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  <title>quite a lot of trouble for such a pretty little girl</title>
  <subtitle>protecting you from the ravages of hell since 1988!</subtitle>
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    <name>Commie, Homo-Loving Son of a Gun</name>
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  <updated>2006-08-26T04:39:14Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chibirhm:372879</id>
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    <title>Don't be scared; a million times before, I've walked away alive and on my feet again.</title>
    <published>2006-08-26T02:07:06Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-26T04:39:14Z</updated>
    <category term="wtf body?"/>
    <category term="evan my not-so-better half"/>
    <category term="my uterus is lame"/>
    <category term="my family is on crack"/>
    <category term="vacations that don&amp;apos;t suck"/>
    <category term="my hormones should die"/>
    <lj:music>Can't Exist - Joseph Arthur</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v60/ChibiRHM/sandyhiatus.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if any of you guys have been living under a hole, I'm leaving you for a week to go on vacation. Unacceptable, I know. I &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; go on vacation. This is my only vacation &lt;i&gt;all year.&lt;/i&gt; It's almost blasphemous, for me to, like, have to pack to go somewhere. But I am leaving you for a week, and I have the numbers so I promise to call and phone post at least once. The monthly music round-up will be, of course, delayed a couple of days, but I will return bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, and ready to fulfill my lot in life as a musical bucaneer. Until then, behave yourselves, my children. I will read about your various sundry escapades when I return.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit:&lt;/b&gt; So I have made a very bad decision. I watched What Not to Wear: Baby on Board while on my period and extremely hormonal. And now, with every fiber in my being, I DESPERATELY want to be pregnant. Without having sex, because I'm so not ready for that. But those women looked so beautiful and their bellies were so pretty and they had the mommy glow. Sigh. I also made the mistake of telling this to my mom, who I freaked out completely with how insistant I was with my hormonalness. It's just, sometimes when I have my period I hold my belly at night and it feels lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is probably one of those nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit 2:&lt;/b&gt; Okay, I know I'm supposed to be asleep, but this was just too amazing to not save for posterity. So I'm sitting downstairs settling down for bed (I like to sleep on the couch during the summer so I can stay up and not disturb people with my odd hours), and Evan comes down to get a Claratin. Now both he and my sister have pretty bad sniffly allergies to things and always have, and I've never been allergic to anything in my entire life. Anyways, Evan gives me a sort of odd look and goes "Did you take your Claritin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sitting here listening to Luther and I pause and look up at him and go "Um, why would I do that? I'm not allergic to anything." And he cocks his head to the side and goes "...really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to remind you that this is Evan. Who I, you know, shared the womb with. Just to clear that one up.</content>
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    <title>chibirhm @ 2004-04-20T18:10:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-20T22:13:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-20T22:14:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bed of Lies - Matchbox 20</lj:music>
    <content type="html">What was I thinking? Why did I think that I would ever ever ever be good enough to join &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_lotrpschallenge' lj:user='lotrpschallenge' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/lotrpschallenge/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/lotrpschallenge/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;lotrpschallenge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? And what were they thinking accepting me? They accepted me on a &lt;i&gt;What's Eating Gilbert Grape?&lt;/i&gt; story. What if I can't write LoTR RPS? Fuck it, no what ifs. I CAN'T WRITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the shit did I THINK I could write? My stuff's forced and weird. The charecters all conform into one person, I don't pick up speech patterns, and I HAVE no original ideas. Or any ideas. I can just bullshit my way by typing a lot fast and then saying it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't. Write. Am. A. Failure.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chibirhm:115530</id>
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    <title>chibirhm @ 2004-04-20T17:47:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-20T21:54:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-20T21:54:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tere Bin Nahin Lagda - Partners In Rhyme</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hi. I think I'm dead. Or dying. Cold. Slowly. Draining. Life force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY CRAP. As I typed that, I heard, for the first time, the icecream truck. Feel marginally better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only not really. Mom is ragging on me about my eating habits again because all of my old pants are too tight in the butt. I mean, whatever, I'm filling out. But no, apparently it's bad and I'm unhealthy. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't fall asleep until three in the morning last night due to aforementioned cold. Am thus irritable and will most probably bite your head off. If I wanted to talk to you about my pointless rage, I would have told you. DON'T ASK ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phwar. She-Bitch eats you.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chibirhm:99322</id>
