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  <title>You are my star...</title>
  <subtitle>...and that's not really far.</subtitle>
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    <name>Aster</name>
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  <updated>2005-03-17T23:14:27Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:leather_wings:169357</id>
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    <title>I wish I could think of a good first post.</title>
    <published>2005-03-17T23:14:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-17T23:14:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Golly, Sandra, you've grown up really crazy.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I made a new lj, &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_aslanscountry' lj:user='aslanscountry' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://aslanscountry.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://aslanscountry.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;aslanscountry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I just felt like a change, and besides I'm tired of having people on my f-list who I barely know. Comment if you want to be on the new one.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:leather_wings:168819</id>
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    <title>Till our dreams come true, we live on Avenue Q.</title>
    <published>2005-03-15T20:03:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-15T20:03:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I'M NOT GETTING DEFENSIVE!!11</lj:music>
    <content type="html">[font color=yourljname][b]put your lj name here[/b][/font]&lt;br /&gt;change all the brackets to &amp;lt; or &amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="leather_wings"&gt;&lt;b&gt;leather_wings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:leather_wings:168465</id>
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    <title>Yie.</title>
    <published>2005-03-15T19:47:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-15T19:47:09Z</updated>
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&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;font color="black" size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Advanced&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;You scored 100% Beginner, 93% Intermediate, 100% Advanced, and 72% Expert! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;You have an extremely good understanding of beginner, intermediate, and advanced level commonly confused English words, getting at least 75% of each of these three levels' questions correct. This is an &lt;b&gt;exceptional&lt;/b&gt; score. Remember, these are &lt;i&gt;commonly confused&lt;/i&gt; English words, which means most people don't use them properly. You got an extremely respectable score. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you so much for taking my test. I hope you enjoyed it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the complete Answer Key, visit my blog: &lt;a href="http://shortredhead78.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://shortredhead78.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;&lt;span&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="4" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;
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&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;66%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Beginner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;89%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Advanced&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;58%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Expert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=14457200288064322170"&gt;The Commonly Confused Words Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=577245280159428717"&gt;shortredhead78&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:leather_wings:168426</id>
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    <title>I feel like shit.</title>
    <published>2005-03-15T19:35:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-15T19:35:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>And I'll go without stopping.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Wow. I felt okay. Then I went to my therapist and learned that I ha+e myself and such.&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts. I feel slightly like crying. This may be because I only just took my meds.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:leather_wings:168076</id>
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    <title>Oh.</title>
    <published>2005-03-15T03:43:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-15T03:43:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Why do you wait for me, and how do you wait for me?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I feel bad for insulting &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_rent_rating' lj:user='rent_rating' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/rent_rating/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/rent_rating/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;rent_rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because apparently they just say what &lt;i&gt;Rent&lt;/i&gt; character you are. I assumed it was a rating community for people who liked &lt;i&gt;Rent&lt;/i&gt; and told the mods they were disgusting because &lt;i&gt;Rent&lt;/i&gt;!=judging people based on appearance.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:leather_wings:167506</id>
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    <title>Is her name Purpose?</title>
    <published>2005-03-15T02:35:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-15T02:37:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>And it is warming you and I, fragile as we lie.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">You know you really love someone when you're willing to post a picture where they look good, if overly happy, and you look like an extraterrestrial. And not a hot extraterrestrial, either. An ugly terrestrial, with bad skin. You know how shallow I am now, and you can abandon me if you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.werewolf-in-love.net/stuff/q.JPG"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I feel that way about Zoey and Barrett Foa.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:leather_wings:167407</id>
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    <title>All night long me honking my horn to porn, porn, porn.</title>
    <published>2005-03-15T02:15:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-15T02:15:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I've gone for the day to the trolley wood.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I was at Katie's on Friday and Saturday, and Zoey's on Sunday. I may post a more detailed description later, but in short: Franny caused drama, we ate, I saw my first unrated movie, I started a book and an online comic, Zoey and I talked to a drunk woman, and I am now officially Not Gay thanks to the beautiful and freakish Barrett Foa.</content>
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    <title>FUCK.</title>
    <published>2005-03-10T22:30:56Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-10T22:30:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Katie, if you do not email me directions RIGHT NOW, my mother is going to KILL ME.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:leather_wings:166858</id>
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    <title>Zoey said something funny but I forget what.</title>
