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  <title>the skating girl</title>
  <subtitle>the skating girl</subtitle>
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  <updated>2002-11-12T23:50:32Z</updated>
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    <title>chocobojojo @ 2002-11-12T17:52:00</title>
    <published>2002-11-12T23:50:32Z</published>
    <updated>2002-11-12T23:50:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am the biggest tool ever.  Shoe Carnival called and asked me to work tonight, and I was powerless to resist.  *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to console myself, I tried to watch tv, where I started watching Perfect Partners, the most insane British dating show ever.  The premise of the show is that your friends and family go out into public places and beg strangers to date you.  The woman they were trying to set up had only been single for five months, which is about the same amount of time that I have been single (not counting that one week recess).  It made me feel good that I'm not desperate enough for my family to beg the elephant trainer at the zoo to date me.  It also made me feel better that the United States isn't the only country that makes inane dating shows.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may yet find time to watch the new lord of the rings directors cut though.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chocobojojo:59305</id>
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    <title>chocobojojo @ 2002-11-12T02:05:00</title>
    <published>2002-11-12T08:03:15Z</published>
    <updated>2002-11-12T08:03:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have been such a failure at school lately that I have no recourse other than to find a sugar daddy.  Wealthy people willing to support me in exchange for hot secks may apply in the comments.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ChocoboJoJo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: help me to stay awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mister Anime&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: why do you need to stay awake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ChocoboJoJo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: gotta write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ChocoboJoJo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: forgot this paper was due tommorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mister Anime&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: roofles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ChocoboJoJo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: or its like fight club and hot secks is the only cure for my fatal overdose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ChocoboJoJo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: think that I could IM you a death rattle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mister Anime&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone else wants to join into the "Keep Ann awake" game I shall be on AIM for several more hours.</content>
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    <title>Vacation Madness!!!!!</title>
    <published>2002-11-04T22:16:47Z</published>
    <updated>2002-11-04T22:16:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Alright, I have decided that I need to go on a trip for spring break.  I have enlisted &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_psycheluna' lj:user='psycheluna' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://psycheluna.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://psycheluna.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;psycheluna&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to help me in finding someplace fun to go.  Here are some plans.  Vote in the comments since I no longer have a paid account to make polls, yet I still value your opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros: This would be my #1 choice.  We could see Hairspray the Musical and go to all sorts of museums and cool places.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons:  This would require serious fundraising.  Possible ideas for fundraisers that Hayley and I could do are selling drugs, kidnapping small children and holding them for ransom, selling our livers and those of strangers we pick up in bars, and pretending to choke in resturaunts and then hitting up the people who save us for money.  According to my mother (a noted authority on everything)  It costs a million skillion dollars to go to New York.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seatle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros: Seatle is really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons:  We know next to nothing about it, including what we would do there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washington D.C. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros: Has the Smithsonian and lots of cool stuff.  We could probably protest something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons: We might get shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los Angleles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros:  It would be neato, and I have never been to California.  We might be able to sleep on Hayley's cousin's floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons:  We might die.  It is far away.  I am so frighteningly midwestern that California scares the crap out of me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros:  We could go to this really cool Shakespeare festival that Hayley's friend is in.  Also, I have never before been to Canada.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons:  Coldness.  However, this one does have the fewest cons of trips we have run into. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellowstone National Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros:  We might see baby buffalo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons:  It would be cold and nature sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, please give us your opinion.  Also, suggest other places.  Think we should visit Compton?  Antarctica?  Your house?  We are up for any and all suggestions.</content>
