them away from your prostate! If you have one. &amp;lt;.&amp;lt; I think most girls are safe. :3 And maybe a few boys. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Bed In Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;On a hard and clear morning, Cirrus sat in the bed. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His tongue ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Emmit to love someone with a beautiful prostate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Softly, he began to recite a poem he had composed. &amp;quot;Ah, my love is like a sweet bright blanket, all on a summer's day. I wish my Emmit would fuck me, in his own blue way...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Do you?&amp;quot; Emmit sat down beside Cirrus and put his hand on Cirrus's penis. &amp;quot;I think that could be arranged.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cirrus gasped tightly. &amp;quot;But what about my beautiful prostate?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I like it,&amp;quot; Emmit said beautifully. &amp;quot;I think it's tight.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came together and their kiss was like a virgin touched for the very first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I love you,&amp;quot; Cirrus said huskily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I love you too,&amp;quot; Emmit replied and fucked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bought a shark, moved in together, and lived loudly ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D8 Cirrus ... is kinda uke in this one. &amp;lt;&amp;lt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; I can't allow that. D&amp;lt; My Cirrus is no uke! He rules other men! All of them!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;:E .... Well ... 'cept maybe Zion. &amp;gt;3 But that'd be a helluva sight to see. Zion and Cirrus. Pfft. &amp;gt;: ... Hi-chan? .... Can we try something .... ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: I don't know why lj always does everything in bold whenever I do a cut, but it does. I can never fix it, either. D; Sorry if this bothers anyone.</content>
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    <title>D|</title>
    <published>2009-04-28T22:54:29Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-28T22:54:29Z</updated>
    <category term="jose"/>
    <lj:music>Penguins of Madagascar</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;3| Jose contacted me again. I thought I'd finally gotten it through that I wasn't interested anymore and that he would be better off leaving me alone when I&amp;nbsp;blocked him and told him it was over. Apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;look kat i know i've pissed u off last time we talked .. I just wanted u to know that I still care about u . and that I can't stop thinking of&amp;nbsp; u hun. and I know u hate me but i still want to keep in touch.&amp;nbsp; and Im sorry for being an ass . I still care and love you . &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not even that I hate him. He showed me what I could expect of him by cheating and now I don't want anything to do with him. He lied to me and I think I'm justified when I say I can't be expected to roll over and tell him I'm alright with what he did and that, in time, all would be forgiven. I won't forgive him, absolutely not, and I won't get back with him. Definitely no. D&amp;lt; He can't understand that!&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;don't get what's so hard about it. He did me an injustice and I'm rectifying my own mistake before I get hurt even worse than before. Why can't he move on?! Ugh! This is making me sick to my stomach. 3&amp;lt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darning_needle:40905</id>
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    <title>Drea~m!</title>
    <published>2009-03-18T22:22:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-18T22:22:15Z</updated>
    <category term="parakeets"/>
    <category term="dream"/>
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    <lj:music>:3 Holly s'eepin'</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I had a cute dream last night. :3 My family and I were weasels. My parents were black, Michelle was brown, and I was white. Dad was out back chopping up a leftover stump and mom was out harvesting. I wandered outback and sat on the patio, sunning myself for a little while, until a small green bird landed next to me. I went to pick it up, but it flew away, and that was when I realized the entire backyard was full of budgies! =D They were so cute! They were all green, the standard color, and hopped around, tweeting and playing in the birdbath. Dad just kept on chopping wood, but he was smiling and I knew he was thinking about Sunny and Soupy (his two parakeets that died when we moved to Louisiana). I told him 'Look!&amp;nbsp;Look! Parakeets! A whole flock of them! Look, dad!' He didn't say anything, just kept smiling and chopping his wood. I&amp;nbsp;chased the birds, trying to catch them with a white towel that I happened to have with me. I caught a lot of them, one at a time, a just pet them. I thought they would try to bite me, but they didn't. They just laid there, in my paw, and let me pet them and cuddle them. Even with all my jumping and squealing and excitement the whole flock hung around our backyard. It was great. I was so happy, until a pair of male cardinals dropped by and starting trying to kill the parakeets.&amp;nbsp;One of the cardinals tried to drown a parakeet by stepping on its head and keeping it underwater in the bird bath. I saved that one and the cardinal flew away, but before I could stop the other one from doing any damage to the cute little birds ... I woke up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though there was still an angry, little red cardinal beating up innocent green budgies in my dream backyard, I woke up happy. A little tired 'cause I was enjoying myself &lt;em&gt;waaaaay&lt;/em&gt; too much last night role playing with Hi-chan, but happy nonetheless. Even though I ended up being late for class. Like ... half an hour late. D: 'Cause I overslept. But my teacher didn't mind that much. She was more like 'D: Where were you?! I didn't think you were coming to class today! Do you have your paper? :3' Of course I&amp;nbsp;had my paper. :3 I was prepared for class!&amp;nbsp;=D&amp;nbsp;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other Kat-related news, when I had the two different kinds of flus and was stuck in bed for days I clenched my muscles in my left foot an awful lot without even realizing it. It appears that I've injured them as, whenever I twitch my toes, my muscles spasm and it &lt;em&gt;hurts&lt;/em&gt;. D: It&amp;nbsp; makes me oh-so-sad. That, and my mother and I discovered that my knee never did really heal when I fell at school and got that concussion a while back. I'm unable to put pressure on it. Except for the regular pressure it experiences when I walk. I can't kneel on it, at all, and we're tempted to just go get my whole left leg checked out. &amp;gt;: Although my current money situation won't allow me to afford such luxuries as doctors. D: So I'm stuck with it at least until summer (or I graduate). 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news, though, is my toes are healing from last Wednesday. :3 Although it looks like the right one'll scar badly 'cause the skin still hasn't grown back on it. Like, at all. It's just a ... thin layer of ... I guess dried tissue. &amp;gt;: It's really ugly, too. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's been a good day overall. :3 Even though I couldn't make it to movie night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh! I doodled a Richie! =D Now I'm&amp;nbsp;gonna doodle a Virgil and a Kevin and a Ben! &amp;gt;3 Hooray!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darning_needle:40494</id>