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    <title>It's a wild world, and I'm getting by on a smile.</title>
    <published>2004-03-09T03:45:29Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-09T03:45:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Momentum - Vienna Teng</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I UPDATED &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_iconic_goodness' lj:user='iconic_goodness' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://iconic-goodness.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://iconic-goodness.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;iconic_goodness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and it is teh cool. Go and take my icons. The power of the pimp compells you. OOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today during X-Block I went and hung out with Mr. Montague and Ms. Chambers, who are teh cool. Like, really. I want to be related to them. And they LOVE MY WRITING! CA-CHING! Supposedly I have a 'natural, flowing style'. Which I think is a good thing. It is a good thing, right? Right. Of course, I was writing about Jesus, and everyone loves Jesus. If Jesus were alive right now, I'm sure he would be on varsity preaching and have lots of girls falling all over him. I mean, since he looks like Brad Pitt. What, you never noticed the similarity? That's one of the reasons I could never date a man who looked like Brad Pitt. I mean, who do you date after you date Jesus? It kinda makes me wish &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; was Jesus. Everyone would love me too, and my birthday would get celebrated a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I would constantly appear in pictures naked and starving, the Pope would be following me, and I would look like Brad Pitt. Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I'm making myself giggle. I am so witty, yes I am. I'm having another self love day. Everyone needs on once and a while, even you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, was there a point to this update? I practiced Ascot (Askit!) Gavotte for 2 hours with everyone 'getting it perfect'. Of course, now, according to Robb, we don't sound like we're boys and girls on crack. Thanks Robb. All you really have to think about is having a pogo stick up your ass and it all comes together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have re-gone on one of my 'Baker Baker' binges. It is so pretty I have been listening to it five trillion times, only I'm not listening to it now because my parents didn't want to hear it for the five trillion and first, and I value my life. My dad nearly killed me after the last 'Changes' phase. He said no one, not even David Bowie, was good that many times in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dads are stupid sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one of the major hilights of my day was definately going home with Jake as we talked in Russian accents about getting into people's pants. Hearts to the muchos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did not make my day was acting stupid. Several things. One, if you want to tell me something, please tell me something. Also, don't make it an obnoxious something so I have to ignore you, because frankly, I don't care. Playing the idiot is not fun and I really hate it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chibirhm:98954</id>
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    <title>Et le dramatique...</title>
    <published>2004-03-08T16:05:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-08T16:05:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Joey - Concrete Blonde</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, art DIDN'T suck monkey balls today. I'm pleasently suprised. I think that people aren't that bad if you get them on the right topic or SAY what annoys you. Like, I told them I was annoyed by rap so they're going to listen to Oldies next class. Stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though admittedly, the majority of these people in my art class are freaking shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll work on tolerating that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept horribly last night, I couldn't fall asleep for two hours and then I woke up at 5:45 this morning freezing and I dozed for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my math teacher, when asked if I was insane, said "Definately getting there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: YES! Um, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Anyways, the real reason I have holed up in the library is 12th Night. Lindsay got in AND got a lead role, and Rosey, who is unhealthily obsessed with 12th Night (comparable to my Les Mis obsession, really), didn't get in. So now Lindsay says Rosey is 'Self destructing' and Rosey's upset and I, of course, have nothing to do with this and need to stay out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why Rosey is best friends with Lindsay. It's kind of like Rosey purposely chose whoever she got in fights with the most. Each to their own, Rosey and Lindsay are Rosey and Lindsay, and Julia is the one who doesn't get involved anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I am not whining. Well, I am, a little. I needed to pick Lindsay's brain on the relationship between Aquarius and Pisces, it's important to my story. Dazamn. I need to go on a good icon spree right now. Sadly for that obsession, rehersal until six again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le merde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I have the National French Exam on Wednesday, can you tell?</content>
