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  <title>OH GOD HOW DID THIS GET HERE</title>
  <subtitle>I AM NOT GOOD WITH COMPUTER</subtitle>
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    <title>ffffffffffffffff</title>
    <published>2009-11-08T21:57:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-08T21:57:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">oh God, it's been busy. I haven't posted/read LJ in like a month. Sorry guys, not that I have much to share...Other than...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blink&gt; I'M GOING To JAPAN IN THREE WEEKS &amp;lt;3&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited, can't contain myself. Now brb, I also have a ten page comic to finish in two weeks...hurrr</content>
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    <title>kjhfiytdiytdikuyhfli;jfgp86drotf</title>
    <published>2009-09-02T14:59:55Z</published>
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    <content type="html">ouhbrglfjewbtf54h;mcqgexntlhc;4ecdygonep;f'4dakgtximde'ay4audx;mth4ougabhj;lngs'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.tinypic.com/27zhild.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T AFFORD THEM RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I WILL HAVE THEM. ;  A  ;</content>
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    <title>farewell, internets</title>
    <published>2009-09-01T02:20:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-01T02:20:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hey guys, Veda is going into the shop tomorrow, and they need to order a part for it, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably will be scarce on the internets for a while. But it's kinda good, because now I have no excuse not to work on cosplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace o/</content>
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    <title>BORDERS QUOTE OF THE DAY</title>
    <published>2009-08-10T00:34:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-10T00:34:22Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">A woman, her husband and their 2-3 children come up to the register, and she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a handful of change to try to make 98 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: &lt;b&gt;*points to a coin in the pile* "What's that, Canadian?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman: &lt;b&gt;"That's a nickel, dear."&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>OBLIGATORY I HATE MY JOB POST: SUMMER EDITION</title>
    <published>2009-08-03T20:59:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-03T21:00:47Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I'm long overdue for a tl;dr rant about my job. I know I'm very lucky to have one, and I don't hate the whole thing, I just hate, &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt; HATE being at the registers. People seem to actually treat you like you're a person when you're on the floor helping them find something, but when you're a cashier, you're just meant to take their money and give them their books. We have to greet now too, which is almost as horrible. We have to stand at the door and say hello to everyone that passes, tell them what's going on and help them if they set off the security sensors going in or out. Just the other day, a lady beeped on her way in and my oh-so-sweet coworker Tarah approached her and said "Hi, did you just come from Target? They miss alot of their security sensors..." The lady snapped at her "DON'T ACT LIKE YOU'RE DOING ME A FAVOR. I WAS IN HERE THE OTHER DAY AND EVERY FRIGGIN' PERSON WAS SETTING OFF THAT ALARM."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, working at Borders has made me realize that at least a third of the human population should be killed off. Maybe more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sick last week. I called out of work on Saturday and felt fine Sunday morning, so I went to work. Within an hour under the hot lights and registers, I began to feel nauseous. Naturally, I wasn't as Borders-employee cheerful as I usually am. Just as I was about to go to the break room for a pepto, a huge line formed at the registers. A few customers in, I was getting overwhelmed. So a bald guy approached me with a book on tai-chi and slapped it on the table. "Hi, how are you?" I said with a little less gusto than usual.&lt;br /&gt;"How much do I get off with the card?" I was a bit thrown off.&lt;br /&gt;"Uh...The..Borders Rewards card?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, how much do I get off?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, it's a rewards card, it's not a flat discount card, so you see-" While I was speaking, he picked the book up and walked away. I looked after him, wondering if he was going to come back, and I was just sort of generally confused, nauseous, and disoriented. He didn't come back, so I said "I can help the next person over here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, how are you?" the normal greeting I give to every fucking customer. &lt;br /&gt;"You have &lt;i&gt;quite&lt;/i&gt; an attitude, don't you?"&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; caught me offguard. First of all, lady, I did not have the energy to have an attitude that day. I was doing everything in my power to not throw up on her. "Um...I'm kinda sick?" I said. I had no fucking clue how to respond to that lady, but I rarely actually get snippy with customers, so I continued to use my Borders Employee voice to the best of my ability and kept a smile on my face. &lt;br /&gt;"That doesn't give you the right to take it out on the customers." I didn't do anything to you, lady. And customers like you take their shit out on me all the fucking time, you hypocrite. &lt;br /&gt;"I saw that &lt;i&gt;look&lt;/i&gt; you gave that man a minute ago." I didn't respond, I just kept checking this lady out so I could get to my pepto. &lt;br /&gt;"Just to let you know, that man &lt;i&gt;happens&lt;/i&gt; to be my husband."