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    <title>chocobojojo @ 2002-11-03T22:54:00</title>
    <published>2002-11-04T05:04:26Z</published>
    <updated>2002-11-04T05:04:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had been going to update my journal, but then it occured to me that I have a huge Poly Sci exam tommorrow that I havn't studied for, or even really thought about.  So I should do that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that all I have done this weekend is work, and work and wish I wasn't working, consider yourselves spared the pain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, lets just say that I hate beauty pageants.  Dozens of 12 year old girls were all sold the same lucite platform shoes today in hopes that they might become Miss Preteen Bloomington.  I did not vomit at all, though I was tempted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redneck shoe store woman: What do you think of these?  *points at gold platform shoes she is trying on*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redneck shoe store husband: Those look like some a dem transvestite shoes.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chocobojojo:57755</id>
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    <title>chocobojojo @ 2002-11-02T23:39:00</title>
    <published>2002-11-03T06:18:31Z</published>
    <updated>2002-11-03T06:18:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, I think that the halloweek festivities are over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dressed up as a lovely lady (not in the Les Mis way).  Ashleigh and I decided to throw an extravagent party in our room, despite the fact that I was still crushed over Saga Dave O'Lantern's humiliating defeat at the hands of a lesser pumpkin.  Ash and I prepared a variety of delicious and classy foodstuffs such as Totino's pizza rolls and CANDAY!  We also prepared mudslides and strawberry daquiris in a new blender obtained for the occasion. We watched some SCARY MOVIES! and a good time was had by all.  I am so addicted to mudslides now.  I feel like a GIRL!!!!! gasp.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night the celebration continued as we all went to see Young Frankenstein at the Normal Theater  (for those of you not around here, Normal, IL is the town adjacent to mine, it isn't just a theater so average that they couldn't come up with a better name for it.)   After that 5 of us took three cars to Borders (we enjoy killing the enviornment)  and bought all manner of fun things.  I got a Rasputina cd and Lullaby, the new Chuck Palahniuk book.   Getting paid so that I can buy stuff makes me a happy kitten.  I wish I could get paid every day.  Anyways, after that Ashleigh and Owen and I watched Brotherhood of the Wolf, which made me with I were a badass.  Everyone in that movie kicks ass.  I had no idea France was so hardcore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is incoherent and I am sleepy so I shall now go to bed.  Just a heads up that I have a new bio and a ton of new interests if you are bored.</content>
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    <title>chocobojojo @ 2002-10-31T10:09:00</title>
    <published>2002-10-31T16:03:47Z</published>
    <updated>2002-10-31T16:03:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Happy Halloween everyone!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of Saga DaveO'lantern and other fun things shall come later.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The celebrating started last night and it hasn't ended yet, I hope everyone else is having a good time too.</content>
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    <title>chocobojojo @ 2002-10-28T09:58:00</title>
    <published>2002-10-28T17:28:03Z</published>
    <updated>2002-10-28T17:28:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Newsies soundtrack (in my head)  I am pathetic, I know.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This weekend seemed like it was just one very busy day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, I blew off class to visit my grandma, who was in town visiting my parents.  We went to the fabric store and had a lovely time sewing things.  She is trying to help me put together this new shirt thingey for my Rennesance Faire Dress so that I can wear it for halloween and not freeze to death.  I don't know if I will have time to put it together though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Saturday morning, I woke up at 8 and drove back to bloomington to work what I thought was that 12-10 shift...  It turned out that for some reason an ad had been misprinted saying that the store would be open until 10 that night, so I had to stay untill about 10:45.  After that I met up with Chris and Emily and we all went to see Hayley in Rocky Horror Picture Show.  Much fun was had by all.  We were going to go find Ashleigh to see if she wanted to do vodka shots with us, but we guessed that she didn't want to because she was asleep.  So we instead went to Steak and Shake, where I made them watch me eat Chili Mac.  