    <published>2005-03-10T00:49:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-10T01:00:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I ain't holding on no more.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I had to dance with terrifying school Jackie in drama. It wasn't really all that bad.&lt;br /&gt;Something I wrote for the camp I want to go to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Young Violet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;Violet is "depressed" but that's okay because it's not real.  She's just being a teenager, one of those girls who act like everything is the end of the world, who describe themselves using words like "tarnished" and "broken."  Violet gets in fights with her boyfriend in the school hallways, spitting out long lists of accusations, her brown hair shiny and straight.  Maybe if she didn't wash it so much it would be stringy and scraggly and she would look as damaged as she says she is.  You walk by, sneaking glances at her and catching bits of sentences--"you never," "was awake," and "you don't care."  You laugh at her a little because she has to make everything huge and looming, black shadows against empty skies.  Her boyfriend, who is much less noticeable than she is, just leans against a locker looking mournful.  Occasionally he tries to defend himself, but that only makes things more dramatic--"That's not the point!" Violet will shoot like a gun or slingshot, like a bow and arrow, a dart.  "You just don't get it," tearing up.  It's not possible to pacify Violet because she doesn't want to be tranquil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wonder if she acts like this because she's slightly numb to the world and can only feel things if she pretends her life is unspeakably tragic.  If she is, it's sad, especially because she's fifteen.  That seems a little young to be so painfully thick-skinned.  Not, of course, that her situation is unusual--this hankering after angst and sometimes insanity has become an epidemic among people her age, especially girls.  You used to be friends with Violet, a few years ago, but that's not the important part.  The important thing is that more than a few years ago, maybe seven or six, you were best friends.  Violet was this sweet and manic girl who jumped and gestured about everything.  It all seemed so exciting and new.  Usually you don't even connect your memory of her with the half-crying teenager who stands at the end of the hall, shaking with melodrama.  Sometimes you catch yourself trying to recall what happened to your childhood playmate--did she move away?--before remembering that, oh yeah, she goes to your school.  That moment of remembrance always aches, that knowledge that someone so full of potential energy became commonplace and unreal.  You don't really expect or hope for Violet to be your friend again--you grew apart for good reason; you're not compatible when she is in this state.  You no longer want her for yourself, but you can't help wanting young Violet for the world.  Just knowing she existed in it would make you feel better.  Sometimes you imagine that her intense sensitivity will return to her and she will shed those layers of pretension and become properly alive again.  She never does, of course, but you keep dreaming as long as you can.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>FUCKING BITCH.</title>
    <published>2005-03-09T02:02:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-09T02:02:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>My heart was caught in a landslide.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have the best idea. Let's deny queer kids any information about people like them, and not teach straight kids to treat them respectfully. Then they'll all ki1l themselves and we won't have to worry about them anymore!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:leather_wings:166197</id>
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    <title>Never, ever eat yogurt when you're unspeakably horny.</title>
    <published>2005-03-09T00:53:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-09T00:53:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>How I'd let you slip away when I'm longing so to hold you?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It took us an hour and a half to get home because of the snow. The highlight was a guy getting out of his car to yell at my mom and calling her a dumbass because she drove away while he was in midsentence.&lt;br /&gt;I like the &lt;i&gt;Half-Blood Prince&lt;/i&gt; cover art. Kind of want to fangirl about it because I think being strangled by &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_snidgety' lj:user='snidgety' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://snidgety.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://snidgety.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;snidgety&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would be an amusing way to die.&lt;br /&gt;I finally took &lt;i&gt;Room Noises&lt;/i&gt; out of my CD player.&lt;br /&gt;Where is &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_wordsaremyfaith' lj:user='wordsaremyfaith' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://wordsaremyfaith.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://wordsaremyfaith.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;wordsaremyfaith&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, anyway? (As you can see, I find it amusing to refer to people by their lj usernames.) I don't think she was at school, and normally when she's sick she's online a lot. Did I miss something? Probably.</content>
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    <title>I'm fighting prejudice, yo!</title>
    <published>2005-03-08T02:31:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-08T02:31:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Angelus7988:  it's not so much that I feel better that I've been distracted by something more distressing&lt;br /&gt; Ravus axis:  What?&lt;br /&gt; Ravus axis:  The movie?&lt;br /&gt; Angelus7988:  wow, i'm not sure how to respod to that.  My photo teacher is a cunt&lt;br /&gt; Ravus axis:  Misogyny=bad.&lt;br /&gt; Ravus axis:  If you don't like a person, there are many worse things to call them than a vagina.&lt;br /&gt; Angelus7988:  I didn't mean it in a misogynistic way.&lt;br /&gt; Angelus7988:  I call males cunts too&lt;br /&gt; Ravus axis:  Vaginas aren't bad, though.&lt;br /&gt; Ravus axis:  If you don't like them, you should call them a tumor.&lt;br /&gt; Ravus axis:  Tumors are bad.</content>
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    <title>I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad...</title>
    <published>2005-03-08T02:27:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-08T02:27:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ravus axis:  Unfortunately, () is mad depressed.&lt;br /&gt; ClaytontheWeird4:  Why is () depressed?&lt;br /&gt; Ravus axis:  Because he doesn't have a person.&lt;br /&gt; Ravus axis:  At least, he was yesterday. He seems better now.&lt;br /&gt; ClaytontheWeird4:  I'll be his person!  As long as he doesn't mind making out when the lights are out.  Or that I call him "Maude."</content>
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    <title>::turns claddaugh ring inward and smiles::</title>