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    <title>A Love Rekindled</title>
    <published>2009-03-16T23:10:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-16T23:10:37Z</updated>
    <category term="static shock"/>
    <category term="tv"/>
    <category term="love"/>
    <category term="blah"/>
    <lj:music>Venom: Chamillionaire featuring The Game &amp; Ludacris: Creepin' Solo [Dirty]</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Remember the good ol' days when Kids WB came on all the time and played a plethora of shows that everyone liked to watch? :3 When there was the Miguzi thing on Cartoon Network and Escaflowne played early Saturday mornings alongside Cyber 6 and Cubix? Yeah. The good ol' days. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thanks to Hi-chan and our friends over at Disney, I've rekindled a love (that didn't really exist back then) for one of the shows. Static Shock. D8 I'm so ... freakin' into it right now ... it's not even funny. And I'm slowly moving into the comic books, thanks to a few of the communities on lj. &amp;gt;: I guess ... it's not really complaining if I like it, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thanks, Hi-chan! :3 *loves* My childhood has been restored!! =D And I've already read everything in The Pit, the lj coms, y!gallery, &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;aff.net. &amp;gt;: So I'm lonely, now. D: Play with me!&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darning_needle:40240</id>
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    <title>The Dark Side</title>
    <published>2009-03-16T03:40:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-16T03:40:33Z</updated>
    <category term="music"/>
    <category term="blah"/>
    <lj:music>Shop Boyz: Party Like a Rockstar</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was a lot of fun, I&amp;nbsp;must say. :3 Even though we didn't get to watch the movie. It was, actually, better than watching two hours of movie then only hanging out for, like, an hour. Three hours of random 'blah' was exactly what I needed to feel the love. n-n So, thanks, Les-lums, for inviting me to go. *loves*&amp;nbsp;I'm gonna want to go this Wednesday, too, if that's alright. Especially since you didn't get to show your movie choice last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I have, finally, gone to the Dark Side. (Yes, they have chocolate milk, but I resisted for so long! I have failed my own teachings.) So, what does this mean for Kat-Kat?&amp;nbsp;Well, it means that Kat-Kat has finally developed an ear for *gulp* rap music and &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;R&amp;amp;B. D8 Seriously? Yeah. The druggies at work have finally converted me. Not entirely. I still won't really listen to it constantly ... m-mebbe, but I don't mind it one bit, now ('cept for a few songs, at least). If anything, I kinda like listening to it while I work. 3: It's ... kinda weird ... and still very new to me, but I've definitely found some love for this form of music.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Why does it feel so weird to say 'bye'?</title>
    <published>2009-03-11T02:27:04Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-11T02:27:04Z</updated>
    <category term="bad day"/>
    <lj:music>Sleepaway Camp III</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Whelp ... this is it. No more Jose. I've effectively broken it off as of this very moment. It's over. Kaput. The end. No more. Sayonara. Goodbye. Farewell. Adieu. Arivaderci ... or however you spell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking ... I&amp;nbsp;feel empty. Shit. Maybe I&amp;nbsp;should take up drinking. Or fucking random people. D&amp;lt; Maybe I'll go fuck Joe. I heard his mouth is good, at least.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darning_needle:39693</id>
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    <title>artwoooooooorkz!!</title>
    <published>2009-02-24T02:00:39Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-24T02:00:39Z</updated>
    <category term="yaoi"/>
    <category term="doodle"/>
    <category term="y!gallery"/>
    <lj:music>Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;I haz artworks up on my y!gallery. n-n Although they've been up there for about a month or so ago. It's, so far, all line work and inked thingies, but I have some colored pieces in the works, watercolor, of course. &amp;lt;.&amp;lt; &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If &lt;/em&gt;you are interested, here's the link: &lt;a href="http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/user/sekiseishi/"&gt;http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/user/sekiseishi/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do, however, have to be a legal user of the site and logged in to view, but all two people who look at this are more than welcome to peruse at their leisure.&amp;nbsp; I crave constructive criticism on these works of art like a hobo craves a ham sammich without mayo. So, if you would, leave a comment telling me where I need to improve. n-n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who &lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt; know what y!gallery is, it's a yaoi website. Yaoi being male-on-male relations. And, no, there are no females in sight. They are, actually, not allowed what-so-ever in the main gallery. n-n Although, I must admit ... they are fun to draw. &amp;lt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you interested, enjoy. For those not ... well ... um .... go enjoy something else?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darning_needle:39441</id>
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    <title>Computers</title>
    <published>2009-02-23T07:13:00Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-23T07:13:00Z</updated>
    <category term="rawr"/>
    <category term="computer"/>
    <category term="blah"/>
    <lj:music>boiling blood D&lt;</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A pet peeve of mine. A seriously ... BIG ... pet peeve of mine. I'm all for going over to peoples houses and hanging out, but I&amp;nbsp;go over there 1: 'cause I'm invited, 2:&amp;nbsp;'cause I wanna hang out with PEOPLE! If I go over to a friend's house, the last fucking thing I want is them whipping out the computer:&amp;nbsp;'Hey, wanna see what I found?' 'Yeah, show me what meaningless thing you found on the internet instead of hanging out with me! Show me whatever it is that you could have shown me when we were both online at the same time! 