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  <title>Arpie</title>
  <subtitle>Arpie's Journal</subtitle>
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    <name>Arpie</name>
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  <updated>2009-11-10T09:25:56Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xarpiex:65578</id>
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    <title>xarpiex @ 2009-11-10T03:23:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-10T09:25:56Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-10T09:25:56Z</updated>
    <category term="nanowrimo"/>
    <content type="html">Curses! I'm stuck in my NaNo progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to figure out why these cowherds would be willing to smuggle a band of refugees amidst their cattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Prepares the Deus Ex Machina cannon*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xarpiex:65434</id>
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    <title>xarpiex @ 2009-11-06T15:50:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-06T21:51:21Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-06T21:51:21Z</updated>
    <category term="beasties"/>
    <content type="html">Good news: We got my guinea pig Oily a Cubes &amp; Coroplast cage: &lt;a href="http://www.guineapigcages.com/cubes.htm"&gt;http://www.guineapigcages.com/cubes.htm&lt;/a&gt; and he will be very pleased since it will be bigger than his current one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news: My black gerbil Kuroichi died. ;_;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xarpiex:65169</id>
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    <title>xarpiex @ 2009-11-05T16:07:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-05T22:14:42Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-05T22:14:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I want to cut off my hair. It's tangly and lumpy and I don't know how to style it so it always just looks dumb. But I also don't want to. This is the longest my hair has been in some time and it might be pretty if it's really long. Maybe once it gets long enough it won't do the stupid lumping up thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I can't deal with having a body, someone put my brain in a jar and attach a voice synthesizer because that's all I feel like coping with today.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xarpiex:64631</id>
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    <title>xarpiex @ 2009-11-02T04:28:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-02T10:30:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-02T10:30:03Z</updated>
    <category term="nanowrimo"/>
    <lj:music>"Fight of My Life" by The Insyderz</lj:music>
    <content type="html">1,069 words on my first NaNoWriMo day. Not the best start but I haven't written in a little while so I'm getting back into the groove. Hopefully it will just get better from here.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xarpiex:64320</id>
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    <title>xarpiex @ 2009-10-31T21:26:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-01T02:26:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-01T02:26:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, I turned in an application at Half-Price Books. Let's see what happens.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xarpiex:63770</id>
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    <title>Why I don't let my friends meet my other friends, or attempt to promote my interests in any way</title>
    <published>2009-10-21T02:35:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-21T02:37:31Z</updated>
    <category term="angst"/>
    <content type="html">Today's discovery about self:&lt;br /&gt;I really, really, really, really, really don't like for my taste to be called into question or mocked.  Be that taste in friends, movies, music, art, interior decorating, spouse, or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I probably should not take it so personally but it makes me cry every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am just too serious about life.</content>
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    <title>xarpiex @ 2009-10-19T15:55:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-19T20:56:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-19T23:44:59Z</updated>
    <category term="angst"/>
    <content type="html">I'm thinking of posting art again on deviantART so maybe I'll get more commissions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to go back there though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nrgh.</content>
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    <title>xarpiex @ 2009-10-01T06:52:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-01T11:54:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-01T11:54:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm getting excited for Christmas! Must not write my Christmas list or listen to Christmas songs or put up Christmas decorations. The temptation is just so terrible though.</content>
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    <title>xarpiex @ 2009-09-28T06:58:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-28T11:59:32Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-28T12:16:30Z</updated>