    <published>2005-03-07T23:32:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-07T23:32:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dark night, hold tight and sleep tight, my baby.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Everyone go look at Kristin(&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_imbunche' lj:user='imbunche' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://imbunche.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://imbunche.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;imbunche&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)'s journal. She has the most amusing cartoon ever.&lt;br /&gt;I was making a list of tattoos I wanted today, like the word "if," "who are you little i" by e. e. cummings, the Gloominous Doom, and Nuala from &lt;i&gt;Sandman&lt;/i&gt;. Not sure where I'd fit all of them though.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be changing my userinfo because I decided that "kinky" is a stupid word and I don't like it. Then I thought that since vanilla is an ice cream flavor, the opposite should be too. So now I am pumpkin (as were Gertrude Stein and T. H. White. Bet you didn't know that).&lt;br /&gt;Then I must study for my test.&lt;br /&gt;Also, my therapist rocks my socks because she let me ramble about my story ideas and told me they were good.</content>
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    <title>All the cool kids are doing it. Well, Zoey.</title>
    <published>2005-03-07T02:18:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-07T02:18:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>And still, with my fingers drawing circles in water.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Anti-abortion ideologues beware: I'm promoting objective, factual information on:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tourolaw.edu/patch/Roe/" title="Touro Law Center: Roe v. Wade (1973-01-22)"&gt;Roe v. Wade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gynpages.com/" title="GynPages.com: Abortion Clinics Online"&gt;abortion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can too. Join me in &lt;a href="http://www.radgeek.com/gt/2005/02/01/bombing_for"&gt;Bombing for Choice&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:leather_wings:165052</id>
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    <title>My ex-girlfriend could totally beat your ex-girlfriend in an unpacking-slowly contest.</title>
    <published>2005-03-07T02:02:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-07T02:02:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Rolling all around the hills, hallelujah.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userpic/24936577/3752690"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is a great icon. It took me a minute to figure it out.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:leather_wings:164810</id>
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    <title>I'm panicking.</title>
    <published>2005-03-07T00:29:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-07T00:40:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I'm lost and alone without you here by my side.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I don't know. Maybe it was all the pasta.&lt;br /&gt;It's at times like these that I wish I was a character on &lt;i&gt;Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;/i&gt;. When characters on &lt;i&gt;Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;/i&gt; panic, they get to have sex with Oz.&lt;br /&gt;ETA because this is short and I've made nine zillion entries today: my dad told me not to tackleglomp you, so I guess I won't. I may stutter, however. And you have no idea how much I wanted to call you.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:leather_wings:164528</id>
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    <title>I deleted my xanga and made a new one.</title>
    <published>2005-03-07T00:04:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-07T00:04:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>When the day is blue, I'll sit here wondering about you.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/dearxmatthew"&gt;Dearxmatthew&lt;/a&gt;. I quite like the layout.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:leather_wings:164314</id>
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    <title>Haha, my new icon makes me look like I have only one eye!</title>
    <published>2005-03-06T21:25:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-06T21:25:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>To the humming meadow. To the humming meadow.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Now people will feel sorry for me and give me presents.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:leather_wings:163863</id>
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    <title>Something sad.</title>
    <published>2005-03-06T21:03:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-06T21:12:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>We'll hold the hands of sinners; then we will pass.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Jackie (&lt;a href="http://www.exsanguis.net"&gt;beautiful website Jackie&lt;/a&gt;, not &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/annoyingchicken"&gt;terrifying school Jackie&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/rogotherogue"&gt;awesome CTY Jackie&lt;/a&gt;) broke up with her girlfriend. This is depressing because they were together when I found Jackie's old website more than a year ago, and had been for a long time then, and because they seemed neat. They don't know who I am, but it's still unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;ETA: I'm not sure why but I got bored and started reading terrifying school Jackie's lj and xanga. She says some really stupid things (e.g., "people can't handle the fact that I'm real and live in a town full of stuck-up phonies!!11") but she actually doesn't seem too bad. I'm still afraid of her, though, just because I have been for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;My icon is pretentious. I should make a new one.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:leather_wings:163838</id>
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    <title>Disturbing-ass story, courtesy of feminist.</title>
    <published>2005-03-06T20:38:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-06T20:38:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Something's growing under that wing.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Two women on a camping trip: ::are in a relationship::&lt;br /&gt;Homophobes: ::threaten them::&lt;br /&gt;First woman: We're not gay, I have my arm around her because her husband just died. How can you be so insensitive?&lt;br /&gt;Second woman: ::cries::&lt;br /&gt;Homophobes: OMG, we're so sorry! ::give them firewood::&lt;br /&gt;Eh. It just skeeves me out that someone could ha+e one group and still be perfectly nice and sensitive to people who they think don't belong to that group. I prefer to think of things in black and white.&lt;br /&gt;I like the phrase "skeeved out," as you can see.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:leather_wings:163237</id>
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    <title>I'm editing this entry because I was being a stupid attention whore and no one cared anyway.</title>
    <published>2005-03-06T02:18:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-06T03:08:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tell her not to go. I ain't holding on no more.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm feeling kind of sad, because I was reading the posts at this self-injury community and this girl posted pictures with the words "excuse the fat." I couldn't tell if she was fat. I couldn't even tell what body part/s the pictures were of--it was just an expanse of skin completely covered in red crosshatches. People were responding with comments like "That's really pretty" and "You bleed a lot." It's weird, because often when I see pictures of cuts I think they look cool. But this just struck me as incredibly tragic.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:leather_wings:162926</id>
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    <title>Hmm.</title>