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry." Sorry that you're married to that guy. But I guess I feel sorry for him, too. &lt;br /&gt;"You should be." She said with a smile. She looked real proud of herself. At this point I kind of WISHED I'd thrown up on her. &lt;br /&gt;"What's your name?" She said, bobbing her head and smiling like OOH YOU'RE IN TROUBLE LOLLL&lt;br /&gt;"It's Anna. Have a nice day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the line was through I ran to the bathroom and had to wait for an old lady to get out. Just in time I got in there and regurgitated my slim fast into the toilet. "ARE YOU OKAYY?" the old lady asked. "Y...yeah;;;" I went home that day. But I was actually happy to be at home puking as opposed to being in that horrid store on a Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sort of waiting for someone to tell me that lady told on me. I was kind of hoping she would, since I know Sara, our GM, thinks i'm like the best thing in the world. That's one of the worthwhile things about working at Whore-ders, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some customers are friendly, but fucking insane. The kind that don't make you angry, but give you a story to tell. For example this one guy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this guy approaches my register and sets down three copies of the bargain book "Men, Love, and Sex" for a dollar each because they were on bargain. The guy was like, 6 feet tall, scrawnyish and about 60 years old, smelled bad, had a billion things stuffed in his shirt pocked and was missing a few teeth. "Three bags, please." He said. I looked at him funny, not sure if I heard him correctly. "Huh?" "Triple bag it, please. I always get one for each." (He wanted them in a bag inside a bag inside a bag.)He paid in three gold dollars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bet you haven't seen one of these before!" He said. I had. "Sacajawea gold dollars. Yep, I've seen a few, actually." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He proceeded to tell me something about how all American paper money is counterfeit because only gold and silver have any real worth. It says so in the Constitution, apparently. The guy kept talking. And he was a real low talker with missing teeth, so I couldn't really understand alot of what he said. He kept referring to the Constitution which he kept a pocket version of in that overstuffed shirt pocket. It had little sticky tabs all over it. A thing or two about England and their money and laws, and how everything they taught me in school was a lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and nodded and let the guy keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Civil War was the North's fault. Apparently, there was nothing constitutionally wrong with slavery and Lincoln was a crook for imposing aggression on the South. Everything he did was a crime. Also New Hampshire had slaves and we were secretly on the South's side. This guy kept saying over and over again that "Obama can't be president" because he was born in Kenya and his Kenyan half-sister witnessed his birth, but Barack Obama had her murdered so she wouldn't give away his secret. Also, he's spending millions of dollars to kill everyone that knows. About 20 minutes later, Toothless took his three books in three bags and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, he came in to buy a copy of the Good Sex Bible on bargain for 20 Sacajawea gold dollars. Luckily this time I got to stand and watch the horrified look on my coworkers face as he told her how slavery should still exist and the South should have won the civil war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey dude, why don't you live in the South? Oh right, because you'd get shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, Barack Obama kills people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day AFTER Toothless' second trip to Borders, I was having a pretty good day, until YET ANOTHER toothless New Hampshire noble approaches my register on SuperCoupon day with a magazine and a book about Ipods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy was short, about 60 years old, and chubby. He was wearing a Red Sox shirt and hat, and had dirty, old glasses. Super Coupon entitles you to dollars off several different things, including %2 off magazines and $10 off computer books, and this is what this guy wanted. Or at least I assumed so since he slapped that thing down with a smug, toothless grin. The magazine ended up being free with the $2 off, and since the iPod book isn't actually a computer book, I had to go in and type up the coupon, modifying the item so that it would take the money off the $10.99 book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another coupon for $5 off cookbooks, so I accidentally put the $5 in instead. The book didn't really qualify anyway, right? So I have him the total, which was $5.99 and he said "No, that's not correct. This book is 10.99. I want my $10 off." I took another look at the book and the coupon and said. "Oops, sorry I accidentally put it in for the other one. Let me fix that real quick..." and I began to start entering the number again. The following conversation is word-for-word:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're lucky you caught me in a good mood today. I would have made you give me everything for free and not give you my 99 cents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up at him. He had a fucking smug, disgusting grin on his face and all this was spoken in a passive-aggressive cuntbag tone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Ooookaaay..." What else do you say to that? I was angry already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. You should have been paying more attention."