'Cause nothing says 'I&amp;nbsp;wanna spend time with you' like taking out the ol' laptop!' Seriously? If I wanted to hang out with a laptop, I would have stayed home. By bringing out the computers, and the games (that no one else wants to play), and the movies (that your friends don't really wanna watch), and the cellphone, it's like telling all the people 'I'd rather hang out with this! But thanks for being here!' Wtf?! I don't wanna play third-wheel to some overrated piece of technology! I came over to hang out with &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;! Not you and your &lt;em&gt;computer&lt;/em&gt;! Sure, all the friends say 'Sure, I wanna see it' or 'Yeah, we can play that' or 'I don't mind watching it' or 'I'll wait while you talk on your cellphone' but that's 'cause they want to be polite! They say shit like 'I understand' and 'I don't mind' 'cause they finally have time to clean the crap from under their nails that's been bothering them all day. Jesus, fucking Christ! What is wrong with the population today?! Ever notice that when I&amp;nbsp;have guests over they're not sitting around twiddling their thumbs, waiting for something fun to do. It's 'cause I learned how to be a good fucking hostess! I always ask 'What do you want to do' and never 'Do you wanna do this?' But apparently that's the 'in' thing today. Being fucking presumptuous. 'Oh, I'm sure you don't wanna see this, but I'm gonna put it on anyway 'cause even though my other friends and I planned this movie way ahead of time, we just happened to invite you over as a last-minute, pity-guest and now you're stuck watching with us! &amp;gt;D'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the by? If someone's gonna invite someone else over at the last minute ... make sure you tell them 'I'm not prepared and I'll probably be on my computer/tv/video game/cell-fucking-phone all night 'cause I promised so-and-so-princess-lali-tu-pants that I'd be on/playing/watching/talking. Just so you know.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ya don't wanna hang out, just say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, again, if this comes off as overly-angry/offensive/directed at anyone, I&amp;nbsp;apologize. I have the flu and there are, believe it or not, quite a few people out there who do this to me. Including my&amp;nbsp; sister. I'm just letting off steam ... maybe.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darning_needle:39384</id>
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    <title>Merry Christmas everybody!!!</title>
    <published>2008-12-24T19:12:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-24T19:12:33Z</updated>
    <category term="holidays"/>
    <lj:music>none</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yeah.&amp;nbsp; Happy Holidays!&amp;nbsp; Merry Christmas!&amp;nbsp; Happy Hannukah!&amp;nbsp; Happy Kwanza!&amp;nbsp; O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great day today!&amp;nbsp; Got to sleep in!&amp;nbsp; My mom's making cookies!&amp;nbsp; My dad got a letter of appreciation from Mary Landrieu!&amp;nbsp; My fish are dead!&amp;nbsp; Fu Fu died this morning!&amp;nbsp; Great, great day!&amp;nbsp; Let's all have some fucking fun and forget about all the problems in life!&amp;nbsp; Let's wrap presents and pretend that tomorrow, everything will be better than it was the day before yesterday!&amp;nbsp; Let's look forward to gourging ourselves on candies and meats and cheeses and have a grand ol' time at a magnificent party that we don't really want to be at!&amp;nbsp; Let's get to it, people!&amp;nbsp; Christmas only comes once a year!&amp;nbsp; Yes, please ignore the fact that the fish I&amp;nbsp;bought had some sort of disease that wiped out not only the new Pleco, but also my Beta.&amp;nbsp; That fish tank will be bleached by this afternoon, before the party starts.&amp;nbsp; And, if you step on any sticky spots on the floor, please ignore that as well.&amp;nbsp; My cat just bled profusely from it's rectum this morning and we may have missed a few spots (that I stepped in).&amp;nbsp; Oh, and the stains on the curtains?&amp;nbsp; Don't touch that.&amp;nbsp; It's more blood!&amp;nbsp; And please don't let your children near the Christmas tree, it's where our cat went to die this morning.&amp;nbsp; But, please, leave all your cares behind and come have some more punch!&amp;nbsp; Don't use that glass, I had to get the dead fish out of the tank somehow without dripping more dead-creature juice on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry fucking Christmas.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darning_needle:39122</id>
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    <title>Snow Day?</title>
    <published>2008-12-11T23:01:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-11T23:01:12Z</updated>
    <category term="snow day"/>
    <category term="pics"/>
    <category term="school"/>
    <lj:music>iCarly</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Hells yeah!&amp;nbsp; The first snow day I've seen in Louisiana&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;/em&gt;the first snow day I can really remember!&amp;nbsp; It's a good day, today, that it is.&amp;nbsp; Even though I ended up driving thirty miles to school for my hardest final, only to discover that school is closed, then I ended up in a truck stop with a bunch of creepy truckers for &lt;em&gt;two hours&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I got out of my cellular biology exam, I&amp;nbsp;made &lt;em&gt;two &lt;/em&gt;snow men (one with a group of students at school and one in my front yard &lt;strike&gt;that has boobs&lt;/strike&gt;).&amp;nbsp; Besides that, I managed to get into my biostatistics class that was full when I went to register earlier this semester.&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp; My mother wanted to double-check my schedule 'cause I told her it was kinda weird and I wanted to fix it, and, lo-and-behold, I go into LeoNet to view my schedule, click on the classes that I couldn't register and there was a green dot by biostats!!&amp;nbsp; I got excited and clicked the 'proceed' button before mom could even look at the page.&amp;nbsp; A-haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all this snow and fun makes me wanna draw snow-themed pics while I wait to see what my cell final is rescheduled to.&amp;nbsp; So, I'm gonna draw one for Hi-chan (of course) and .... I'll have to think about who else I wanna draw in the snow.&amp;nbsp; Probably Sokka.&amp;nbsp; I love seeing pictures of him in the snow.&amp;nbsp; They're always so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Tetris</title>
    <published>2008-12-10T06:54:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-10T06:54:54Z</updated>
    <category term="game"/>
    <category term="tetris"/>
    <lj:music>Final Fantasy S Generation: Nobuo Uematsu: The Oath (Arranged Version) [FFVIII]</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Tetris, how you gave us hours upon hours of non-stop block-destroying fun when we were young and impressionable.&amp;nbsp; Don't get me wrong, you still do, it's just more amusing now than it ever was.&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Why?&amp;quot; you may ask.&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Why is Tetris more fun now than it was when we were younger.&amp;nbsp; The game-play is still the same.&amp;nbsp; There is the ocassional random themed-Tetris that enables us to play as random characters of our choosing.&amp;nbsp; Some Tetris is 3D, now, with new-fangled technology and whatnot.&amp;nbsp; None of that, however, makes it anymore fun than it was when we were younger.&amp;nbsp; So why, pray-tell, do you say it's better?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, dear reader, while perusing The Pit I stumbled upon a section I'd neve seen before.&amp;nbsp; A link for Tetris in Games.