After that, sleep and another long day at Shoe Carnival.  The highlight of Sunday was a trip to taco bell for food and the elusive CHOCO TACO! (not related to the "Awful Waffle" no matter what Emily says.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that good weekend has put me in a good mood for this week.  Dropping Immigration History and not having to deal with that stupid fat Norwegian April Schultz has dramatically improved my outlook on life (please don't be offended if you are stupid, fat or Norwegian, I really only hate April Schultz. Ohhh how I hate her.)  I went to talk to my advisor, the infamous Vicki Magee to talk about dropping the class, and she gave me advice on how to fulfill my career goal of being a subversive revolutionary within the educational system, which made me feel better about continueing to major in Elementary education despite the fact that I feel so out of place amongst my classmates.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for later this week include sewing, going to the mall, and carving a pumpkin that looks like Saga Dave to enter in the Wesleyan pumpkin contest.  Let me know if you want let in on any or all of those adventures.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the library keyboards are breaking my hands.  My computer shall rise again soon though.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chocobojojo:56925</id>
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    <title>Its because I lied when I was seventeen.</title>
    <published>2002-10-24T15:19:17Z</published>
    <updated>2002-10-24T15:19:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last night I watched Monsoon Wedding after I updated my journal.  After I finished watching it, I went outside for a walk and was suprised to find that rain was pouring down, like in the movie.  It was like magic.  The rain has continued since last night, and it is very dark and cold here for it being 10 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen took a look at my computer, and said that it is very likely that my harddrive is fried, and that I shall have to find a new one.  Rah.  I mentioned going to best buy and Owen reacted as though i had said that I would eat a toad.  He is going to try to steal a "farm drive" for me (for those of you who havn't lived in Bloomington, figuring out ways to rip off State Farm, the towns main employer, is our favorite pasttime)  and if that doesn't work, he insists that I buy one online.  Do stores really rip you off that badly on computer parts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning has gone kind of badly in that I remembered that I forgot to do something on Tuesday, and that this morning's mentoring session was a disaster.  I wonder if I am doing any good in the world sometimes.  Ah well, I will keep trying.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the rest of the day will include daydreaming during class and then folding origami as I watch reruns.  Tommorrow will be a lot better, I'm going to visit my Grandma, which is always fun.  She is a cool lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno though, there is something about the rain that always gets me down.</content>
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    <title>chocobojojo @ 2002-10-23T14:34:00</title>
    <published>2002-10-23T19:29:30Z</published>
    <updated>2002-10-23T19:29:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Guess what everyone?  My computer is dead.  *moment of silence for my computer*  I think it can be saved if I reformat, which I have no idea how to do.  I will lose about 6 gb of MP3s, but such is life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The harddrive has been having problems for a while now, and now my computer won't boot because the part of the harddrive where scandisk lives has gone bad.  If anyone has any advice on how to fix this without involving my school's IT department, feel free to volunteer this info.  Otherwise, I'm not in too big of a hurry to get this fixed because a period without AIM and livejournal will give me time to read and do actually valuable things with my life.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, don't expect to see me around so much until I get this fixed.</content>
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    <title>chocobojojo @ 2002-10-20T23:50:00</title>
    <published>2002-10-21T05:04:32Z</published>
    <updated>2002-10-21T05:04:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have started this entry and then not finished it a thousand times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend has been filled with highs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warm smell of Birthday cake that Lauren and I cooked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at night talking about stuff with Emily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold slushy mudslides at Ashleigh's birthday party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then so many other things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That strange pain in my legs that won't go away after I work 9 and 10 hour shifts at shoe carnival...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman buying her 9 year old daugher lucite platform shoes covered in rhinestones so that she could compete in the Ms. Preteen Bloomington competition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the bathroom in the middle of the night and watching my RA (sleepy eyed and in her pyjamas) banging on the fire alarm with a phone book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening my doritos and craving food that didn't seem as though it had already been chewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I am feeling that way again.  