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  <title>Sadae Sakana</title>
  <subtitle>Sadae Sakana</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Sadae Sakana</name>
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  <updated>2004-03-15T15:05:17Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:sakanaya:40391</id>
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    <issued>2004-03-15T07:01:00</issued>
    <title>sakanaya @ 2004-03-15T07:01:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-15T15:05:17Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-15T15:05:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OH NOE!!?!!1!&lt;br /&gt;Some one keeps putting doggie things on my door?!&lt;br /&gt;I can’t think of anyone?!&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS TERRIBLY WRONG&lt;br /&gt;I have no clue who is doing this, BUT STOP&lt;br /&gt;Beware the rage of sakanaya sake!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:sakanaya:40014</id>
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    <issued>2003-07-31T17:34:00</issued>
    <title>Bye, Deadjournal!</title>
    <published>2003-08-01T00:34:47Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-01T00:34:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey.  I'm done in Deadjournal.  I'll use this account for posting in friends' journals, keeping tabs on people and whatnot, but if you want to hear about what's going on in my life, read my brand-new shiny &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~sakanaya" target="blank"&gt;livejournal!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will be all.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:sakanaya:39700</id>
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    <issued>2003-07-17T01:56:00</issued>
    <title>And the Panda says....</title>
    <published>2003-07-17T08:57:38Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-17T08:57:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...I'm going to ComicCon!  YAAAAAAAAAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more such rejoicing.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:sakanaya:39583</id>
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    <issued>2003-07-15T12:28:00</issued>
    <title>Also...</title>
    <published>2003-07-15T19:29:12Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-15T19:29:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Jen, if you read this I've been going to bed hella early lately.  Tonight I'm gonna try and stay up late.  Wanna help?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:sakanaya:39170</id>
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    <issued>2003-07-15T12:27:00</issued>
    <title>lolowned</title>
    <published>2003-07-15T19:28:32Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-15T19:28:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">gg ari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I win ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb fat bitch.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:sakanaya:39151</id>
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    <issued>2003-07-13T12:57:00</issued>
    <title>Ow.  Ow.  Ow.</title>
    <published>2003-07-13T19:57:49Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-13T19:57:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I twisted my ankle really hard last night (damn my structurally weak ankles, damn them to hell).  I was going to go to Obon Matsuri again today but it hurts too damn much ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I went to Obon last night, it was fun.  Saw Dreafish, Alia, Ken, my Aunties...Ate a lot of corn...it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ow.  My ankle hurts ;_;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:sakanaya:38815</id>
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    <issued>2003-07-11T08:50:00</issued>
    <title>In other news...</title>
    <published>2003-07-11T15:50:46Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-11T16:13:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yes, I am back with Dan after a hiatus of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I came back from LA monday, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still too fucking angry to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I saw Pirates of the Carribean.  Mmm, Orlando Bloom with pointy objects ^_^   Has anyone but me noticed he's only cute when he plays a character who knows how to swordfight and/or has long hair?  Maybe that's just me...</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:sakanaya:38417</id>
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    <issued>2003-07-11T08:49:00</issued>
    <title>ANGER  ANGER  ANGER</title>