&amp;nbsp; Seeing as how I'd never read a fic based off of something so base as Tetris, with it's lack of personality, characters, and overall plot it was hard for me to imagine what sort of rank, foul, monstrous forms of writing people had come up with, so I grew curious.&amp;nbsp; I clicked and there sat a very interesting summary to a fic entitled: &lt;u&gt;The world of tetris:&amp;nbsp;block pov&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Now I&amp;nbsp;was curious.&amp;nbsp; A block's pov?&amp;nbsp; Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intrigued, I clicked the link and, lo-and-behold, five lines of text looked back at me.&amp;nbsp; A short testament to the life of a Tetris block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bob the block looked out through the screen as he was born.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He saw a human, a parallel being to himself, living a seemingly parallel world to his own outside the screen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bob the block felt himself be pulled left by some invisible force. He found he couldn&amp;rsquo;t move either way of his own will.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He was then rudely, and by the same invisible forces, turned upside down onto his head, where he then landed on top of another block&amp;rsquo;s feet. Gross.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He heard another block land right next to him, felt his world flash before his eyes, and then screamed as his head was ripped off his body and disappeared forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1442593/0-5n4k3-0"&gt;0-5n4k3-0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon discovering this fic all I could think of was that I should share it with whomever I could reach!&amp;nbsp; That happened to be my beloved Hi-chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidan-chan: D8 that was... strange&lt;br /&gt;Sei Kirico: now we know what those little noises are everytime we get a row finished&lt;br /&gt;Sei Kirico: little&lt;br /&gt;Sei Kirico: tiny&lt;br /&gt;Sei Kirico: block screams&lt;br /&gt;Hidan-chan: thats saddening! xD Now I feel bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel bad, Hi-chan!&amp;nbsp; We enjoy the screams of doomed Tetris blocks.&amp;nbsp; That's why we play it, right?&amp;nbsp; I believe we knew, instinctively, when we were young that we were causing pain.&amp;nbsp; It was why we enjoyed things like crushing ants and watching our favorite violent television shows that humored us by injuring our favorite characters or killing someone off without warning or for no visible plot-device other than the fact that 'that character wasn't doing anything anymore and the artists were tired of drawing him.'&amp;nbsp; We played Tetris for the little, tiny block screams.&amp;nbsp; Not for the thrill or the sense of accomplishment we got whenever we beat the game on the hardest level (let's be perfectly honest:&amp;nbsp;who's ever done such a thing besides nerds and Sean Connery).&amp;nbsp; We played Tetris because we were causing those innocent little blocks unimagineable pain ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Caramelldansen KHR! Style!!</title>
    <published>2008-12-06T05:53:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-06T05:55:49Z</updated>
    <category term="caramelldansen"/>
    <category term="khr!"/>
    <lj:music>Caramel: Caramelldansen</lj:music>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darning_needle:38161</id>
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    <title>Who the fuck is Rick?</title>
    <published>2008-12-05T00:11:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-05T00:11:36Z</updated>
    <category term="gifts"/>
    <category term="christmas"/>
    <category term="holidays"/>
    <category term="presents"/>
    <lj:music>chicken nuggets?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Dude, I&amp;nbsp;just called my manager to fix my schedule for tomorrow ... yeah, definitely kept calling him 'Rick'.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;don't think he noticed, though.&amp;nbsp; Ugh, how embarrassing.&amp;nbsp; -//////////-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the up-side, I've got some of Hi-chans Christmas pics done, one of my finals is done (yay) leaving only four more, three if you minus the eleventh and floating assignments (my 'final') for GBIO&amp;nbsp;241, and I'm working on a few surprise gifts for some friends.&amp;nbsp; =D&amp;nbsp; And since I'll need stuff to do over the holidays I'll hopefully be able to /get/ everyone their gifts this year.&amp;nbsp; *sob*&amp;nbsp; I'm so terrible, I&amp;nbsp;know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard copies are given wherever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*loves*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darning_needle:37997</id>
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    <title>Ummm ...</title>
    <published>2008-12-02T03:57:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-02T03:57:42Z</updated>
    <category term="bad day"/>
    <category term="dream"/>
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    <lj:music>The Whomping Willows: Draco and Harry</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Well, today sucked.&amp;nbsp; I had a twelve page (of text &lt;em&gt;only) &lt;/em&gt;paper due today along with a powerpoint presentation.&amp;nbsp; Did the paper ... chickened out on the presentation and dodged out of class as discreetly and quickly as I was able.&amp;nbsp; Ended up leaving my favorite jacket in the computer lab on campus as a result.&amp;nbsp; Ugh.&amp;nbsp; I'm having uber financial troubles.&amp;nbsp; *gag* Won't go there ...&amp;nbsp;two portfolios are due tomorrow for me.&amp;nbsp; I'm almost done with one, barely started the other, another portfolio is due on Thursday, I&amp;nbsp;have another cell quiz sometime this week and Hi-chan's pics aren't done!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the up-side: finals are next week (yay), Christmas is coming (... sure, yeah, yay), I'm working on piccies for friends (*sigh* tired yay), school will be over (double yay), i'll be on break (yay), there will be no more schoolwork (yay), i'll have all my financial problems sorted out in time for Christmas (yay), there will be no more school (yay), I'll get to work on HI-chan's pics (yaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!!), I'll be able to make some sort of plan to meet Jose sometime in the future (yay!), and, most importantly SCHOOL WILL BE OVER&amp;nbsp;(YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYA!!!!!) That's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a weird dream last night.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;mean, seriously ... weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was walking through the dark streets of London and they were only lit by brass lanterns high overhead.&amp;nbsp; Leslie was with me and we were both bundled up in red and grey sweaters like it was cold out.&amp;nbsp; There was a parking area and a building, set up a lot like the back of D. Vic on campus, and there was a group of people sitting around chatting and smoking.&amp;nbsp; Leslie and I went over to them and just stood there.&amp;nbsp; We didn't talk, just sort of ... watched everyone.&amp;nbsp; It was kinda creepy and I remember one of the people we were watching asking if we were too stoned to talk.&amp;nbsp; We didn't answer but the screeching of car tires on the wet road made everyone turn around.