    <published>2005-03-06T00:58:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-06T00:58:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I have no idea.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm listening to "Such Great Heights." I can't really make out what he's saying and it doesn't really appeal to me, although I guess it sounds pretty enough. I suppose this is one of those awesome lyrics!=awesome music things.&lt;br /&gt;Now I must find "Pretty Girl (The Way)" on LimeWire since &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_winterbymorning' lj:user='winterbymorning' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://winterbymorning.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://winterbymorning.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;winterbymorning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; asked me to send it to her forever ago and I didn't have it on my computer and such.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:leather_wings:159013</id>
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    <title>I invented another meme!</title>
    <published>2005-03-01T03:18:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-01T03:19:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I'll always love you.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It's like the one where you pick a quote from &lt;i&gt;Rent&lt;/i&gt; for everyone you know, except instead you pick a quote from &lt;i&gt;Room Noises&lt;/i&gt; for everyone on your friendslist. Some people have more than one username, like Nny and Annakins, so they got extra quotes. I did people who deleted their journals, also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_winterbymorning' lj:user='winterbymorning' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://winterbymorning.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://winterbymorning.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;winterbymorning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "Oh, when the day is blue I'll sit here wondering about you and how the pollen fell all around your face in strange yellow patterns." ("I Wasn't Prepared")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_adcjordan' lj:user='adcjordan' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://adcjordan.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://adcjordan.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;adcjordan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "You are my star, and that's not really far." ("Golly Sandra")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_all_grunged_up' lj:user='all_grunged_up' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://all-grunged-up.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://all-grunged-up.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;all_grunged_up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "Oh, you humor me today, calling me out to play with your telescope eyes, metal teeth. I can't be seen with you, you see." ("Telescope Eyes")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_androktone' lj:user='androktone' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://androktone.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://androktone.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;androktone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "Oh, what marvelous things but they are, they are, they are giving me the creeps." ("Marvelous Things")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_angelus7988' lj:user='angelus7988' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://angelus7988.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://angelus7988.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;angelus7988&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "And I'm not so afraid, lost at sea, as I should be. I'm not so afraid, lost at sea, you and I, you and me." ("Lost at Sea")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_ashura105' lj:user='ashura105' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://ashura105.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://ashura105.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;ashura105&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "I hold sunlight and swallow fireflies, and it makes me want to cry." ("Brightly Wound")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_blackstarlight_' lj:user='blackstarlight_' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/blackstarlight_/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/blackstarlight_/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;blackstarlight_&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "Golly, Sandra, you've grown up so crazy. Have I been too denying of you?" ("Golly Sandra")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_ditzkrieg' lj:user='ditzkrieg' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://ditzkrieg.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://ditzkrieg.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;ditzkrieg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "Congratulations 'cause we made it, all the way home, all the way home." ("Lost at Sea")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_elvesrflammable' lj:user='elvesrflammable' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://elvesrflammable.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://elvesrflammable.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;elvesrflammable&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "I glimpsed a bat with butterly wings; oh, what marvelous things." ("Marvelous Things")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_frogtech' lj:user='frogtech' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://frogtech.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://frogtech.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;frogtech&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "The mystery of salt and sea, oh ho ho, has never been intriguing, oh ho ho, to me, but the sea green is set so beautifully against your thoughtful face that I must close my eyes and turn my face." ("Lost at Sea")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_girlchild' lj:user='girlchild' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://girlchild.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://girlchild.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;girlchild&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "Something's growing under that wing. I think a face is dawning. Oh, no, the bugs are growing faces." ("Plenty of Paper")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_goblin_11' lj:user='goblin_11' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://goblin-11.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://goblin-11.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;goblin_11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "And perhaps now it's done 'cause we've found all the dire dreams of men and machines and turned them all around." ("Plenty of Paper")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_humynbeing' lj:user='humynbeing' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://humynbeing.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://humynbeing.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;humynbeing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "Dear, did you know that people love each other just like we do, just like they do?" ("Just Like We Do")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_i_fail_at_life_' lj:user='i_fail_at_life_' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/i_fail_at_life_/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/i_fail_at_life_/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;i_fail_at_life_&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "I woke the dawn, saw horses growing out the lawn." ("Marvelous Things")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_insert_allusion' lj:user='insert_allusion' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://insert-allusion.