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    <title>chibirhm @ 2004-01-28T22:51:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-29T03:59:18Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-29T03:59:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bitter - Nine Days</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm in the middle of feeling insanely creative. Yay, Nine Days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay the musical. I'm really loving it right now. Like, Martha, Mad-eye and Jake are all the best people in the entire world and I love them, just to name a few. My Fair Lady is a North show and I'm IN it. I'm IN A NORTH SHOW. This has been my dream for how many years? That just really hit me today. I'm in a SHOW. And I have FRIENDS. And I'm having FUN. And when you do, the stress really just.. goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've been insanely energetic today. Just, yeah. My torrid affair with life continues. Tune in next week for WHEN LIFE CHEATS ON JULIA!! Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit:&lt;/b&gt; I had the coolest away message today: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To my beloved rubber duckie-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here to tell you that you truely are the one. Without you, I don't think my bathtime would nearly be as fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the light can through the window and caught on your plastic feathers, I understood the words of Big Bird, Bert, Ernie, and in short, I AM FOND OF YOOOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Julia&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chibirhm:23584</id>
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    <title>KAT'S GETTING MARRIED!!!</title>
    <published>2003-06-04T01:46:35Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-04T01:46:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lifehouse - Breathing</lj:music>
    <content type="html">You must know for this convo.. George is God... not that Kat will settle for less.. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat: *smacks you about the head* =P&lt;br /&gt;Julia: ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Julia: Hi?&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat: RAWR!&lt;br /&gt;Kat: *smacks you about the head again*&lt;br /&gt;Julia: Ow.&lt;br /&gt;Julia: *shields head*&lt;br /&gt;Julia: What did I do this time?&lt;br /&gt;Kat: &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia: Jazz shoes.. I know.&lt;br /&gt;Julia: *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Kat: It's okay now. =P&lt;br /&gt;Julia: ;-;&lt;br /&gt;Julia: *rubs head sadly*&lt;br /&gt;Kat: I gave Caren's mum mine. ^^; I'll get 'em back for dance, and I'll give 'em back for Friday and Saturday - the performances.&lt;br /&gt;Julia: I'll look for mine after I do meh jobs.&lt;br /&gt;Julia: Worst case scenario.. she can wear really big socks in yours.. or stuff the toes with tissues.&lt;br /&gt;Kat: Gawd. X.X Her feet aren't that small, really. It's just that mine are like really big on ME. x.x;&lt;br /&gt;Julia: I know.&lt;br /&gt;Kat: *feet not really huge...*&lt;br /&gt;Julia: XD&lt;br /&gt;Kat: *blinks* Meh SNEAKERS are big on meh, and zey'sh been on me awhile...and mesa jazz shoes are half a size bigger. 'Cause we were smaaaaart buyin' 'em. Oh well. I'll grow. I think.&lt;br /&gt;Julia: &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat: *blink* Mesa mum don't think I'sa growin' anymore. =P Not true...&lt;br /&gt;Julia: *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;Julia: I wouldn't know.&lt;br /&gt;Julia: I should grow into my hands and feet.. big ones don't run in the family.&lt;br /&gt;Kat: *blink*&lt;br /&gt;Kat: Note to Self: Pray for Julia.&lt;br /&gt;Kat: *considers praying against Julia*&lt;br /&gt;Julia: ;-;&lt;br /&gt;Julia: MEEEANIE.&lt;br /&gt;Kat: ...Naw. Not worth it. Got better things to do wiv mesa time, and George'll do 'is own work. ^^ He says hi, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;Julia: ^^&lt;br /&gt;Kat: Except now he's scurried away. He's very busy.&lt;br /&gt;Julia: I know.&lt;br /&gt;Julia: We're special friends.&lt;br /&gt;Kat: He says, about the 'Now I lay me down to sleep' that he doesn't really want to keep or take anyone's soul. He's got enough.&lt;br /&gt;Julia: XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;Julia: Like Ava's necklace?&lt;br /&gt;Kat: Naw. He's not so greedy as the obsidian chunk she's got. He's rather sick of hearing that every night, you see. Time zones and the spinning of Earth don't work for him.&lt;br /&gt;Kat: Well, he made it all, but now he's annoyed, 'cause he can't find the off button.&lt;br /&gt;Julia: XD&lt;br /&gt;Julia: Glad I introduced you two to each other.&lt;br /&gt;Kat: We get along. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Julia: ^_^ When's the wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Julia: I'm thinking all cream..&lt;br /&gt;Kat: He's a little old for me.&lt;br /&gt;Julia: XD&lt;br /&gt;Kat: (remember Maddy screaming about cradle stealing)&lt;br /&gt;Julia: He's any age you want.&lt;br /&gt;Julia: That's why he's George.&lt;br /&gt;Kat: In that case...&lt;br /&gt;Julia: ^^&lt;br /&gt;Julia: And yellow roses with tinted pink edges.&lt;br /&gt;Kat: Hmmmmm, could he maybe change his name legally? If not, that's all right - there are things to live with in this world.&lt;br /&gt;Julia: XD&lt;br /&gt;Kat: Ye...odd...&lt;br /&gt;Kat: *blink*&lt;br /&gt;Julia: ^_^ You loff me.