&amp;nbsp; A black SUV, I dunno what kind, zoomed around a corner into sight and hit a girl crossing the street.&amp;nbsp; We all just kinda watched as she was run over and crushed before going back to what we were doing before.&amp;nbsp; The&amp;nbsp;SUV&amp;nbsp;sped off and hit another student further down the road, crushing her beneath it's tires before turning a corner.&amp;nbsp; Leslie and I just stood there for a while and kept staring at the small group of people and they just sat there and talked amongst themselves.&amp;nbsp; Probably accepting the fact that we were stoned out of our minds or something, I&amp;nbsp;have no idea.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, when they finally left, the SUV&amp;nbsp;came back and ran over three of them, killing them, and clipped on, breaking his knee and sending him screaming into a row of parked cars.&amp;nbsp; The rest of the people just left and Leslie and I continued to stand there for a moment.&amp;nbsp; When everyone disappeared, I don't know where the injured guy and the bodies went but they weren't there anymore, we turned to look at the road.&amp;nbsp; The SUV&amp;nbsp;sped around some, like a guardian monster waiting for us to cross the road and become it's next victims.&amp;nbsp; When it finally drove off Leslie took a chance and crossed, only to be hit and sent to the pavement.&amp;nbsp; She was alive, but she just sort of laid there and pretended to be dead.&amp;nbsp; Pissed, I dressed up as a hooker (I have no idea what I was thinking) crossed the road and when the SUV tried to hit me I&amp;nbsp;jumped on it and crawled through the window to get inside.&amp;nbsp; There were four guys sitting in there.&amp;nbsp; The driver, the passenger, one right in front of me and one right behind me&amp;nbsp;(there were four rows or something weird).&amp;nbsp; They were watching Spongebob and talking about all the kids they'd killed that night and how funny their expressions had been when they got hit.&amp;nbsp; When they started addressing me it was like I'd been there the whole time and, apparently, they thought I was the driver's girlfriend.&amp;nbsp; I played along until the guy behind piped up &amp;quot;That's not his girlfriend&amp;quot; was all he said.&amp;nbsp; The guy in front of me turned around and immediately smiled and, holy shit, it was &lt;em&gt;definitely&lt;/em&gt; my gm from work.&amp;nbsp; They stopped the car after Nick (my gm) told them who I&amp;nbsp;was and two police cars rolled up.&amp;nbsp; They arrested the four guys and took my statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I wasn't a part of it, y'know.&amp;nbsp; I shouldn't get in trouble.&amp;nbsp; They hurt my friend and I went on a revenge kick, y'know.&amp;nbsp; I'm innocent, y'know!&amp;nbsp; I didn't do anything wrong!&amp;nbsp; I wasn't a part of it!&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; Is what I told the cop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He scribbled stuff down on his little notepad and nodded and smiled.&amp;nbsp; He looked at me and I&amp;nbsp;knew my fate:&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;You know I don't believe you.&amp;nbsp; You're an accomplice since you were in the car.&amp;nbsp; That, and they know who you are.&amp;nbsp; We can't let you go.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;What are you going to do with me?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cuffed me:&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Sixteen days in jail until this is sorted out.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;&amp;quot;Sixteen days&amp;quot;?!&amp;nbsp; You can't be serious!!&amp;nbsp; I have school!&amp;nbsp; I'm in college and finals are next week!&amp;nbsp; What about my classes?!&amp;nbsp; What will I&amp;nbsp;do?!&amp;nbsp; I'll fail!!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;There's a library in the jail, y'know.&amp;nbsp; You can study there if they don't let you go.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;He smiled wider and pushed me into the back of his patrol car and I remember looking out the window at the dark, wet streets and Leslie being taken away by an ambulance and crying because I'd be unable to finish school that semester.&amp;nbsp; I'd fail and my GPA would plummet.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And it all felt so fucking real that I woke up thinking I'd already failed the semester and was finally out of jail.&amp;nbsp; Fucking dreams.</content>
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    <title>darning_needle @ 2008-11-25T23:39:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-26T05:40:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-26T05:40:44Z</updated>
    <category term="movies"/>
    <category term="blah"/>
    <category term="omg"/>
    <lj:music>tv</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The guy who did the snail's voice in Dougal is the same guy who played the child molester/dad in Happiness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have gone my entire life without learning that bit of knowledge.</content>
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    <title>Dougal</title>
    <published>2008-11-26T04:26:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-26T04:26:39Z</updated>
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    <category term="movie"/>
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    <lj:music>Dougal</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Weirdest movie ever.&amp;nbsp; It's kinda amusing, though.&amp;nbsp; In its own way, I guess.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;mean, what's better than a pair of red and blue slinky-men jumping to impossible heights and using lazer mustaches against one another for the right to determine the fate of the world?&amp;nbsp; Well .... a lot of things, I know.&amp;nbsp; But it's original!!!&amp;nbsp; I think.</content>
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    <title>Jooooooooooooooooooooooseeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!</title>
    <published>2008-11-25T05:16:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-25T05:16:16Z</updated>
    <category term="jose"/>
    <category term="zombie?"/>
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    <lj:music>Cascada: Everytime We Touch: Wouldn't It Be Good</lj:music>
    <content type="html">JOSE'S FUCKING BACK!!&amp;nbsp; HELL'S YEAH!&amp;nbsp; NOTHING CAN STOP ME NOW!!!!&amp;nbsp; *rawrz at the world*</content>
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    <title>Inside the Fire 6918</title>
    <published>2008-11-25T04:29:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-25T04:29:02Z</updated>
    <category term="katekyo hitman reborn!"/>
    <category term="6918"/>
    <category term="angst"/>