    <category term="personality test"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTQxMzg3NzcyNjUmcHQ9MTI1NDEzOTA3ODY1NiZwPTYxNzk*MiZkPSZnPTEmbz1hNmY5YTBkM2EzNjA*YzgxOWNmNmQwODIzMDlmNjc4ZSZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="width:155px; height:15px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid rgb(150,0,0);"&gt;&lt;div style="white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;"&gt;Neuroticism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding:0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:rgb(255,0,0); border-bottom:1px solid rgb(150,0,0); border-right:1px solid rgb(150,0,0); border-top:1px solid rgb(255,100,100); width:96%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432);"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;"&gt;96&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid rgb(0,0,150);"&gt;&lt;div style="white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;"&gt;Extraversion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding:0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:rgb(0,0,255); border-bottom:1px solid rgb(0,0,150); border-right:1px solid rgb(0,0,150); border-top:1px solid rgb(100,100,255); width:1%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432);"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;"&gt;1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid rgb(0,90,0);"&gt;&lt;div style="white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;"&gt;Openness to Experience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding:0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:rgb(0,128,0); border-bottom:1px solid rgb(0,90,0); border-right:1px solid rgb(0,90,0); border-top:1px solid rgb(85,159,85); width:27%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432);"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;"&gt;27&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid rgb(144,115,0);"&gt;&lt;div style="white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;"&gt;Agreeableness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding:0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:rgb(251,212,0); border-bottom:1px solid rgb(144,115,0); border-right:1px solid rgb(144,115,0); border-top:1px solid rgb(255,241,170); width:57%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432);"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;"&gt;57&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid rgb(80,0,80);"&gt;&lt;div style="white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;"&gt;Conscientiousness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding:0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:rgb(128,0,128); border-bottom:1px solid rgb(80,0,80); border-right:1px solid rgb(80,0,80); border-top:1px solid rgb(149,99,151); width:10%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432);"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;"&gt;10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px; height:15px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;You do not usually get angry too easily but some things can annoy you, however you experience panic, confusion, and helplessness when under pressure or stress. People generally perceive you as distant and reserved, and you do not usually reach out to others. You prefer dealing with either people or things rather than ideas. You regard intellectual exercises as a waste of your time. You dislike confrontations and are perfectly willing to compromise or to deny your own needs in order to get along with others, however you believe that a certain amount of deception in social relationships is necessary. You are guarded in new relationships and less willing to openly reveal the whole truth about yourself. You take your time when making decisions and will deliberate on all the possible consequences and alternatives.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="background-image:url(http://imgs.learnmyself.com/sPIx2x333557-320001x4162Ex2_142_41.gif);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.learnmyself.com/personality.asp?p=free-website-poll" target="_blank"&gt;Free Poll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whooga.com" target="_blank"&gt;ugg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat accurate I suppose.</content>
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    <title>xarpiex @ 2009-09-25T21:44:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-26T02:51:09Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-26T02:53:28Z</updated>
    <category term="livejournal"/>
    <category term="dreams"/>
    <content type="html">I had a dream about Livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dream, I was being talked about on &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_sf_drama' lj:user='sf_drama' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/sf_drama/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/sf_drama/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sf_drama&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Somehow my name came up in a post, and someone I didn't even remember talking to said "Oh, Arpie! I had the weirdest conversation with her. She wouldn't shut up about her stories." and then someone else said, "I find Arpie easier to tolerate if I pretend she's just some sad, lonely man pretending to be a cute girl on the Internet for attention. Or maybe she's a transsexual."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I joined in the conversation and tried to convey the fact that I actually was somewhat amused by these comments and not being one of those people who's butthurt and just tries to pretend to be amused. I failed, and got mocked further, but in my dream I didn't care too much.&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_lilenth' lj:user='lilenth' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://lilenth.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://lilenth.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;lilenth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; joined in the conversation but I woke up before I read what she said. I'm sure it would have been interesting, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of annoyed when I woke up because I always wonder what people I don't know think about me, but now I'm back to square one and have no idea again. Sigh.</content>
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    <title>xarpiex @ 2009-09-25T12:59:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-25T18:00:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-25T18:00:27Z</updated>