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://insert-allusion.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;insert_allusion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "We found a wood. We unfound a wood. And then we cried 'oh no.'" ("Trolley Wood")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_jean_skirt' lj:user='jean_skirt' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://jean-skirt.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://jean-skirt.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;jean_skirt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "The woman absentmindedly begins to sow; how she sows the seeds her husband loved so much. But he's no longer here with us." ("Memories")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_instrumentality' lj:user='instrumentality' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://instrumentality.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://instrumentality.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;instrumentality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "'My loving wife, it's so wonderful how small seeds gracefully do grow into beautiful things that spring from these rows with their musical names and musical sounds.'" ("Memories")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_kompoli89' lj:user='kompoli89' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://kompoli89.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://kompoli89.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;kompoli89&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "Dreary birds parade across the dreary sky." ("Memories")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_loupgar' lj:user='loupgar' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=loupgar'&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://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=loupgar'&gt;&lt;b&gt;loupgar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "I'm always wondering where you are. I'm always wondering where you. Darling, shouldn't I be the one wondering? After all, I'm the one who's gone." ("Memories")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_love_shine' lj:user='love_shine' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://love-shine.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://love-shine.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;love_shine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "We were walking there; I had tangles in my hair, but you make me feel so pretty." ("Brightly Wound")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_lovelikeadrug' lj:user='lovelikeadrug' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://lovelikeadrug.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://lovelikeadrug.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;lovelikeadrug&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "Have I been too untrusting? Take me down to the bridge where you know that I've always loved you." ("Golly Sandra")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_morbid_in_pink' lj:user='morbid_in_pink' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://morbid-in-pink.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://morbid-in-pink.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;morbid_in_pink&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "I shall never grow up; make-believe is much too fun. Can we go far away to the humming meadow?" ("Brightly Wound")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_myusernamerox' lj:user='myusernamerox' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://myusernamerox.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://myusernamerox.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;myusernamerox&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_neko_no_baka' lj:user='neko_no_baka' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://neko-no-baka.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://neko-no-baka.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;neko_no_baka&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "And we could throw all our leaves in, seeing our dragon when we look." ("Brightly Wound")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_nest_freemark' lj:user='nest_freemark' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://nest-freemark.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://nest-freemark.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;nest_freemark&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "My heart was caught in a landslide and now it feels for you only, for you only." ("My Lovely")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_imbunche' lj:user='imbunche' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://imbunche.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://imbunche.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;imbunche&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "This is a song for you, lovely. Remember that it is for you only, for you only." ("My Lovely")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_okibi_banshi' lj:user='okibi_banshi' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://okibi-banshi.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://okibi-banshi.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;okibi_banshi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "But her life is so beautiful as memories continue to grow." ("Memories")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_orphansongs' lj:user='orphansongs' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://orphansongs.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://orphansongs.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;orphansongs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "And it is warming you and I, fragile as we lie." ("One Day I Slowly Floated Away")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_pavedsilver' lj:user='pavedsilver' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://pavedsilver.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://pavedsilver.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;pavedsilver&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "You have shining eyes; yes, like those forest lights. And it makes me want to cry." ("Brightly Wound")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_retractedclaws' lj:user='retractedclaws' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://retractedclaws.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://retractedclaws.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;retractedclaws&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "And please tell me, will we ever find it again? Do trolleys still drive?" ("Trolley Wood")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_rogotherogue' lj:user='rogotherogue' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://rogotherogue.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://rogotherogue.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;rogotherogue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "It's happening all the time when I open my eyes. I'm still taken by surprise." ("Brightly Wound")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_s2k577' lj:user='s2k577' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://s2k577.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://s2k577.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;s2k577&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "You've got a lot of nerve, coming here." ("One Day I Slowly Floated Away")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_shamelessposer' lj:user='shamelessposer' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://shamelessposer.