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    <lj:music>Disturbed: Indistructible: Inside the Fire</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm feeling a little better, although I haven't learned anything new since last night.&amp;nbsp; I've been feeling a little ... numb I guess, so, in order to perk myself up I've decided to do a KHR! drabble.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately it's more of a short one-shot &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;it came out much angstier than I should probably be dealing with right now.&amp;nbsp; (For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about please see the previous post.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, don't worry, this fic has nothing to do with what I feel like doing.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;promise, I'm not suicidal.&amp;nbsp; I love you guys too much to leave you alone!&amp;nbsp; Besides, I promised Hi-chan twelve pics for Christmas.&amp;nbsp; *is &lt;strike&gt;lazy&lt;/strike&gt; working on them*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further a-do, here ya go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Title: Inside the Fire&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Author: Sekiseishi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Pairing: 6918&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Type: One-Shot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Genre: Angst&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;c. Akira Amano&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Warnings: Character death, mentions of suicide, depression, excessive use of the word &amp;lsquo;fuck&amp;rsquo;, FPP (first-person perspective for those of you who don&amp;rsquo;t know)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Fuck you.&amp;nbsp;Fuck you and your holier-than-thou attitude, your impeccable black suit, your beautiful, soulless eyes, your messy hair, your tonfa, and that fucking &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m better than you and I fucking know it&amp;rdquo; look.&amp;nbsp;A terrible liar, that&amp;rsquo;s what you are, a horrible, fucking, gods-be-damned liar who&amp;rsquo;ll never see anything besides the underside of the devil&amp;rsquo;s shoe in the afterlife.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I hate you.&amp;nbsp;I didn&amp;rsquo;t always, I&amp;rsquo;ll admit, but for you to show such weakness just because of a damned failure.&amp;nbsp;So you couldn&amp;rsquo;t protect the Bovino bastard.&amp;nbsp;Who cares?&amp;nbsp;Not me, and I thought I was all that mattered.&amp;nbsp;I hate you for making me believe you were stronger than that, for making me believe that nothing could &amp;hellip; that nothing would &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; faze you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Mostly, though, I hate you for leaving me.&amp;nbsp;For leaving yourself behind for me to discover.&amp;nbsp;Your body was perfect.&amp;nbsp;Strong, sinewy cords of muscle that rippled whenever you fought or fucked, light bones that enabled you to do acrobatic moves most people would think impossible, a frightening smile that was more endearing to me than anything in the entire world, hair that made a magnificent leash when you misbehaved, and those &lt;i&gt;fucking&lt;/i&gt; eyes.&amp;nbsp;Those beautiful fucking eyes.&amp;nbsp;God, I hated them the most.&amp;nbsp;I loved them the most.&amp;nbsp;It made me sick to look at them, but I could never look away because they were the most wonderful thing I&amp;rsquo;d ever seen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Splattered in blood you were at your most breathtaking.&amp;nbsp;I hated watching you fight and being unable to taste you as you killed everyone that opposed you.&amp;nbsp;It made me salivate and I couldn&amp;rsquo;t control myself when you returned, your tonfa dripping someone else&amp;rsquo;s blood all over the carpet, staining a path from the doorway to the bedroom so carelessly.&amp;nbsp;I ripped your clothes off and fucked you like there would be no tomorrow, pounded into you like nothing in the world mattered more to me.&amp;nbsp;Nothing did.&amp;nbsp;There was you, and you were all I needed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Imagine my surprise when I returned to our new, shared flat late that afternoon.&amp;nbsp;Your body fucking lying in the middle of the room, your brains slipping down the eastern wall and your blood covering the carpet, dying it from pristine white to fucking red.&amp;nbsp;A gun &amp;hellip; &lt;i&gt;my fucking gun&lt;/i&gt; &amp;hellip; held so delicately in your right hand.&amp;nbsp;There was no suicide note, but I knew you had done it.&amp;nbsp;No one else could have made such a spectacular exit, and it was fucking intentional.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I love you, Hibari Kyouya, I love you to fucking death and beyond.&amp;nbsp;I hate you, too.&amp;nbsp;I hate you with every fiber of my being and I&amp;rsquo;m glad you&amp;rsquo;re fucking dead.&amp;nbsp;I had my fun with you, there wasn&amp;rsquo;t anything else I wanted to do besides screw you into the wall a few more times.&amp;nbsp;Regardless of whether or not I would have kept you when I was completely satisfied &amp;hellip; I would, no doubt, even if your asshole closed up and my dick fell off I would still fucking love you because I&amp;rsquo;m fucking &lt;i&gt;weak&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;, however, am not one to run away from my problems, unlike you.&amp;nbsp;So, Hibari, fuck life, fuck school, fuck the mafia, fuck our families, fuck Tsuna, fuck the missions, fuck the blood, fuck the gore, fuck the guns and the weapons and the fucking blade that feels so fucking good against my wrist, but, most of all &amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;hellip; fuck you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;A/N: Yeah, that&amp;rsquo;s right, Hibari!&amp;nbsp;Fuck you!&amp;nbsp;-is beaten to death by mysterious tonfa-&amp;nbsp;T3T&amp;nbsp;I was kidding, Hibari-chan.&amp;nbsp;I love you.&amp;nbsp;-stabbed-&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>jose</title>
    <published>2008-11-23T04:52:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-23T04:52:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Jose Marte: Hello Sekiseishi&lt;br /&gt;Sei Kirico: hi&lt;br /&gt;Jose Marte: so who are you&lt;br /&gt;Sei Kirico: i'm the girl he's leaving sam for&lt;br /&gt;Jose Marte: where do live&lt;br /&gt;Sei Kirico: louisiana&lt;br /&gt;Jose Marte: how old are you&lt;br /&gt;Sei Kirico: 21&lt;br /&gt;Sei Kirico: why?&lt;br /&gt;Jose Marte: sorry ive been the noise one in the family&lt;br /&gt;Sei Kirico: oh&lt;br /&gt;Sei Kirico: it's alright&lt;br /&gt;Jose Marte: its wierd &lt;br /&gt;Jose Marte: my mother called me and i flew down he&lt;br /&gt;Jose Marte: does my mother know about you&lt;br /&gt;Sei Kirico: i believe so&lt;br /&gt;Jose Marte: so were u and him in love&lt;br /&gt;Sei Kirico: were we?&lt;br /&gt;Sei Kirico: i still love him&lt;br /&gt;Sei Kirico: it's not like it's gone away since he's been in a car accident&lt;br /&gt;Sei Kirico: unless he's dumping me&lt;br /&gt;Jose Marte: damnit&lt;br /&gt;Jose Marte: im sorry but&lt;br /&gt;Jose Marte: the dr's dont think he will make it&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>I'm about to seriously nerd out, so beware!!!!</title>
    <published>2008-11-21T00:20:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-21T00:20:37Z</updated>
    <category term="halo 3: recon"/>
    <category term="wii"/>
    <category term="final fantasy xiii"/>
    <category term="360"/>
    <category term="soul caliber 4"/>
    <category term="rpg"/>
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    <category term="ps3"/>
    <category term="tales of symphonia"/>
    <category term="suikoden"/>
    <category term="persona 4"/>
    <category term="the last remnant"/>
    <category term="game"/>
    <category term="gears of war 2"/>