    <published>2003-07-11T15:49:37Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-11T15:49:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telemarketers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, seems like a pretty mundane fucking thing to be so pissed about, but every morning around this time they call and wake me up looking for my mom.  Don't they realize that uhh some people work?  I'd understand this process of calling me every day at the same time if it were different people, but it's the same fucking guy with an attitude problem.  If it's so fucking imperative that he speak with my mother why doesn't he fucking call back later like I have kindly suggested so many times?  And on top of this, he accuses me of actually being my mom and that I'm "wasting my time" trying to avoid them.  And then he hangs up.  Uhhhhm, if I'm Nora, don't you want to talk to me?  Why the fuck would you hang up on me?   If I were a telemarketer that was fucking desperate to reach my mother, I would stay on until the customer fucking hangs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I dial *69.  Great, doesn't work with this number.  Or any number anymore for that matter.  so I call SBC customer service.  They don't have a category for my problem or even a "Doesn't fit into any category" category.  So I go online to SBC help.  They say enter your area code, I do, and then it tells me that it doesn't offer service in my area.  :w-hat:  So, just on a lark, I go to pacificbell.com and it tells me that it's now SBC.  Uh, right.  So they won't help me, the bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what the fuck these asshole telemarketers do, or even what their company's name is, they just keep fucking calling.  It's telephone spam and it makes me angry.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:sakanaya:38202</id>
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    <issued>2003-05-29T23:45:00</issued>
    <title>Updating just because I haven't in a long time.</title>
    <published>2003-05-30T06:45:55Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-30T06:45:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm tired, hot, and stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;I have a project due next Friday, a comic book that I barely have the drawings done for.  Another project will be due the Thursday after next, and that will be slightly easier.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a lot to say, really.  BayCon was great as BayCon ought to be, and a good time was had, despite breakup/getting back together/ breakup.  So I'm single again, but I'm in desperate need of soul searching before I dive into the boy pool again.  That's not to say that I refuse to go on dates, etc...I just am not ready for major commitment and probably won't be for a few months at best.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:sakanaya:37926</id>
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    <issued>2003-05-21T00:25:00</issued>
    <title>fish and kool aid</title>
    <published>2003-05-21T07:25:41Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-21T07:25:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today I got a pet fish.  It's a betta, a Siamese fighting fish.  I named it Phi Kappa.  Y'know....Phi Kappa Betta.  BWAHAHAHA...aha...ok no.  I figured it's more appropriate than naming it Master, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Pulp Fiction today to get into my hair's character.  I did.  It was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this Kool Aid is making me sick from sweetness.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:sakanaya:37849</id>
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    <issued>2003-05-19T22:53:00</issued>
    <title>Oh yeah, another thing (two things)...Okay, maybe 3</title>
    <published>2003-05-20T05:53:55Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-20T05:53:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A) They wouldn't let me donate blood because I live with my mom and she has Hep C, even though I don't have it.  Lame.  Ass.  Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B)  Someone's sister just dropped dead, randomly.  She was 13.  My sister, too, is 13, and now I'm really scared about losing her.  I can be mean to her sometimes but the truth of the matter is that I love her dearly and I cannot imagine ever losing her.  We decided that we'd die at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C)  I talked mom into letting me get a fish.  Only a Betta, though, just to try it out.  I saw this really pretty red one at this fish store that Dan hates.  I'm getting it anyways.  That fish is MINE, dammit, MINE!  Noone else can have it &amp;gt;_</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:sakanaya:37514</id>
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    <issued>2003-05-19T22:48:00</issued>
    <title>woah. all keaneu reeves style 'woah', at that.  woah.</title>
    <published>2003-05-20T05:49:19Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-20T05:49:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yup, that sort of idiotic woah.  That's the 'woah' I let out when I saw my new hair in the handheld mirror in the middle of the PAC at school today.  You see, I donated a shitload of hair today to the Locks of Love foundation, which takes your hair and makes it into wigs for underprivilidged children who suffer from hair loss.  Well, to make a long story short:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sakana.fjear.com/lolhair.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my new hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had bangs since 4th grade, the cut's a little longer than I'd like and also a bit uneven.  I'm going to see if I can talk mom into shelling out the :10bux: I need to get my hair fixed just a touch.  This will take some getting used to.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:sakanaya:37231</id>