&lt;br /&gt;Kat: Tea roses. XD ORANGE tea roses look sorta creamy sometimes... *ponder ponder* So I'm Witch and George is God? Fun. o.o;&lt;br /&gt;Julia: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Julia: I ph33r for thy children. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Julia: It's a match made in heaven..&lt;br /&gt;Kat: Won't it be a stressful experience there...&lt;br /&gt;Julia: ... literally... o.o&lt;br /&gt;Kat: Darn petitioners...&lt;br /&gt;Julia: XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;Kat: George is rather manipulative of his matchmakers gawd...&lt;br /&gt;Kat: *feels like a social...religious?...climber*&lt;br /&gt;Julia: *pats*&lt;br /&gt;Julia: It's okay. You were made for each other!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;Kat: Wait...who made George? *blink*&lt;br /&gt;Kat: **&lt;br /&gt;Julia: He did.&lt;br /&gt;Julia: And waited out for you.&lt;br /&gt;Julia: *sniffles into hankie*&lt;br /&gt;Julia: Isn't that romantic??&lt;br /&gt;Kat: ...er....&lt;br /&gt;Julia: *bawls into Kat's shoulder*&lt;br /&gt;Julia: YOU'RE ALL GROWN UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kat: If you're going to make a drama out of this, we could really change his name. *grumble; named her baby doll George...*&lt;br /&gt;Kat: HEY!&lt;br /&gt;Kat: *blink*&lt;br /&gt;Julia: Oh, I have fun with my head.&lt;br /&gt;Julia: I amuse myself. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Kat: There was a little blond child when I was likkle, lived one floor below, we have pictures...named mesa dolleh after 'm.&lt;br /&gt;Julia: XD&lt;br /&gt;Julia: Isn't it great I can always keep myself amused?&lt;br /&gt;Kat: *pat pat*&lt;br /&gt;Kat: I'm pretty sure he had blue eyes. Can't remember if he had redeye in the pics...&lt;br /&gt;Kat: I fink sho&lt;br /&gt;Julia: &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia: Does it MATTER?&lt;br /&gt;Julia: We have a WEDDING to plan.&lt;br /&gt;Julia: *snaps breifcase*&lt;br /&gt;Julia: What kind of cake??&lt;br /&gt;Kat: But but but that could have been an incarnation of...fiiiiine.&lt;br /&gt;Kat: Ask George. *couldn't care less*&lt;br /&gt;Julia: ^^;;;&lt;br /&gt;Julia: Will you be feeding each other?&lt;br /&gt;Kat: *thinks about real wedding; ponder; considers* Eh. Probably. x.x;&lt;br /&gt;Julia: Awww.&lt;br /&gt;Julia: Well, bride-to-be... I must be doing my homework.&lt;br /&gt;Kat: That's what I'm doing. *laughs at you!*&lt;br /&gt;Kat: We'll drive Maddy CRAZY tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;Julia: ^^&lt;br /&gt;Kat: *shoos you off* ^.~&lt;br /&gt;Julia: ^^&lt;br /&gt;Julia: *runs obediently, singing wedding march*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is good I can amuse myself. ^_______________________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Caren and Ben (XD) and then Kat and George.. 'Tis the season to be jolly! Or married.. or whatever. You know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Julia</content>
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    <title>Babysitting, layouts, and great music</title>
    <published>2003-06-04T01:14:40Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-04T01:14:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Third Eye Blind - Deep Inside of You</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Oh, the brilliance of babysitting. Brianne and Carl are kick-ass kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes my job that I earned 10 bucks for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jellicleoddity: Hi! =^-^=&lt;br /&gt;ChibiRHM: Hello.&lt;br /&gt;jellicleoddity: How be j00? =^.^=&lt;br /&gt;ChibiRHM: Good.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Watcha guys gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;C and B: Watchin' a movie.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay, I brought math homework. Do you want me to do it upstairs with you?&lt;br /&gt;C&amp;B: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;ChibiRHM: Me: You guys have any problems, call me, okay? I'll be down in the living room. &lt;br /&gt;BC: Okay!&lt;br /&gt;Me: *does math, watches Osbournes turned down low so as not to pollute little minds*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *goes upstairs around eight* Okay, you guys, your dad should be home any time between 15 and 45 minutes. He wanted you in your PJs, so can you get in them now?&lt;br /&gt;BC: Okay!&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Checks up in ten minutes*&lt;br /&gt;BC: *in PJs*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Awesome, guys. You still good?&lt;br /&gt;BC: *smile* Uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okey-dokey.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: How were they?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Okay, how much do you charge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that brilliant??? Ten. Easy. Bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the kids were cute, when I saw them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoodles.. NOTE THE NEW LAYOUT!!! THIS IS WHAT JULIA AND ANI DO NOW!!! (Or, Ani does and pretends Julia does something.. ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop Ani (miru_miru 0r boukensha.nu/) and beg for a layout. Though mine kicks. (Art by Marta, whom I love... Ron/Hermione.. cute.. ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must do English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANA GRADUATES TOMMOROW!! ;-; I'm going to sob. Buckets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I have re-fallen in love with Brick by Ben Folds Five. It's goooourgeous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So download it. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Julia</content>
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