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Could. fucking. feel. my skin heat up. From my head to my toes, my hair stood on end and I had to bite my cheeks so I wouldn't fucking scream. Instead, I channeled one of Sofi's most poisonous bitch smiles and told him to have a nice &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm FUCKING SICK of people treating me like I'm some kind of fucking machine that you put money in and it spits out your change. I stand there, I give a friendly hello, and one in 8 people don't even acknowledge me. They don't say "hi", they don't consider anything I ask them, all they say is "No." when I ask them if they have a fucking rewards card. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how these fucking scumbag people think it's alright to treat me like shit just because I'm there to help them get their worthless books. I can't stand it! I'm a &lt;i&gt;person&lt;/i&gt;. I'm a HUMAN. Jesus Christ, I used to have a little faith in humanity. I used to LOVE Christmas. Now all Christmas means to me is standing in one place for 8 hours saying,&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, how are you today?...Good, thanks!...Do you have a Borders Rewards card?...Okay...Thank you...Have a good day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even seen my friends this summer. I've gone out once. I haven't worn shorts or sandals or gone to the beach. Fuck. I just want to go back. 36 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside, I really like it when customers actually treat me like a person who is there to help them. One lady called me a sweetheart and it made my day. I told a little girl buying a Miroku bookmark that there was going to be a new Inuyasha anime and she almost passed out from the joy. One old lady came in and told me her life's story about how she lost her son and her husband and how she reinvented herself through spiritual veganism. She smiled and told me that I had a lot of light around me and that I hold a lot of love. She almost made me cry. Even now, she was one of my most positively memorable customers. So there is a bright side, and I very rarely let the bad outweigh the good, but honestly, I think my days at Borders are numbered.</content>
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    <title>FFFF</title>
    <published>2009-07-31T12:35:49Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-31T12:35:49Z</updated>
    <category term="cosplay faggotry"/>
    <content type="html">9 hour shift today. Shoot me in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY last night I bought a wig and a patch for the school crest on my Sunohara cosplay. I didn't get REALLY excited until I woke up this morning and found out they'd been shipped. Alicia did a closet Okazaki cosplay and I was like FFF THIS IS GOING TO BE AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're doing summer uniforms for easyness' sake. (Lilly will still be wearing the blazer outfit, but it's okay because we did it for the lulz.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I plan on posing like this in every picture where someone is not kicking the crap outta me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i140/ages_boy/sunohara_.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is he so awesome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that means that most everything is bought, save for a few wigs and shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Looks like my final AWA lineup is...:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tieria (space suit ver.)-We'll have to do this group in the morning before I eat anything;;;&lt;br /&gt;Titieria - (for the formal ball only )&lt;br /&gt;Beast &lt;br /&gt;Yui&lt;br /&gt;Sunohara&lt;br /&gt;Chibitalia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fffffffffffffffffff</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:missamerikka:59261</id>
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    <title>HIDEOUS PURPLE FABRIC</title>
    <published>2009-07-30T19:09:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-30T19:09:03Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">lol posting on lunch break....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TIERIA FABRIC CAME TODAY....BUT I DUNNO IF I LIKE IT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first glance, it like much more of a red-purple than a lilac, like how I envisioned Tieria's outfit...but in some lights it looks okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/sigh. I really don't know what to do with it...I payed almost 40 bucks for it, but if it's not even close to his color I don't want to use it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc315/MissAmerikka/Image33.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what say you, flist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also lol I had a dream last night where my "dorm" lookes suspiciously like my bedroom here, and I was sharing it with 2 people I knew freshman year, and Duo, who didn't look much like Duo, but apparently he was. Anyway, I ended up throwing a knife at him and it got lodged in his shoulder, but there was no blood. And he like, was waiting in the corner of my room to die, and I was crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why I would have thrown a knife at Duo in the first place...shit was weird.</content>
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    <title>SHIPPAN MEME</title>