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://shamelessposer.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;shamelessposer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "Dark night--hold tight, and sleep tight, my baby. Morning light shall burst bright and keep us here safely." ("Marvelous Things")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_shunya' lj:user='shunya' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://shunya.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://shunya.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;shunya&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "Out one day, walking one day; out one day with you, hallelujah." ("Trolley Wood")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_snidgety' lj:user='snidgety' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://snidgety.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://snidgety.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;snidgety&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "And wouldn't we be attractive with our shiny motorcars and eyeglasses full of stars and plenty of paper for scenery and paintings?" ("Plenty of Paper")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_wordsaremyfaith' lj:user='wordsaremyfaith' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://wordsaremyfaith.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://wordsaremyfaith.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;wordsaremyfaith&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "We found a wood with trolleys on wheels rolling all around the hills, hallelujah, and just as soon it had slipped into the growing dusk, and it's not very likely that we'll find it a-find it again." ("Trolley Wood")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_sorrowsfemme' lj:user='sorrowsfemme' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sorrowsfemme.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://sorrowsfemme.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sorrowsfemme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "One day I slowly floated away." (Guess.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_the_mixer' lj:user='the_mixer' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://the-mixer.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://the-mixer.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;the_mixer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "I'm just like you; I know you know. I'm just like you, so leave me alone." ("Telescope Eyes")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_tortoisesoup' lj:user='tortoisesoup' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tortoisesoup.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://tortoisesoup.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tortoisesoup&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "Wake up in the morning; I shall wake up and so shall you." ("One Day I Slowly Floated Away")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_xcursed_gold' lj:user='xcursed_gold' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://xcursed-gold.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://xcursed-gold.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;xcursed_gold&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "I love you." ("Brightly Wound")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_xxshimmerdustxx' lj:user='xxshimmerdustxx' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://xxshimmerdustxx.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://xxshimmerdustxx.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;xxshimmerdustxx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "You might feel the wonder." ("Marvelous Things")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that took all the fun of quoting Eisley. It took more than an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Also, Clayton said I was tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravus axis:  Well, I only have to spend a few days. If she says no, I'll have to live with it, I guess.&lt;br /&gt; Ravus axis:  It's too bad, too, because I think I'm finally being realistic.&lt;br /&gt; ClaytontheWeird4:  That's good.&lt;br /&gt; ClaytontheWeird4:  Sort of.&lt;br /&gt; Ravus axis:  Well, see, I forget if I posted this. But I was kind of settling for () and [] because I had this idea of the perfect girl who I would someday meet.&lt;br /&gt; Ravus axis:  But now I'm thinking () is better than someone I could dream up. And the only way I'll be able to get over her is to return to the dream.&lt;br /&gt; ClaytontheWeird4:  That's kind of sweet.  And tragic.</content>
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    <title>Zoey will never ever ever be online again, it seems.</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;001. What is your name?: Aster.&lt;br /&gt;002. Spell your name backwards: Resta. Neat.&lt;br /&gt;003. Date of birth: November 11, 1988.&lt;br /&gt;004. Male or female?: Female.&lt;br /&gt;005. Astrological sign: Scorpio.&lt;br /&gt;006. Nicknames: None, really. A-shoe, a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;007. Occupation?: Student.&lt;br /&gt;008. Height: 5'5".&lt;br /&gt;009. Weight: 115, about.&lt;br /&gt;010. Hair color: Brown.&lt;br /&gt;011. Eye color: Hazel.&lt;br /&gt;012. Where were you born?: Connecticut. &lt;br /&gt;013. Where do you reside now?: See above.&lt;br /&gt;014. Age: 16. &lt;br /&gt;015. Screen names: Ravusaxis, Capeangel15.&lt;br /&gt;016. E-mail address: ravusaxus@aol.com, asterw@werewolf-in-love.net (although I don't think the latter works).&lt;br /&gt;017. What does your screen name stand for?: "Ravus axis" means "gray sky" in Latin, although it isn't conjugated or anything. I got Capeangel15 when I was eleven or twelve so I don't really know what it means aside from me liking Cape Cod and angels.&lt;br /&gt;018. What is your livejournal name?: leather_wings.&lt;br /&gt;019. What does your livejournal name stand for?: I like leather and wings. And I wrote a story about a girl who had leather wings.&lt;br /&gt;020. Pets: A bearded collie named Willow.&lt;br /&gt;021. Number of candles you blew out on your last birthday cake?: I don't remember when I last had a birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;022. Piercings?: Ears. I leave them for long periods of time and then when I put earrings back in it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;023. Tattoos?: None. When I grow up I'd like to get "I love you" across my wrist and possibly wings on my back or the word "If" between my shoulder blades.&lt;br /&gt;024. Shoe size: Eight, I think.&lt;br /&gt;025. Righty or lefty?: Lefty.&lt;br /&gt;026. Wearing: Pajamas, as I have been all day. Striped pastel bottoms and my &lt;i&gt;Monty Python and the Holy Grail&lt;/i&gt; killer rabbit shirt.&lt;br /&gt;027. Hearing: "Plenty of Paper" by Eisley.&lt;br /&gt;028. Feeling: Okay. Maybe a little anxious.&lt;br /&gt;029. Eating/drinking: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Love/Kissing/And Other Stuff~&lt;br /&gt;030. Have you ever been in love?: I think so.&lt;br /&gt;031. How many people have you told "I love you"?: Um, my parents, my dog, Nick, Kai, I think maybe Zoey, probably Kristin... I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;032. How many people have you been in love with?: It depends on what you consider love.&lt;br /&gt;033. Does someone in your family wear a toupee?: Not that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;034. Do you have any nieces or nephews?: No.&lt;br /&gt;035. Are your parents divorced?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;036. Do you have step parents?: No.