I am sure that it will pass.  And even if it doesn't, I am learning that it isn't neccesarily a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wander lust is acting up again, and I am meeting with Peace Corps recruiters tommorrow.  I am hopeing that will go well.  It would be an adventure for after I graduate next year.  Something to get me thinking about what I want out of life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Who knows, maybe these feelings will pass too.  I have been incredibly dissatisfyed with my educational experience lately, I am not fulfilled here.   So many wonderful people here who have meant so much to me, but this isn't my place, I can feel it.  I mean that about both Bloomington and the internet.  I suppose that is what the feelings have been, this vauge idea of wanting something more...</content>
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    <title>chocobojojo @ 2002-10-15T22:37:00</title>
    <published>2002-10-16T03:51:55Z</published>
    <updated>2002-10-16T03:51:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>man, it doesn't auto detect when you actually listen off a cd.  VNV Nation- Beloved</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have had such a hard time motivating myself to do work.  The good news is though, I should have some time to get caught up during the upcoming three day weekend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pssst!  Thursday is &lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/users/girlygamer"&gt;Ashleigh's&lt;/a&gt; birthday.  You should all buy her presents.  However, since everyone on earth wants to celebrate her 21st with her, I shall still have plenty of time to celebrate with her, sell shoes and read 180 pages of Mexican Agricultural worker strike documents.   On my own 21st, which you are all invited to attend next spring, there will be no schoolwork anywhere in site.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also being a dirty pirate lately and borrowing and burning things off of any friends who have good cds.  Me? Listening to music?  The internet being down has made me a crazy crazy girl.  So I now have been constantly listening to Kill the Moonlight by Spoon and Futureperfect by VNV Nation.  I have also been writing and drawing in my paper journal like crazy.  I hate being reminded over and over again how bad the internet is for me.   Not really so much the internet as my complete inability to do anything in moderation is bad for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, no other news. Everyone has been making me feel so warm and fuzzy lately.  You all rock.</content>
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    <title>chocobojojo @ 2002-10-14T23:13:00</title>
    <published>2002-10-15T04:27:45Z</published>
    <updated>2002-10-15T04:27:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My internet has been terrible here.  Some people figured out how to steal all of Wesleyan's bandwidth to download mp3s and such, and I have been having a heck of a time getting anything to work from 8-10 pm, the time I usually devote to livejournal.  This is why I havn't been leaving so many comments or updating as much lately, it is simply because I can't get anything to load.  When the IT department shuts down the bandwidth stealers later this week, I will be back with more comments.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChocoboJoJo: will you marry me?&lt;br /&gt;snerk says: YES.  &lt;br /&gt;ChocoboJoJo: yay!&lt;br /&gt;snerk says: but i thought you are not getting married :'(&lt;br /&gt;ChocoboJoJo: I would make an exception because you are the most perfect person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;snerk says: THIS IS MY THIRD PROPOSAL IN THE LAST THREE MONTHS&lt;br /&gt;ChocoboJoJo: see above.&lt;br /&gt;ChocoboJoJo: if I can't have you I will become a nun ...&lt;br /&gt;ChocoboJoJo: or maybe just wait for John Cusack.&lt;br /&gt;snerk says: CAN YOU BE AN EEEEEEEEVIL VAMPIRE-NUN???&lt;br /&gt;ChocoboJoJo: YES!&lt;br /&gt;snerk says: HORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAY!&lt;br /&gt;snerk says: :-)&lt;br /&gt;snerk says: hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;snerk says: goodnight &lt;br /&gt;ChocoboJoJo: goodnight love.&lt;br /&gt;snerk says: &amp;lt;3 ANN&lt;br /&gt;ChocoboJoJo: &amp;lt;3 Jenn.&lt;br /&gt;snerk says: i will marry you when i come home.  &lt;br /&gt;ChocoboJoJo: I don't know what I would do without you.&lt;br /&gt;ChocoboJoJo: sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;snerk says: and instead of wedding cake, we will have wedding PIE&lt;br /&gt;ChocoboJoJo: YES!&lt;br /&gt;snerk says: because pie is FAR superior to cake.&lt;br /&gt;snerk says: no offense to cake, of course</content>
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    <title>chocobojojo @ 2002-10-10T20:47:00</title>
    <published>2002-10-11T02:01:47Z</published>
    <updated>2002-10-11T02:01:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Allison Krauss - When You Say Nothing at All</lj:music>