    <published>2009-07-08T02:28:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-08T02:28:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">stolen from &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_projecturzu2' lj:user='projecturzu2' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://projecturzu2.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://projecturzu2.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;projecturzu2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-- List your top 10 character ships.&lt;br /&gt;-- Put all of them IN ORDER of your love for them. (10 to 1, 1 being my main fixation)&lt;br /&gt;-- Say which movie/show/thing it was that they're in.&lt;br /&gt;-- Supply photos for said people.&lt;br /&gt;-- Extra, share recs to your favorite fanfics about these pairings.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurrr I don't really read fanfics that much;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Neil Dylandy/Tieria Erde - Gundam 00&lt;br /&gt;SO MANY PICS TO CHOOSE FROM D8&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I'll go with an official/worksafe/reasonably sized one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc315/MissAmerikka/Gundam%2000/vlcsnap-1677472.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess these next ones are in no particular order...&lt;br /&gt;2. Lady Adiane the Elegant/Viral - Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc315/MissAmerikka/Viral/moe29692sample-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Pip Bernadotte/Seras Victoria - Hellsing (Manga/OVA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a156/animerockergirl/Hellsing/101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i may be running out already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Mugi/Shipping - K-ON! (she likes it when girls bond)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc315/MissAmerikka/4840464.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Kati/Patrick - Gundam 00 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i545.photobucket.com/albums/hh370/Kir4/Blog%20Pictures/g5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol what a fucking dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Touya/Yukito - Card Captor Sakura. Hnnng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i446.photobucket.com/albums/qq190/gen_marple/Card-Captor-Sakura_poptp_18568.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Sunohara/Anyone - Clannad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w20/mhichan_photo/untitled-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor guy just needs some love ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Undertaker(Kuroshitsuji)/Rip Van Winkle (Hellsing) ....SHUT UP. it's Rive's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv273/Kylian_demi/Kuroshitsuji___Undertaker_by_Demon_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l138/Alucard614/winkle5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Kanade/Yukino - Candy Boy GOD DAMMIT THIS ANIME IS NOT EVEN GOOD BUT IT'S CUTE HNNNG obviously im running out of ships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i460.photobucket.com/albums/qq327/XDemonCat08X/Candy_Boy/KanadeAndYukino_5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Holy Roman Empire/Chibitalia - Hetalia. HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy98/HetaliaLove/-Pairings-/HRE%20x%20Chibitalia/124487562261999.png" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>...</title>
    <published>2009-07-05T22:43:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-05T22:46:16Z</updated>
    <category term="the retarded patriotic adventures of mis"/>
    <content type="html">Hurr....so I neglected to mention it yesterday, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+8"&gt;&lt;blink&gt;HAPPY&lt;/blink&gt; &lt;s&gt;4th&lt;/s&gt;&lt;blink&gt; 5th OF JULY EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now enjoy my awesome picspam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, this is perhaps the most amazing piece of art i'v ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc315/MissAmerikka/1245938603005.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh6/mjollnirinc/Reading.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc315/MissAmerikka/1235911319309.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you search "America" on Photobucket, 90% of the images that come up are of Hetaliamerica. I'm not sure how I feel about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But speaking of Hetalia and percentages, Chibitalia cosplay is about....ohhhhh 70% done. Just the shirt and the bloomers to finish, wig to buy and broom to obtain. MAINSTREAM FANDOM HERE I COME.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:missamerikka:52507</id>
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    <title>FFFFFFFFFFFFFFF</title>
    <published>2009-05-25T00:38:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-25T00:38:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I SHAT BRICKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Mavu has these little fortune-telling sticks that you shake until one of them presents itself by sticking out of the pack, and they've been eerily accurate since I've started to use them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So earlier today, I did it, and my fortune said something along the lines of "A long lost and valuable package will be returned to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not ten minutes later, the security lady knocked on my door looking for me, and gave me my old JCPenny credit card that I thought I dropped down the elevator shaft first quarter this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>worrisome...</title>
    <published>2009-05-23T07:56:34Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-23T07:56:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;TONIGHT'S FORTUNE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will not wed your first love and benefit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A relative will treat you unjustly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beware of treason from a friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:\</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:missamerikka:51268</id>
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    <title>It's almost 7AM, and psychology blows!!</title>