&lt;br /&gt;037. Has your family ever disowned another member of your family?: Again, not that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;038. If so for what?: N/A.&lt;br /&gt;039. Did some of your family come from another country?: Um, I think everyone in the USA did, doof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Music Stuff~&lt;br /&gt;040. What song do you swear was written about you or your life?: "City of Life" by Stroke9. &lt;br /&gt;041. What's the most embarrasing cd you own?: I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;042. What's the best cd you own?: &lt;i&gt;Room Noises&lt;/i&gt; by Eisley, in my current state of mind, at least.&lt;br /&gt;043. What song do you absolutely     ?: I can't think of one, although I'm sure I do. I'm not too fond of "I'll Never Tell" from &lt;i&gt;Once More With Feeling&lt;/i&gt; or "Seasons of Love" from &lt;i&gt;Rent&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;044. Do you sing in the shower?: Often.&lt;br /&gt;045. What song reminds you of that special someone?: "Gypsy" by Suzanne Vega and a lot of &lt;i&gt;Rent&lt;/i&gt; and "I Wasn't Prepared" by Eisley and probably lots of other songs as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Okay, I Name An Artist And You Give Any One Of Their Songs!~ (note: With bonus)&lt;br /&gt;046. Pink Floyd: Dark Side of the Moon... that is a song, right, not just a CD?&lt;br /&gt;047. Aerosmith: Dream On.&lt;br /&gt;048. Madonna: American Life.&lt;br /&gt;049. Korn: I can't.&lt;br /&gt;050. Backstreet Boys: I Want it That Way.&lt;br /&gt;051. The Beatles: Eleanor Rigby.&lt;br /&gt;052. Sublime: Date Rape.&lt;br /&gt;053. J.Lo: Jenny From the Block.&lt;br /&gt;054. Nsync: God Must Have Spent a Little More Time On You.&lt;br /&gt;055. Limp Bizkit: Can't.&lt;br /&gt;056. Britney Spears: Everytime.&lt;br /&gt;057. Creed: My Sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;058. Enrique Iglesias: I'm drawing a blank. Is that the right expression?&lt;br /&gt;059. Good Charlotte: Riot Girl.&lt;br /&gt;060. Christina Aguilera: Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;061. Eminem: Without Me.&lt;br /&gt;062. New Found Glory: I know like one song by them, but don't remember the name.&lt;br /&gt;063. Kelly Clarkson: Since U Been Gone.&lt;br /&gt;064. Green Day: Basket Case.&lt;br /&gt;065. Mandy Moore: I'm proud to say I can't think of any.&lt;br /&gt;066. Sum 41: The Hell Song. (Most disturbing video ever, yo.)&lt;br /&gt;067. Aaliyah: I can't.&lt;br /&gt;068. Nelly: Hot In Here. Although, isn't spelled "Hot in Herre," or something stupid like that?&lt;br /&gt;069. Alicia Keys: A Woman's Worth. Which is way offensive, according to Kai. :)&lt;br /&gt;070. Incubus: Warning. One of my favorite music videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Favorites~&lt;br /&gt;071. Color: Green.&lt;br /&gt;072. Food: Kraft macaroni and cheese.&lt;br /&gt;073. Song: "Trolley Wood," by Eisley (although when the obsession fades, probably something by Suzanne Vega, like "Gypsy," "Luka," or "(I'll Never Be) Your Maggie May").&lt;br /&gt;074. Show: &lt;i&gt;Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;075. School subject: English or Early Music Ensemble.&lt;br /&gt;076. Band/singer: Eisley, duh. A few days ago, Suzanne Vega or Stroke9.&lt;br /&gt;077. Animal: Okapi.&lt;br /&gt;078. Outfit: My pink skirt, my pink flower and blue snowflake socks, and my "Let's switch gender roles!" t-shirt from &lt;a href="http://www.mushycat.com"&gt;Mushycat&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;079. Radio station: I don't really listen to the radio.&lt;br /&gt;080. Movie: &lt;i&gt;The Quiet Room&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;081. Pair of shoes: My green sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;082. Cartoon: Hey Arnold.&lt;br /&gt;083. Actors: Tom Lenk, Liam Aiken.&lt;br /&gt;084. Actresses: Emily Browning, Alyson Hannigan, Jena Malone.&lt;br /&gt;085. Potato chip: The sour kind, whatever it's called. I really prefer Doritos.&lt;br /&gt;086. Drink: Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;087. Alcholic drink: Champagne.&lt;br /&gt;088. Holiday: Christmas, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;089. Perfume/cologne: I've never worn any.&lt;br /&gt;090. Pizza topping: Pineapple.&lt;br /&gt;091. Jello flavor: I don't eat jello.&lt;br /&gt;092. Lunch meat: Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;093. Board game: I despise board games.&lt;br /&gt;094. Video game: I don't play video games.&lt;br /&gt;095. Website: &lt;a href="http://www.exsanguis.net"&gt;Exsanguis.Net&lt;/a&gt;. (Do you know how much restraint it took not to say &lt;a href="http://www.eisley.com"&gt;Eisley.Com&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;096. Book: &lt;i&gt;The Perks of Being a Wallflower&lt;/i&gt; by Stephen Chbosky. Yes, I'm emo.&lt;br /&gt;097. Computer game: Pinball.&lt;br /&gt;098. Number: Eleven.&lt;br /&gt;099. Cereal: Cinnamin Toast Crunch. (Hee, &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_the_mixer' lj:user='the_mixer' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://the-mixer.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://the-mixer.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;the_mixer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I are twins!)&lt;br /&gt;100. Comedian: Maria something. She had long pale hair, wore a leather jacket, and claimed to have no breasts--I saw her on Comedy Central a year or two ago and wish I could find out who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Your Bedroom/Sleeping Habits~&lt;br /&gt;116. What color are your sheets?: White.&lt;br /&gt;117. What color are your bedroom walls?: Orange-and-red-patterned wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;117. Do you have posters on your wall?: Some.&lt;br /&gt;118. If so of what?: The Ramones, a painting of a mermaid, "First they came for the Communists...," and a Brian Andreas print. I may have forgotten something.&lt;br /&gt;119. Do you have a tv in your bedroom?: No.&lt;br /&gt;120. How many pillows are on your bed?: Two.&lt;br /&gt;121. What do you normally sleep in?: Pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;122. Describe your favorite pair of pajamas: Plaid and bluish-gray.&lt;br /&gt;123. What size bed do you have? Biggish.&lt;br /&gt;124. Do you have a waterbed/bunkbed/daybed?: No.&lt;br /&gt;125. Do you have your own phone line in your bedroom?: No.&lt;br /&gt;127. Describe the last nightmare you had: I already posted it. My grandmother got pregnant and had to get an abortion. At the abortion clinic they had a gift shop where they sold fake fetuses. My grandmother ate one of the fake fetuses. I was skeeved out. The end.&lt;br /&gt;128. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?: Sometimes my big stuffed cow or my &lt;i&gt;Rent&lt;/i&gt; cow.&lt;br /&gt;129. How many people can comfortably sleep in your bed?: Maybe two. Zoey, Kai, and I tried to sleep in it once and it was awful. I kicked Kai out 'cause I'm a bitch and she was frozen, the poor love.&lt;br /&gt;130. Do you sleep in any unusual positions?: I wrap the sheet around my eyes so if someone or something scary comes into the room, I won't see zir/it if I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;131. Do you have to share your bedroom with a sibling?: I have none.&lt;br /&gt;132. Do you snore?: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;133. How about drool?: Actually, not usually.&lt;br /&gt;134. Do you have an alarm clock in your room?: Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;135. What color is the carpet in your room?: Maybe tan? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;136. What's under your bed?: Nothing that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~This or that~&lt;br /&gt;137. Beach/mountains: Beach.