    <content type="html">And now to jump on the bandwagon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real entry shall come later.  I've just been writing a paper all day and I am tired of writing, so I figured I would make you all write me a nice long comment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. When did we meet?&lt;br /&gt;02. How did we meet?&lt;br /&gt;03. Have we ever met in person?&lt;br /&gt;04. Have we ever talked on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;05. Have you ever seen me cry?&lt;br /&gt;06. Have you ever seen me dance?&lt;br /&gt;07. Describe me using three or less words&lt;br /&gt;08. If you could spend a day with me, what would we do?&lt;br /&gt;09. Have we ever gotten in a fight?&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you ever dreamt of me? If so, tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;11. If you could give me a present, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;12. Would you hug me?&lt;br /&gt;13. Would you kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you REALLY think of me?&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you trust me?&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you know something about me that no one else knows?&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you even know how old I am?&lt;br /&gt;18. Anything you wanted to tell me but never got a chance to?</content>
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    <title>New life goal:  become prince.</title>
    <published>2002-10-10T01:32:09Z</published>
    <updated>2002-10-10T01:32:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dixie Chicks - Good Bye Earl  (yeah I know, now you all hate me)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today when I was at Walgreens I bought myself fake hair.  I refuse to dignify it by calling it a wig....  anyways, I have been wearing it around my room and it makes me look like a cross between Utena and Peg Bundy.  Like I scalped Jem.  I want to get a blonde wig too now, I have just been having so much fun freaking people out with it...  I think my new plan will be to wear it untill people forget what my natural hair color is.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Utena, Revolutionary Girl Utena is my new fav anime ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once upon a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ...there was a princess grieving over the deaths of her mother and father.  Before this princess appeared a prince traveling upon a white horse.  His appearance gallant, and his smile gentle, the prince enveloped the princess in the scent of roses, and wiped away her tears.  "Little one bearing up alone under grief, please lose not thy strength and nobility when thou growest up."  "As a token of this day, please retain this."  "Pray, shall we meet once more?"  "This ring should guide thee to me." Was the ring from the prince meant as an engagement ring? That part was good,  but because of the strength of her admiration  the prince, the princess made up her mind to become a prince herself!  But is that really good for her?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show makes me so insanely happy.  It is so pretty, and has a great story too.  And I have really been needing a good dose of female empowerment.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>chocobojojo @ 2002-10-07T10:51:00</title>
    <published>2002-10-07T16:05:32Z</published>
    <updated>2002-10-07T16:05:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Unknown Artist - Calling It Quits - Aimee Mann</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have been really annoyed lately that my internet dies every Sunday night about 10 pm.  &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/il3/leader/"&gt;So I guess it is good to know that I'm not alone.&lt;/a&gt;   That page will be hilarious if you are an IWU student, not so funny if you arn't one, but I figured that there are enough of you reading that I would pass it along.  Some highlights include Robin Leavitt bashing students on the message board, and the infamous "This town needs an enema."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that nothing major has been happening in my life.  The days have grown colder, and I can't step outside without being reminded of how beautiful the world is.  The air smells beautiful, like cinnamon and chocolate and burning leaves.   I love the autumn.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am trying to get a group together to go to Anime Central (acen) next may.  The con is from May 16-18, and I would love any of you to come and join me.  I will get more info together later about getting us all a hotel room, but I can promise now that there will be plenty of drunken shenannigans and lauging at bad cosplayers, and spending too much money on anime merchandise.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>chocobojojo @ 2002-10-05T17:42:00</title>
    <published>2002-10-05T22:56:38Z</published>
    <updated>2002-10-05T22:56:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lisa Loeb - I Do</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am so bored today.  I wanted to go home this weekend because I havn't been in a while, but then I was required to go to this silly immigration symposium for my history class, which prevented me from doing so.   Instead I talked to Kitty on the phone untill the phone battery went dead.  I miss that girl so much.  We talked about everything from "Operation raise money for fairly substancial tattoo and keep its existence secret from my mother"  to how much she wants to visit Paris.  She even talked to me in French.  She nearly always has the ability to make me feel better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed last night at  8:30.  I slept so soundly that when &lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/users/drgnmstralex"&gt;Charles&lt;/a&gt; called me at 11:30, I didn't even hear the phone ring.  Then I woke up and went to that stupid boring thing that prevented me from going home, then around 2 I went to sleep again and slept up untill now.  I am a bad, bad kitten!  I need to stop sleeping.  Must study.  Must call Shoe Carnival and figure out if they were so kind as to schedule me for next week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I will be in my room all evening begging for an excuse not to study.  So please, someone entertain me.  I knew that this weekend no one would be around, and that is why I wanted to go home.  And I was right!</content>