    <published>2009-05-11T10:48:19Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-11T10:48:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was down in the O'House ballroom earlier with &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_umiyuko' lj:user='umiyuko' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://umiyuko.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://umiyuko.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;umiyuko&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_elenatha' lj:user='elenatha' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://elenatha.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://elenatha.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;elenatha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_arricia_sama' lj:user='arricia_sama' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://arricia-sama.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://arricia-sama.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;arricia_sama&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like I usually am, lying on the floor and not working (like I usually am lol school). and Sofi is talking to &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_ginnyseta' lj:user='ginnyseta' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://ginnyseta.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://ginnyseta.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;ginnyseta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; over MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was chilling there, lyin on the floor, and Alicia wass drawing Neil and Lyle Eiffel Towering Tieria for the lulz. About the time she showed it to me, I felt something cool on my skin around my waist, so I'm like "wtf is that?" I felt it, nothing there. A little later and I felt it on the other side. Again, nothing there. After admiring Alicia's masterpiece, I handed it to Sofi like "DUDE YOU SHOULD SHOW GINNY" so she turned on the webcam as I sat up to hand it to her...............and I felt something falling down my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE A NINJA I grabbed it through the fabric, and almost puked when I heard a disgusting CRUNCH and I was like "8|........ OH MY GOD HELP ME" And Sofi and Alicia were like OMG WUT and like knelt beside me to get the situation under control...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like half of O'House was in the ballroom working tonight, and I was freaking out, and I whipped off my shirt ( I was wearing a conspicuously flesh-colored bra) and stood up, looked beside me, and saw my fat naked ass on the webcam;;;;;;;;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia graced me with her sweatshirt, and took my shirt outside to dump out the BIG, NASTY-ASS COCKROACH that was crawling around on my back on the ground. Then I took a shower and put clothes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tl;dr&lt;/b&gt;: There was a big fucking cockroach under my shirt so I took it off in front of a bunch of people lulz.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:missamerikka:50993</id>
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    <title>missamerikka @ 2009-05-09T05:26:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-09T09:27:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-09T09:30:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">K-ON is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc315/MissAmerikka/wat3.png" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:missamerikka:50830</id>
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    <title>OKAY GUYS</title>
    <published>2009-05-07T23:33:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-07T23:33:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I've decided that in celebration of my own awesomeness, I'm going to buy myself a silly tee shirt because I feel like I haven't bought myself new clothes in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH ONE SHOULD I GET???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://0.media.bustedtees.com/bustedtees/mf/8/d/bustedtees.ae9a7ff8ea518cd9f7dfe9edea011aa5.gif"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://8.media.bustedtees.com/bustedtees/mf/9/a/bustedtees.def04fd9fbc53933c761f26afd6c9dfb.gif"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.media.bustedtees.com/bustedtees/mf/5/6/bustedtees.c9920ee56c78eb2fb79a59660126cf0e.gif"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&amp;lt;--although they should have gotten rid of Canada and Mexico too awesomeface.jpg &lt;img src="http://1.media.bustedtees.com/bustedtees/mf/5/8/bustedtees.4dcd3275feabb41d30493968f8eefd24.gif"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://8.media.bustedtees.com/bustedtees/mf/3/4/bustedtees.ac3d408353dfb4e4582de0f4eec09ff7.gif"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://9.media.bustedtees.com/bustedtees/mf/b/6/bustedtees.2b4f443bb18a95738fa0dcf63cc01fde.gif"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://8.media.bustedtees.com/bustedtees/mf/a/e/bustedtees.59301fda3f41da4d58626d4ec4743c92.gif"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.media.bustedtees.com/bustedtees/mf/d/9/bustedtees.833c9dedea4795f01760f9a91bc54986.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.media.bustedtees.com/bustedtees/mf/e/7/bustedtees.385881eee6b8d12a30fec597908aa9f8.gif"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&amp;lt;---so ronery ;_; &lt;img src="http://9.media.bustedtees.com/bustedtees/mf/9/a/bustedtees.c57da889972ad2803f07a34a0b4c4ab7.gif"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm partial to FINDERS KEEPERS right now lulz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, I think everyone should watch this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="23" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna love my nuts.</content>
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    <title>AMERIKKA, FUCK YEAH</title>
    <published>2009-05-04T09:37:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-04T09:37:01Z</updated>
    <category term="hurdurrr"/>
    <category term="hurf a durf"/>