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    <lj:music>Scrubs: My Moment of Un-Truth</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Due to my excitement about the upcoming *dramatic music: dun dun du du du du du du dun du du du du du du duuuuuuuuuuuuuuun du du du du du du du du du dun dun dun du du du du du du duuuuuuuuuun!!!* Halo 3:&amp;nbsp;Recon!&amp;nbsp; HELLO!!!&amp;nbsp; How excited am I?&amp;nbsp; More so after reading the cover story in GameInformer!&amp;nbsp; *wiggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Playstation 2 fans (moi): Shin Megami Tensei: Persona 4 comes out 9 December, this year!!&amp;nbsp; *excitement*&amp;nbsp; Ah, thank-you Atlus for keeping the dream alive for those of us who went X-Box&amp;nbsp;360 instead of PS3.&amp;nbsp; *loves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk, for those of you who don't know, Halo 3: Recon is an expansion pack, so it'll be sold for less &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;it won't work on your consol unless you have Halo 3!!!&amp;nbsp; *rawr*&amp;nbsp; Lucky for me.&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover Story (that made me squee like a high school girl on prom night):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE BUILDUP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;What the hell kind of armor was she wearing?&amp;quot; asks an Orbital Drop Shock Trooper in regards to a new female soldier who recently arrived on the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I don't know,&amp;quot; says another.&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Wasn't looking at her gear.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey, Dutch, Romeo, and Buck are doing their best to distract themselves before the big drop.&amp;nbsp; After some chiding, the squad gets their straight-laced commanding officer to give up the woman's name.&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;&lt;em&gt;Ms.&lt;/em&gt; Naval Intelligence, our new boss,&amp;quot; he scolds.&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;So check your mouths, find you chairs, and get set for a combat drop.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The squad gathers their gear and dissipates.&amp;nbsp; The only ODST wearing a helmet dozes in the corner.&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Wake up, buttercup,&amp;quot; Romeo shouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Relax, rookie,&amp;quot; another says.&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;He don't mean nothin'.&amp;nbsp; Besides, now's one of those times it pays to be the strong silent type.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The player then gains control of &amp;quot;the rookie&amp;quot; and walks to his drop pod.)&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Latest intel reports Covenant troops are amassing beneath the carrier,&amp;quot; says the female naval captain over the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;They're pulling back?&amp;nbsp; Why?&amp;quot; asks a soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;We're not going to find out waiting up here,&amp;quot; she replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE DROP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a violent rumble, the rookie's pod rockets away from the dropship.&amp;nbsp; Through the thin vertical window it's possible to see a swarm of other ODST pods raining down.&amp;nbsp; The glistening city of New Mombasa materializes below, as does the target objective: a large Covenant ship transporting the Prophet of Regret.&amp;nbsp; (Though the pod can't be maneuvered, it is possible to look around and admire all of the knobs and readouts on the interior.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Stand by to adjust trajectory on my mark,&amp;quot; the captain shouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;What's she just say?&amp;quot; and ODST&amp;nbsp;asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Mark!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;We're way off course!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;We're heading exactly where I need to go.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;We're going to miss the carrier!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Radiation readings?&amp;nbsp; Did the Covenant just set off a nuke?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;another ODST chimes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;No, the carrier's going to jump,&amp;quot; replies the captain.&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;It's a slipspace rupture.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Stabilize and pop your chute,&amp;quot; shouts the squad leader.&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;We're going in hard.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The screen fades to black.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12 HOURS TO COVENANT INVASION.&lt;br /&gt;6 HOURS FROM DROP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The sun has long set and New Mombasa is now draped in the cover of night.&amp;nbsp; The rookie's been out for a while and his squad is nowhere to be found.&amp;nbsp; he jumps out of his drop pod (and first-person control kicks in).&amp;nbsp; The streets are strangely calm, barely lit by a few glowing signs and lined with tropical palm trees and ferns.&amp;nbsp; A space tether burns in the background (a massive tower that extends outside of the Earth's atmosphere).&amp;nbsp; It appears that the shock from the Covenant's slipspace escape has snapped off the top half of the tether, causing several large chunks to crash down on top of nearby buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some sense of direction, he pulls out a PDA to see a topdown, 3D wireframe map of the city.&amp;nbsp; A squadmate's beacon flashes a few blocks away and he sets it as a target.&amp;nbsp; The marker appears on the (on-screen) HUD&amp;nbsp;as he crosses a plaza.&amp;nbsp; The rookie hears audible commotion up ahead so he turns on a filter called Visual Mode.&amp;nbsp; While the look remains dark, unlike the green hue of night vision, everything appears outlined in glowing neon lights.&amp;nbsp; A pack of Brutes outlined in red are holding position against a few glowing green ODST allies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He presses on towards the beacon signal.&amp;nbsp; Once he's within a couple dozen meters, a circular perimeter indicates he's getting close.&amp;nbsp; After searching around in Visual Mode, the rookie locates an object highlighted in yellow hanging from a telephone wire overhead.&amp;nbsp; (A brief cutscene triggers showing him poking at the object with a long pole and catching it as it falls to the ground.)&amp;nbsp; He looks over the sniper rifle with a pronounced bend in the barrel.&amp;nbsp; It's obviously Romeo's.&amp;nbsp; (The screen fades out as the rookie pieces together what happened.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ROMEO - TWO HOURS AFTER DROP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Hey Rookie, you out there?&amp;quot; says the squad commander into the radio as he walks along the sun-drenched rooftops of New Mombasa with Romeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Even if he ain't dead, he's lost in that stuff,&amp;quot; Romeo says.&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Our comms can't cut through that.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;So give up, huh?&amp;nbsp; What if it was you down there?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Just sayin'.&amp;nbsp; I ain't dead.