    <category term="beasties"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i199.photobucket.com/albums/aa237/xArpiex/piggy.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is my guinea pig.</content>
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    <title>xarpiex @ 2009-09-25T06:46:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-25T11:50:56Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-25T11:50:56Z</updated>
    <category term="blah blah blah"/>
    <category term="sleep deprivation"/>
    <category term="angst"/>
    <lj:music>"New Body" by Audio Adrenaline (appropriately)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Why can't I be a normal human with a normal sleep schedule?&lt;br /&gt;I always have operated as though days were 25 hours long-- I stay up an hour later every night, usually staying up to the wee hours of the morning. Then some real-life commitment requires me to endure some insane sleep loss so that I can be awake at the right time. Then everything is whacked out for a couple days and then I go back to my usual hours. I always seem to stay up until at least 2 in the morning no matter what. My internal clock seems to regard the hours between 8 and 10 AM as hellish; I can't remember the last time I was voluntarily awake at those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I hate my body. Or I need to move to a new planet with a 25-hour day. Anyone know of any?</content>
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    <title>my life</title>
    <published>2009-09-23T05:15:39Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-23T08:43:37Z</updated>
    <category term="beasties"/>
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    <category term="i is not arteest"/>
    <content type="html">I got my green belt for tae kwon do. I have no idea how that happened because I kind of suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my mice, Itchy, died. We buried her today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm literally afraid of drawing right now. I think it might be because I drank a bunch of caffeine, which makes me obscenely depressed and I'll probably start having suicidal thoughts in a minute. Whee! Hopefully I can distract myself by getting some writing done.</content>
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    <title>xarpiex @ 2009-09-08T23:56:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-09T04:58:21Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-09T04:58:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This may be one of the coolest things I've ever seen/heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="1" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>xarpiex @ 2009-09-08T01:12:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-08T06:15:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-08T06:15:33Z</updated>
    <category term="writing"/>
    <content type="html">I've written myself into a scene that is so boring I don't even want to write it. I'm stuck.&lt;br /&gt;*slump*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, everyone- link me to a few sites you love and think everyone on the Internet needs to know about. They can be funny or useful or whatever. The Internet is not interesting me and I need fresh blood!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xarpiex:60244</id>
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    <title>xarpiex @ 2009-09-04T03:02:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-04T08:05:00Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-04T08:07:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I almost went and applied for this job today- &lt;a href="http://madison.craigslist.org/med/1356538601.html"&gt;http://madison.craigslist.org/med/1356538601.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not really confident enough. I know I could make good enough pictures for what they want but design, on the other hand, is not my strong suit. Book covers and logos aren't my thing.&lt;br /&gt;Plus I don't really understand things like DPI and how big things need to be to be published and they might want someone who knows about that type of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm a little bummed because for a minute it seemed like something I could do.</content>
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    <title>xarpiex @ 2009-08-31T01:55:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-31T06:56:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-31T06:56:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Bottom Feeder" by Project 86</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I have this character named Reveo. I like him, I like his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what I discovered today: &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?hl=en&amp;source=hp&amp;q=reveo&amp;gbv=2&amp;aq=f&amp;oq=&amp;aqi=g10"&gt;http://images.google.com/images?hl=en&amp;source=hp&amp;q=reveo&amp;gbv=2&amp;aq=f&amp;oq=&amp;aqi=g10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My character shares a name with a meat marinating machine. Wut.</content>
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    <title>xarpiex @ 2009-08-29T02:12:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-29T07:18:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-29T07:18:27Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I saw District 9. It was kinda sad but I liked it. I think my husband didn't like it though &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my tae kwon do green belt test. I think I'm going to fail because I've been a space-case weeping weakling at almost every class for the past 3 months or so. I have forgotten one of my patterns and suck at the ones I do remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, as of today I am the proud owner of the book "Old Ways of Working Wood" by Alex W. Bealer, thanks to my sister who bought it for me. It is a book I find most useful in writing for my character Laaer, him being a woodworker of the technology levels of mid-1800s American pioneers. It's cool to know all the ins and outs of kinds of wood and tools, for greater authenticity. I should make more of my characters craftspeople because it's fun to do research on their behalf.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xarpiex:59354</id>