    <category term="derp"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;blink&gt;COMING TO SAVE THE MOTHERFUCKIN' DAY YEAH&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, dear friends, even after an exhausting weekend, I am still a vampire. (Not the sparkling kind, fortunately.) And I am still awake, drawing my little artist alley promotion flyer, wherein we draw something fancy to uh...promote ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, I drew myself in the little box, with aviators on, an American flag tied to my back like a cape, a bright red shirt that says GUNDAM, and I may or may not be making a DAT ASS face. I haven't decided yet. Also naturally, I will probably be accosting this with glitter pens in the morning. Awesomeface.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uh, speaking of homoqueer sparkling vampires, school gets out in...what, three weeks? Sounds good to me, bro. No school, but if I'm lucky I'll actually have a job when I go back. Then I get to deal with some short-ass little loser kid who comes in periodically to troll me about how Gundam Wing sucks and SEED was "not that bad". To which I often reply, "YEAH, WELL YOUR OPINION &lt;blink&gt;SUCKS&lt;blink&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it does. Any partially retarded person would know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see the Gurren Lagann movies like burning. I caught a clip of Viral angsting over Adiane's death, which is awesome because I SHIP IT &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if not Viral is still mai husbando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also watch K-ON.&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;</content>
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    <title>icon related</title>
    <published>2009-05-03T23:31:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-03T23:31:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">GUESS WHAT GUYS I GOT A TABLE AT SCAD ARTIST ALLEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WAS I THINKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess ill just make a bunch of Chibis and sell them as stickers. That works, right? The good news is my sequential classes are slowing down so I might have time lulz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uh...&lt;br /&gt;ARTIST ALLEY BUY SHIT FROM ME SCAD KIDS OKAY</content>
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    <title>and now for something completely different...</title>
    <published>2009-04-30T09:59:38Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-30T09:59:38Z</updated>
    <category term="lol i troll u"/>
    <content type="html">I regret to inform you all that I have become a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, somewhere in the midst of this quarter my humanity lies dead in the water, and in its place have formed a suit of pallid skin and a cold, dead heart. I have developed an aversion to the sun and to disgusting human food. I anticipate that in the coming months I will either permanently move either underground or into space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this may come as a shock to you, friends, but I just want to let you know that I will still be available during night and early morning hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, mortals, it appears that the sun is rising once again, it is time for me to take my leave. I'm sure we will meet again during the next solar eclipse...Or perhaps on the internet.</content>
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    <title>oh, life.</title>
    <published>2009-04-27T05:30:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-27T05:30:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I thought it would feel good to get some things off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told a friend from home, who was the guy I came closest to dating back in the 10th grade. After a year or two of distance, we started talking again, and we became pretty good friends. I thought I could tell him anything, but he made me feel terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really just want to go home.</content>
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    <title>so ronery</title>
    <published>2009-04-24T09:23:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-24T09:23:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Urrrg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends back home just got engaged, and I went to his facebook page to congratulate him, but the whole front page was just so SICKENING that I decided not to. The kid that used to make movies about zombies and satan worshipers is now plastering all his shit with over nine thousand pixelated hearts. B1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've still never even had a boyfriend ;__; &lt;s&gt;because i'm afraid&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, I've been thinking some really weird things that are sort of kind of related but I don't wanttotalkaboutthemiwantthesethoughtstogoawaythey'reawkwardgoawayJUST GO AWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's TOTALLY out of character for me to say this, but I just want to be close to somebody. I guess Little Duo will have to do for now &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TO DO THIS WEEKEND:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Scan M&amp;T projects&lt;br /&gt;- Work on weekly comics project for Intro&lt;br /&gt;- Get an apartment in BOUNDARY. &lt;blink&gt; &amp;lt;---this MUST HAPPEN&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Call mom&lt;br /&gt;- Finish memories assignment for Psych, and I'm sure there's something else I have to do there...&lt;br /&gt;- CLEAN YOUR FUCKING ROOM FOR CHRIST'S SAKE&lt;br /&gt;- 100 sketchbook drawings for M&amp;T</content>
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    <title>ARRRG</title>