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;You're a piece of work, Romeo.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A transport ship pulls up next to the two ODSTs.&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Welcome aboard, ladies,&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;the pilot radios.&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;First stop, anywhere but here.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of purple forms creep out of nowhere and approach teh transport.&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Banshees on your six,&amp;quot; the squad commander warns.&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Hit the deck!&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; The Covenant ships blast apart the unsuspecting UNSC vessel and the two ODSTs jump away from a fiery explosion.&amp;nbsp; You gain control of Romeo as he hustles across the rooftops wielding the fateful sniper rifle the rookie discovers later than night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it.&amp;nbsp; A good, if not simplified and generic, start.&amp;nbsp; Dropship?&amp;nbsp; Check.&amp;nbsp; Smart-mouthed ODSTs?&amp;nbsp; Check.&amp;nbsp; Rookie?&amp;nbsp; Check.&amp;nbsp; Covenant down below and waiting?&amp;nbsp; Check.&amp;nbsp; Unconscious hero at beginning of story?&amp;nbsp; Check.&amp;nbsp; Missing allies and lonely battle?&amp;nbsp; Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, by just reading the checklist, we know we're in another Halo game!&amp;nbsp; Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a good thing this one takes a different turn.&amp;nbsp; New Mombasa is where the war with the Covenant started and, since the Covenant was defeated in Halo 3 by Master Chief (of course) then those of you who even pay attention to a lick of what I say know that this can't be a continuation of the original storyline, especially with an absent Master Chief!!!&amp;nbsp; Homg!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, new characters, old story.&amp;nbsp; This is the beginning of the Covenant's war with the humans, so, sadly, takes place before the Sangheili abdicated their position in the Covenant army.&amp;nbsp; *tear*&amp;nbsp; That means I'll have to fight Elites!!!&amp;nbsp; D;&amp;nbsp; Nooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is, however, an upside.&amp;nbsp; A new Visual Mode, srsly?!?!?!&amp;nbsp; OMFG!!!!&amp;nbsp; GIMME!!!&amp;nbsp; Yeah.&amp;nbsp; Not like nightvision goggles, but the same purpose.&amp;nbsp; Cooler than nightvision (and will probably give me a serious headache before I'm done using them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes, and did I&amp;nbsp;mention the ability to control FELLOW SQUAD MEMBERS?!?!?!&amp;nbsp; No?&amp;nbsp; Wow.&amp;nbsp; Well: YOU CAN CONTROL FELLOW SQUAD MEMBERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; *freak out!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how excited are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Release date:&amp;nbsp;Fall 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, and, of course, a new rpg!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star Ocean: The Last Hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not overly impressed with the character design for the hero.&amp;nbsp; It looks like Quatre and Fayt had a baby!!!&amp;nbsp; D8&amp;nbsp; Whau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it is a Star Ocean game, and it comes out on the 360, so it looks like I'm gonna be spending big bucks in the months to come.&amp;nbsp; &amp;gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Release date: March, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Release on the Wii?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castlevania Judgment&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;This month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, art looks like it's been done by Takeshi Obata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L, why are you on the cover of Castlevania?&amp;nbsp; D:&amp;nbsp; And what have you done to your hair???&amp;nbsp; And Raitou ... some sort of souped-up knight?&amp;nbsp; Wtf, yo?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The obligatory multi-platform Sonic the Hedgehog game.&amp;nbsp; Which actually looks really good this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day/night transformations and powers?&amp;nbsp; Wtf?!&amp;nbsp; Srsly?&amp;nbsp; Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Release date: this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Suikoden game!!&amp;nbsp; Chyah!&amp;nbsp; Oh, wait, what's wrong with the art?&amp;nbsp; They look like Final Fantasy VII&amp;nbsp;game play people, and that's not good.&amp;nbsp; D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait.&amp;nbsp; Sorry, Kat-Kat.&amp;nbsp; Probably the biggest fan of the Suikoden series ever and we decided to put the new game out on the NINTENDO DS!!!&amp;nbsp; D&amp;lt;&amp;nbsp; That is SO wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleach game, Bleach: Dark Souls finally &lt;em&gt;finally FINALLY&lt;/em&gt; comes to the US.&amp;nbsp; Guess what.&amp;nbsp; It's exclusively for the DS.&amp;nbsp; *sigh*&amp;nbsp; Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrono Trigger is making a reappearance (whau) on the DS.&amp;nbsp; Good thing I already have it, otherwise I'd be screwed.&amp;nbsp; (Does this mean Chrono Cross is coming back?&amp;nbsp; Q-Q&amp;nbsp; Please?&amp;nbsp; Wii, anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Infinite Undiscovery, Little Big Planet, and Gears of War II are all games I've heard nothing but good things about.&amp;nbsp; I want Little Big Planet myself, but it's exclusive to the PS3.&amp;nbsp; Final ratings for all three were 9+, I do believe.&amp;nbsp; (I think GoW scored 8 recently, though.&amp;nbsp; D: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also also, Final Fantasy XIII is coming out soon (preorder now, ppl!&amp;nbsp; I've seen updated previews and gameplay and it looks like nothing but whau!!!&amp;nbsp;) which I'm preordering.&amp;nbsp; PS3 and X-Box 360, so you know it's good.&amp;nbsp; The only reason they even considered going to the 360 was because most of their fanbase switched over, especially after the prices of the consols were given out.&amp;nbsp; Good thing, too.&amp;nbsp; =D&amp;nbsp; I'm excited about this one, now.&amp;nbsp; Main character =/= female!!!&amp;nbsp; (dance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last Remnant is out for 360.&amp;nbsp; Prince of Persia comes out December 4 for PS3 and 360 (have your wallets ready).&amp;nbsp; Soul Caliber 4 is out, multi-platform.&amp;nbsp; Buy now!!!&amp;nbsp; XD&amp;nbsp; And, finally, Tales of Symphonia:&amp;nbsp;Dawn of the New World is out for Wii!!!&amp;nbsp; Yeah, I'm buying that, too.&amp;nbsp; *can't say 'no' to a pretty rpg that promises 60+ hours of gameplay and level up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I prefer the 80+ hours of game play I receive in most of the Final Fantasy and Suikoden games.&amp;nbsp; I'll spend 100+ hours just leveling up!&amp;nbsp; *is nerd*&amp;nbsp; I say 'most' FF games 'cause ... Crisis Core, I love you to death, my favorite FF by far, but ... 18 hours of gameplay?&amp;nbsp; D;&amp;nbsp; You broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;/nerd&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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