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    <title>xarpiex @ 2009-08-27T01:59:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-27T07:02:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-27T08:56:10Z</updated>
    <category term="blah blah blah"/>
    <category term="angst"/>
    <lj:music>"Molly MacAlpin" by The Crossing</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I've discovered I do not have a way with words.&lt;br /&gt;Like, I'll come up with an idea and express it. Then someone will come along and be like "No no no, that's all wrong, what you should be thinking is this" and they'll say what I &lt;i&gt;meant&lt;/i&gt; but in more exact words. And then I think "Well, that's pretty much what I meant," and I feel like they think I'm ignorant or whatever and if they hadn't ~swooped down to correct me~ I would be lost in the ~error of my thoughts~ even though we had the exact same thought, just worded differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, run-on sentences.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xarpiex:58931</id>
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    <title>xarpiex @ 2009-08-25T01:07:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-25T06:08:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-25T06:08:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Do You Believe Me?" by The Juliana Theory</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I would have enjoyed Ponyo more if A) the plot had some actual conflict in it and B)it wasn't full of freaky sea creatures, of which I have a lifelong phobia.&lt;br /&gt;I liked the animation and the slice-of-life scenes though.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xarpiex:58671</id>
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    <title>NOT A GOOD SIGN...</title>
    <published>2009-08-19T07:58:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-19T07:58:18Z</updated>
    <category term="aminals"/>
    <lj:music>"From December" by Project 86</lj:music>
    <content type="html">When you can't tell if that thing you saw skittering across the basement floor was a mouse or a centipede!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, God, let that have been a mouse!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xarpiex:58113</id>
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    <title>xarpiex @ 2009-08-11T12:12:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-11T17:14:56Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-11T17:14:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm going to the hospital today for a "family meeting" with my dad, siblings, and the doctors. I'm pretty sure this is going to be round #903 of the doctors trying to persuade us to kill our mom; either that or they will flat-out say they refuse to treat her anymore (they suspect an ulcer and have grown increasingly reluctant to do surgeries on my mom).&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can manage to not be a weeping lunatic.  It just feels really crappy to be condescended at, misunderstood, and disrespected by the high-and-mighty doctors and ethics committee people.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xarpiex:57926</id>
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    <title>xarpiex @ 2009-08-06T01:57:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-06T06:57:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-06T06:57:47Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">There was a bat flying around in my house! So cute.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xarpiex:57817</id>
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    <title>xarpiex @ 2009-07-29T00:11:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-29T05:13:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-29T05:13:47Z</updated>
    <category term="happy for once"/>
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    <content type="html">I'm gonna be moving out of this crappy neighborhood and into the apartment above my sisters. *Hallelujah chorus*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh man, my legs are still so sore from tae kwon last Saturday do I can's stand up or sit down without pain, and today we did sparring and my arms are trashed.  I have little sparkly bruises all over and one of those swollen bruised bumps like in anime.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xarpiex:57571</id>
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    <title>xarpiex @ 2009-07-20T22:55:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-21T03:59:43Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-21T04:59:03Z</updated>
    <category term="frickin cat"/>
    <category term="aminals"/>
    <category term="imminent peril"/>
    <content type="html">There's a kitty outside in the hallway of my apartment. It's lurking by the door of the people across from us. My roommate knocked to see if they were at home and if it was their cat, but no response. So the kitty is sitting out there, mewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is still in a basically comatose state but today she was moving her mouth and head a bit. Even small improvements like that are a good sign to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the family on my mom's side is going nuts because of family drama and entitlement complexes concerning her hospitalization. They are sending out hateful e-mails about my aunt. It's totally bizarre and annoying, thankfully my siblings and dad and the aforementioned aunt and I are all getting along fine. Extended family relations though, not so much.</content>
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