    <published>2009-04-21T09:05:30Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-21T09:05:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">CANNOT SLEEP...MY THOUGHTS WON'T GO AWAY...GO AWAY, THOUGHTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever like...completely run out of motivation? Like, I opened my psychology book, but I just...could not...finish... ITS ONLY MIDTERMS AND IM ALREADY BURNED OUT. AGH I JUST WANT TO SIT DOWN AND DRAW DUO ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, Little Tieria's wig came today, so I should have some lovely pics up soon. He's so pretty *o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh...so what else?...The power went out today while Chewi and Mavu and I were in Five Guys. The ENTIRE CITY (er, well our section anyway) was dark! And we ran back to O'House screaming ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I don't want to go to class tomorrow ;_;</content>
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    <title>FML</title>
    <published>2009-04-16T10:14:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-16T10:14:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">no doubt this is the hardest quarter I've had since coming to SCAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tl;dr I'm spreading myself way too thin and I can't produce anything worthwhile, which kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGGHHH WEEKEND PLEASE SHOW UP. I just want to play with my dollies and troll the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, so ronery.</content>
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    <title>claimfaggotry</title>
    <published>2009-04-10T16:34:17Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-10T16:34:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;sub&gt;&lt;font size="6" color="#CCC8C2"&gt;❝&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#EDBB0E"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;[DUO MAXWELL]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#B6B6B6"&gt; and I are&lt;/font&gt; &lt;a href="http://noctambule.livejournal.com/17234.html"&gt;&lt;font color="#D92020"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new"&gt;[&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;bros for life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="6" color="#CCC8C2"&gt;❞&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;&lt;font size="6" color="#CCC8C2"&gt;❝&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#EDBB0E"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;[SUNOHARA YOUHEI]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#B6B6B6"&gt; and I are&lt;/font&gt; &lt;a href="http://noctambule.livejournal.com/17234.html"&gt;&lt;font color="#D92020"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new"&gt;[&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;bros for life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="6" color="#CCC8C2"&gt;❞&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck yeah, true bros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with that, I'm off to take the math competency exam. WISH ME LUCK~!</content>
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    <title>missamerikka @ 2009-04-06T12:27:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-06T16:36:21Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-06T16:36:21Z</updated>
    <category term="dolls"/>
    <content type="html">I don't even have time to type this what am I doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a break to eat, as I've got about five more pages of 12-point-single-spaced bullshit to type out before 5:00 today. The only thing keeping me happy right now is that Tieria has shipped! Which is AMAZINGLY fast since they usually take at least 20 business days. I got a shipping notice in about ten, so...Lucky me! I just hope his wig gets here before he does! Not that he wouldn't be beautiful without it &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know, he's a Delf SHINE from Cerberus Project. I chose this model for his beautiful eye shape and pouty face~ If you are unfamiliar with dolls, you probably are going "his hair is black wat" actually, he's bald and I looked EVERYWHERE to find a perfect wig for him, and I finally found it at cancan, so...he'll be so pretty with his white skin and little pink cheeks~&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://doll.luts.co.kr/item-img/DF_070313-13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay! Back to work!</content>
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    <title>missamerikka @ 2009-04-05T05:30:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-05T09:40:53Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-05T09:40:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'll be spending tomorrow (today, rather) alone. I do not wish to shut anyone out, but I have far too much work to do. Twelve meaningless pages of blather for psychology, as well as a powerpoint, four pages (or at least I well get two of them done by tomorrow) of my fairy tale comic for intro (lol, given just a &lt;i&gt;week&lt;/i&gt; to do that, by the way.), An inking project for materials and techniques, and most importantly I need to finish a project for a close friend that should have been done months ago, and I shouldn't have taken it on after my harddrive crashed for the second time, because I've been a notoriously slow worker as of late. I feel terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, but my neck and back are sore from dancing too hard, my head is killing me, and as the weekend progresses, I get increasingly irritated with nothing in particular. I've begun to distance myself from my friends for fear of saying something stupid, and I think I'll just step away from socializing tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look at that. One yellow pill left. That explains alot.</content>
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    <title>tl;dr</title>
    <published>2009-04-04T22:16:52Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Spring quarter is already kicking my ass and I'm depressed that Gundam 00 is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later when I'm not busy coloring/penciling/writing meaningless shit for a psychology class I shouldn't have taken.</content>
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