&lt;br /&gt;138. Donuts/bagels: Bagels (preferably onion).&lt;br /&gt;139. Day/night: I like both.&lt;br /&gt;140. Wicked witch of the east/wicked witch of the west: Elphaba all the way.&lt;br /&gt;141. Heaven/hell: Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;142. Make love/have sex: Neither--play.&lt;br /&gt;143. Coffee/tea: Coffee, if it has obscene amounts of sugar, milk, and cream in it.&lt;br /&gt;144. Britney/Christina: Definitely Christina.&lt;br /&gt;145. Swiss cheese/american cheese: Swiss cheese.&lt;br /&gt;146. Real World/Road Rules: I've never watched either.&lt;br /&gt;147. Backstreet Boys/Nsync: I guess Nsync because I've (::ducks head::) seen them.&lt;br /&gt;148. Silver/gold: Silver.&lt;br /&gt;149. Nike/Adidas: I've never had either.&lt;br /&gt;150. McDonalds/Taco Bell: Taco Bell.&lt;br /&gt;151. Sweet/sour: I love both.&lt;br /&gt;152. Punk/emo: See above.&lt;br /&gt;153. Hot/cold: Cold.&lt;br /&gt;154. Winter/summer: I'm indecisive, like Nick.&lt;br /&gt;155. Spring/fall: Fall.&lt;br /&gt;156. Operas/plays: Plays.&lt;br /&gt;157. Read/watch tv: Read.&lt;br /&gt;158. Cd's/tapes: CDs.&lt;br /&gt;159. Dvd's/VHS: DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;160. Old/new: Depends.&lt;br /&gt;161. Shorts/skirts: Skirts.&lt;br /&gt;162. Pink/red: Red.&lt;br /&gt;163. Colored/black and white photos: Colored.&lt;br /&gt;164. Meat/vegetables: Meat.&lt;br /&gt;165. Mexican food/chinese food: Mexican.&lt;br /&gt;166. Commercials/infomercials: Commercials, although I don't really like either.&lt;br /&gt;167. Scary movies/comedies: I guess scary; I don't have anything against comedies on principle, but some of them kind of suck.&lt;br /&gt;168. Bikinis/one piece bathing suits: One piece.&lt;br /&gt;169. Sandals/tennis shoes: Tennis shoes.&lt;br /&gt;170. Dogs/cats: Dogs.&lt;br /&gt;171. Unicorns/fairies: Fairies.&lt;br /&gt;172. Water/land: Water.&lt;br /&gt;173. Sugar/spice: Sugar.&lt;br /&gt;174. Black/white: Black.&lt;br /&gt;175. Ribbons/bows: Ribbons.&lt;br /&gt;176. Chicken/beef: Beef.&lt;br /&gt;177. Colored/white christmas lights: Colored.&lt;br /&gt;178. Cars/trucks: Cars.&lt;br /&gt;179. Austin Powers/James Bond: Austin Powers.&lt;br /&gt;180. Popcorn/pretzels: Popcorn. I ha+e pretzels.&lt;br /&gt;181. Hip/hop: Hip(s).&lt;br /&gt;182. Passionate kiss/peck: Brush. I think, based on my limited experience..&lt;br /&gt;183. WWE wrestling/real wrestling: Neither.&lt;br /&gt;184. Back rub/foot massage: Back rub.&lt;br /&gt;185. Picture frames/photo albums: Picture frames.&lt;br /&gt;186. Pens/pencils: Pens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Have You Ever....~&lt;br /&gt;247. Mooned anyone?: No.&lt;br /&gt;248. Been on a diet?: Many times.&lt;br /&gt;249. Been to a foreign country?: See above.&lt;br /&gt;250. Broken a bone? My leg. I was five or six, so I don't remember which one anymore.&lt;br /&gt;251. Swallowed a tooth/cap/filling?: No. A stone once.&lt;br /&gt;252. Sworn at a teacher?: No.&lt;br /&gt;253. Talked to a livejournal member via e-mails or instant messages?: Yes, but usually only people I didn't meet through lj.&lt;br /&gt;254. Got in a fight?: Maybe in fifth grade.&lt;br /&gt;255. Dated a teacher?: Um... no.&lt;br /&gt;256. Laughed so hard you peed your pants?: Thankfully not.&lt;br /&gt;257. Thought about         your enemy?: Yeah. I was a fucked-up little eighth-grader.&lt;br /&gt;258. Gone skinny dipping?: No.&lt;br /&gt;259. Met another livejournal member in the flesh?: See #253 and take out "usually."&lt;br /&gt;260. Told a little white lie?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;261. Told a secret you swore not to tell?: Once or twice.&lt;br /&gt;262. Stolen anything?: I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;263. Misused a swear word and it sounded absolutely stupid?: Probably. &lt;br /&gt;264. Been on TV?: Yeah, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;265. Been on the radio?: No.&lt;br /&gt;266. Been in a mosh pit?: No.&lt;br /&gt;267. Been to a concert?: Yup. Nsync (shut up), Iain Matthews twice, Richard Thompson four times, and Suzanne Vega twice. I think that's it.&lt;br /&gt;268. Dated one of your best friends?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;269. Loved someone so much it makes you cry?: I think so.&lt;br /&gt;270. Decieved somebody close to you?: I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;271. Broken the law?: I might've jaywalked. Oh, and downloaded songs from the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;272. Been to a rodeo?: No, thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;273. Been on a talk show?: No.&lt;br /&gt;274. Been on a game show?: No.&lt;br /&gt;275. Been on an airplane? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;276. Gotten to ride on a firetruck?: Not that I remember.&lt;br /&gt;277. Came close to dying?: I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;278. Cheated on a bf/gf?: I've been polyamorous, but don't think I've ever cheated. Maybe in thought.&lt;br /&gt;279. Gave someone a piggy back ride?: Maybe when I was little?&lt;br /&gt;280. Terr0rized a babysitter?: Well, I did monologue about Animorphs a lot.&lt;br /&gt;281. Made a mud pie?: I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;282. Had a dream where you're falling off a cliff?: No.&lt;br /&gt;283. Snuck out of the house at night?: No. I'd like to though.&lt;br /&gt;284. Been so drunk you don't remember your name?: No.&lt;br /&gt;285. Had an eating disorder?: My doctor says I have, but I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;286. Felt like you didn't belong?: Almost perpetually for several years.&lt;br /&gt;287. Felt like the 3rd wheel?: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;288. Smoked?: No.&lt;br /&gt;289. Done      ?: No (except Adderall, et. al.).&lt;br /&gt;290. Been arrested?: No.&lt;br /&gt;291. Had your tonsils removed?: No.&lt;br /&gt;292. Gone to camp?: Of course.&lt;br /&gt;293. Won a bet?: I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;294. Written a love letter?: Yes. Often in my lj.&lt;br /&gt;295. Gone out of your way to be with the one you love?: I guess.&lt;br /&gt;296. Written a love poem?: Most of my poems are love-related.&lt;br /&gt;297. Kissed in the rain?: No, but that'd be neat. &lt;br /&gt;298. Slow danced with someone you love?: No.&lt;br /&gt;299. Participated in cyber sex?: No.&lt;br /&gt;300. Faked an orgasm?: No.&lt;br /&gt;301. Stolen a kiss?: That would be terrible.&lt;br /&gt;302. Asked a friend for relationship advice?: Probably.&lt;br /&gt;303. Had a friend steal your bf/gf?: I feel like I have, but can't think of anyone. I'm probably imagining things.&lt;br /&gt;304. Watched the sunset/rise with someone you love?: With my family.&lt;br /&gt;305. Gotten a speeding ticket?: I'm too immature to drive.&lt;br /&gt;306. Done jail time?: No.&lt;br /&gt;307. Had to wear a uniform to work?: No.&lt;br /&gt;308. Won a trophy?: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;309. Thrown up in public?: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;310. Bowled a perfect game?: No.&lt;br /&gt;311. Failed/got held back?: No.&lt;br /&gt;312. Got perfect attendance in grade school?: No.&lt;br /&gt;313. Roasted pumpkin seeds?: No.&lt;br /&gt;314. Taken ballet lessons?: When I was little.&lt;br /&gt;315. Attempted suicyde?: Never.&lt;br /&gt;316. Cut yourself?: Many times.&lt;br /&gt;317. The end?: Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was fun. Gacked from &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_the_mixer' lj:user='the_mixer' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://the-mixer.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://the-mixer.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;the_mixer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, btw.</content>
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