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    <issued>2003-05-14T22:55:00</issued>
    <title>Sainted.</title>
    <published>2003-05-15T05:56:59Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-15T05:56:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Saint Sithney was the coolest saint ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God offered im the job of patron of Girls, and Sithney was all "Uhhhh, girls would be so trivial, always praying to me for a cute boyfriend and new clothes.  Girls are so stupid.  I would rather be patron of mad dogs than patron of girls."  So he was made patron of Mad Dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are saner than most girls.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:sakanaya:36906</id>
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    <issued>2003-05-13T00:48:00</issued>
    <title>Oh yeah...</title>
    <published>2003-05-13T07:49:17Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-13T07:56:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...wait, I was gonna say something...gimmie a sec...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember, fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I remember now.  &lt;a href="http://www.deadjournal.com/users/lorddeath217x/day/2003/04/13" target="blank"&gt;I was Geo's girlfriend?&lt;/a&gt;  AHAHAHAHA......not really.  She's right about the hating bit though ^_^  She deserves a gunshot to the head, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To any Martys who may read this one of these days: Dump her lard ass before she dumps you while whining through twinkies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooyeah, this journal is comedy gold.  5 MANBABIES!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:sakanaya:36686</id>
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    <issued>2003-05-13T00:44:00</issued>
    <title>Happy happy happy~~~</title>
    <published>2003-05-13T07:45:31Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-13T07:45:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So yeah.  Dan.&lt;br /&gt;Dan's an angel.  He's pretty damn near to perfect, don't fucking ask me how I got that lucky, I don't know.  He's cute, intelligent, talented, kind, likes my family...He has two differently colored eyes, both of them beautiful.  He's smarter than he makes himself seem, reads Vonnegut, but still does badly in classes (like me!).  He plays the Baritone Sax in Jazz Band at school, plays defense on the roller hockey team, draws, and makes wire sculptures.  He makes sure I get into my house in one piece after I walk him to his car, and my mom would let him move in if our Condo wasn't so damn small.&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is that he's not allowed to date and his 'rents are conservative Christians.  :\  That's okay, he loves me, I love him, we'll make it through this.  Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm pretty content right now, not even &lt;a href="http://www.deadjournal.com/users/lorddeath217x/" target="blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; could bring me down, so THERE.  BARAHAHAHAHAHA.  yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I reheated more food for her lard ass.  Oh well.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:sakanaya:36589</id>
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    <issued>2003-05-03T02:42:00</issued>
    <title>Free comic book day, May 2, 2003</title>
    <published>2003-05-03T09:42:50Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-03T09:42:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Go get free comic books.  in my area...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALAN/HEROES&lt;br /&gt;24 E. CAMPBELL AVENUE&lt;br /&gt;CAMPBELL, CA&lt;br /&gt;(408) 378-3667&lt;br /&gt;Bottom of Form 1&lt;br /&gt;Top of Form 2&lt;br /&gt;NORTHERN COMICS&lt;br /&gt;1606 W CAMPBELL AVENUE&lt;br /&gt;CAMPBELL, CA&lt;br /&gt;(408) 873-2109&lt;br /&gt;Bottom of Form 2&lt;br /&gt;Top of Form 3&lt;br /&gt;HIJINX COMICS&lt;br /&gt;2050 LINCOLN AVE&lt;br /&gt;SAN JOSE, CA&lt;br /&gt;(408) 266-1103&lt;br /&gt;Bottom of Form 3&lt;br /&gt;Top of Form 4&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S HOT COMICS &amp; CARDS&lt;br /&gt;1061 LAFAYETTE STREET&lt;br /&gt;SANTA CLARA, CA&lt;br /&gt;(408) 241-8212&lt;br /&gt;Bottom of Form 4&lt;br /&gt;Top of Form 5&lt;br /&gt;BRIAN'S BOOKS&lt;br /&gt;2767 EL CAMINO REAL&lt;br /&gt;SANTA CLARA, CA&lt;br /&gt;(408) 985-7481&lt;br /&gt;Bottom of Form 5&lt;br /&gt;Top of Form 6&lt;br /&gt;FUN STUFF COMICS &amp; CARDS&lt;br /&gt;422 W CAPTOL EXPRESSWAY&lt;br /&gt;SAN JOSE, CA&lt;br /&gt;(408) 972-8883</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:sakanaya:36351</id>
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    <issued>2003-04-25T19:33:00</issued>
    <title>sigh.</title>
    <published>2003-04-26T02:34:23Z</published>
    <updated>2003-04-26T02:34:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't know why, but I feel shitty right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:sakanaya:35959</id>
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    <issued>2003-04-20T10:31:00</issued>
    <title>Christo Anesti</title>
    <published>2003-04-20T17:32:01Z</published>