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    <title>chocobojojo @ 2002-10-02T18:48:00</title>
    <published>2002-10-03T00:01:49Z</published>
    <updated>2002-10-03T00:01:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.asp?user=ChocoboJoJo"&gt;JOURNAL ADDICTION RUNS WILD!!!!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I forgot to mention that I now have a Xanga blog in addition to lj.  LJ is a much better service in my opinion, and I am sticking around here. I just wanted to check to see if anyone has a Xanga blog that they are interested in me reading.</content>
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    <title>chocobojojo @ 2002-10-02T14:20:00</title>
    <published>2002-10-02T19:34:33Z</published>
    <updated>2002-10-02T19:34:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last night all of my Weslayan peeps (except Laruen and Emily, they were to chicken to go)  saw an advance screening of Red Dragon.  It was so good!  I really want to watch Silence of the Lambs too now.  I was afraid that the movie would be like Hannibal, but fear not, it was much better than that.  Still not quite as good as Silence of the Lambs, but still very enjoyable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/users/psycheluna"&gt;Hayley&lt;/a&gt;:  Hanibal Lector and I have something in common:  we both want to eat Ed Norton's face.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, today &lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/users/drgnmstralex"&gt;Charles&lt;/a&gt; sent me a present:  Final Fantasy Chronicles, Guitar Freaks, and DDR Fourth Mix.  While these are uber cool presents and I am happy to have them, I should call him up and berate him for sending me gifts when he should be using money for living and stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two days have been too filled with happy for me to update.  I know you all have been worried about me, and I really apreciate it.  Whenever things go wrong, I know that I have real friends to help me through things.  Lets all share a group hug.</content>
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    <title>chocobojojo @ 2002-09-30T00:20:00</title>
    <published>2002-09-30T05:34:38Z</published>
    <updated>2002-09-30T05:34:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am leaving this place.  If I can get the money together, I will be gone on June 15th.  Away from the rows of the same fast food resturaunts and suburban houses that I have known my whole life and am comfortable with.  Away from the rows of sameness awaiting me day after day.  I feel myself becoming like this place, colorless.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, you are probably asking "Where are you going, Ann?"  Let me tell you.  I am going to Chicago.  If all goes well, and I am really hopeing that it will, I will stay in an old convent in Chicago that has been converted into a school for teachers.  I will live with other girls who are becoming teachers, and work every day in Chicago public schools student teaching.  Over the summer I will become ESL certified, and for the first semester of next year I shall learn how to teach.  After that, I will wrap things up with one last semester finishing up some general education requirements at Wesleyan, and then out into the world.  If I enjoy my time in Chicago, I will return there and keep teaching in City schools.  I also want to try applying for the JET program, and perhaps spending a few years seeing how schools work in Japan.  I am also still considering joining the Peace Corps.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to sever my ties with this place while I still can.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, now I just need to raise the funds for this.</content>
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    <title>chocobojojo @ 2002-09-27T01:31:00</title>
    <published>2002-09-27T06:45:17Z</published>
    <updated>2002-09-27T06:45:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The dream is over.  I knew that it would end, all dreams end.  All the same, no one likes rolling over in the dark to see the glowing 7:00 am and hearing the annoying buzzer of reality waking one up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.  It just means that a new day has begun.</content>
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    <title>Everytime I watch tv I remember why I hate it.</title>
    <published>2002-09-27T02:26:10Z</published>
    <updated>2002-09-27T02:26:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My god, was anyone watching ER?  Did you catch that scene?  I am so traumatized.  I shall have graphic nightmares tonight.</content>
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    <title>Potato doom</title>
    <published>2002-09-26T17:42:54Z</published>
    <updated>2002-09-26T17:42:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, I have a school project for one of my education classes to take home a potato and try to get it to sprout.  I was adised to keep it in a dark place untill it starts to grow.  My Prof also advised me to give my potato a name and play it music.  Right now it is living in a dark place (my top desk drawer) and it gets to listen to whatever music I play.  Because of this, it is probably going to be a very depressed potato because I make it listen to the Smiths all day.  Hayley came over last night and gave the potato lots of love and hugs... So now the only thing it needs is a name.  Who wants to name my potato?</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>chocobojojo @ 2002-09-23T01:17:00</title>
    <published>2002-09-23T06:30:34Z</published>
    <updated>2002-09-23T06:30:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I can't write.  I can't sleep.  My thoughts are swimming in my head like fish, I can't make them swim the same direction.  They should be a neat, orderly school, but instead each swims it own direction at its own speed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love school.  I love being educated.  But sometimes I can't help but think that there is a better use of my time than writing a 5 page paper on about bullshit.  By tommorrow morning I will once more be glad of the opportunities that I have and the things I am doing here, but I hate April Shultz and am never again taking a class from her.  I always have one Prof a year that I don't click with, and in some sense it is a relief knowing that it is her, and that I will have "the bad class" over and done with the first semester.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at Shoe Carnival, I got the hiccups.   One of my coworkers told me that to cure hiccups at any time, all you have to do is think of a red elephant.  I tried it and it worked!  It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now back to writing before my thoughts become any more random.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened this week.  So much good stuff.  And as soon as I finish the paper and go to bed, I can get on with the buisness of having another excellent week starting tommorrow.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chocobojojo:49727</id>
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    <title>chocobojojo @ 2002-09-17T23:55:00</title>
    <published>2002-09-18T05:06:38Z</published>
    <updated>2002-09-18T05:06:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So today Emily and Lauren invited me to go to half price sushi night with them.  I was cautious and didn't want to go at first, because I know the reason that sushi is half price is because it has been sitting around for a while.  But I figured that I should be social, and said "What the heck!"   I still couldn't bring myself to eat the half priced sushi, and instead had yaki soba.   It was delish!  There was lots of good conversation and good times.  Afterwards, however, the real fun began.  Shelley decided that we should all go and look for Magic Jello ( a mystical kind of Jello that is transparent with star shaped confetti suspended in it)  Waiting outside the resturaunt on the way to go do that is when I met him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a friend of Shelley's friend Michelle's boyfriend Jacob.  I noticed right away that he was wearing a trenchcoat.  He was cute.  We started talking, and it turns out that he is interested in a lot of the same stuff that I am.  We dragged him along on the Jello quest.  Although we didn't find magic Jello at any of the three stores we went to, I had lots of oportunity to talk to him, and we had a good time.  We decided on s'mores as a good alternative to Magic Jello, and went back to Shelley's dorm to make s'mores, where we coated ourselves in molten chocolate and acted like dorks.  After we had done that for about an hour, I wanted to walk back to my dorm room because I have lots to do tommorrow.  Jason offered to walk back to my dorm with me.  We walked back to my place and he admired my movie posters and offered to steal some more for me from his job (he is assistant manager of the movie theater).  Ashes and Owen were home, and we watched Owen play Metal Gear Solid for a few min before Ashes decided to throw people out so she could sleep.  While Ashleigh and Owen walked to the car, Jason and I looked at each other awkwardly for a moment.  He said "It was great to meet you."  And then he hugged me.  We hugged for a very long time.  Ashes opened the door to come in and we seperated quickly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I know I hope there was chemistry there.  We have a date to see Gremlins together on Saturday, and I am cautiously excited.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly because everyone I know who has taken it has gotten a different answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://hometown.aol.com/mysticguy77/starquiz/starquiz.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://hometown.aol.com/mysticguy77/starquiz/Mercury.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hometown.aol.com/mysticguy77/starquiz/starquiz.html" target="new"&gt;What Planet Are You From?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;this quiz was made by &lt;a href="http://hometown.aol.com/mysticguy77.html"&gt;The Autist Formerly Known As Tim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>chocobojojo @ 2002-09-16T18:20:00</title>
    <published>2002-09-16T23:30:33Z</published>
    <updated>2002-09-16T23:30:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I went to Tae Kwon Do class today.  It both made me feel like a badass and reminded me how much I am sooooooo not a badass.  On one hand, I am really really pathetic.  By the time I go to class again tommorrow, my arms will hurt.  I need lots of practice.  But then again, I need to do something to become a badass, my body is made of squishy pudding.    I will let &lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/users/girlygamer"&gt;Ashleigh&lt;/a&gt; come by to make the obvious comment of how hot I think our one instructor is.</content>
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