    <updated>2003-04-20T17:32:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I should be eating lamb, but I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;Dan let us borrow FFVIII and FFX, they're so preeeetty.....&lt;br /&gt;We've been picking up a Mexican radio station on our phone.  I wonder why the modem doesn't pick it up as well...&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading a cute webcomic called &lt;a href="http://tsunamichan.keenspace.com" target="blank"&gt;Tsunami Channel&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:sakanaya:35642</id>
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    <issued>2003-04-10T23:53:00</issued>
    <title>Bothersome</title>
    <published>2003-04-11T06:54:19Z</published>
    <updated>2003-04-11T06:54:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have a very annoying habit.  This habit has me listening to the people around me, watching what they do.  Supposedly for an actress, this is a wonderful trait that helps her pick up new mannerisms and ways of behaving.  Apparently Stanislavsky never studied the idiots I seem to constantly 'observe'.&lt;br /&gt;Example A:  Tonight at Armadillo Willy's, we were seated next to the regional manager's small meeting with two store managers from Jamba Juice.  The regional manager was an absolute asshole who badmouthed employees and talked way, way down to the store managers as if he was a celestial being and they his lowly peons who should feel honored to even be blessed by his voice upon their ears.  One of the store managers was male, also an asshole but with a strong helping of idiot as well.  The other was a young-looking (probably 19-21) woman who was an absolute hopeless idiot.  This was the kind of stupid with glazed-over eyes and drool coming out of the corner of her mouth, valley drawl included at no extra charge, as opposed to my sort of stupid which is just doing dumb shit but realizing what I've done.&lt;br /&gt;Example B:  There is a raucus group of partying, drunken, gigantic truck driving idiots that lives across the street from me.  They tell 'Your Momma' jokes and think they're funny.  No, seriously.  They crush beer cans against their foreheads and just reek of complete and utter idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost the will to post.  Blah.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:sakanaya:35455</id>
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    <issued>2003-04-10T23:31:00</issued>
    <title>The events of the past week or two.</title>
    <published>2003-04-11T06:32:53Z</published>
    <updated>2003-04-11T06:42:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So everyone who needs to know about the bullshit I would normally mention here already knows about it, so I'm just going to remind those who know that it pisses me off very very much that I cannot be trusted.  Oh, and I fuck everything up.&lt;br /&gt;Now, to the confused masses out there:&lt;br /&gt;HALLLOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;I have been away from a bit of a hiatus from real posts delving into my actual 'life' for a while, so I'm going to take a stab at it.  On the Disneyland trip I got to know this guy named Dan who's in our Jazz Band a lot better than I'd known him before.  So, we both like each other, la dee da.  But, due to mucho bullshit, I'm not in a place where I want to be in a particularly normal (by my standards, and those who know will know what I mean) relationship.  So, we're moving slowly, slowly, slowly, and I like that.  He and I mostly just sit and talk about the bullshit in our lives, including the super-special bullshit.  I've decided that I'm tearing down all the little white lies that I've built up around myself.  Little things that make people trust me less, truths that I hide to make me seem better, whatever.  And if that scares Dan away, well, whatever.  Hopefully after I scare him away we can still have a civil conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etcetera: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been working on a self-portrait KiSS doll and am running out of outfit ideas.  send me pictures of pretty clothes, costumes, etc.&lt;li&gt;I'm working on making a supplementary opinion paper for Pioneer, as our school paper blows and lacks an opinions section.  I want to make it nice enough that we can get administrative backing.  (good luck, heh) &lt;li&gt;When I turn 18, I am going to get the outline of a leaf tatooed on my hip. &lt;li&gt;I've been listening to a lot of Morphine lately because of Dan.  Go download some of their music, it makes you smarter.&lt;li&gt;My mom, Mrs. Walsh, and Mr. Conrad have formed the coalition to get me out of my stupid-hole and help my lazy ass graduate. So I'm actually doing work now, don;t be surprised if I'm on less... &lt;li&gt;Fridays are Fresh Choice days for a bunch of my friends, and lately I've been joining them. &lt;li&gt;Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.  Fishtanks.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, class, that will be all for today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:sakanaya:35268</id>
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    <issued>2003-03-31T18:01:00</issued>
    <title>Yeah, we fucking own.</title>
    <published>2003-04-01T02:01:58Z</published>
    <updated>2003-04-01T02:01:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">lilisaksak (5:55:41 PM): omgomgomgomgomg&lt;br /&gt;lilisaksak (5:55:47 PM): we won 2nd place&lt;br /&gt;lilisaksak (5:55:48 PM): in our class&lt;br /&gt;lilisaksak (5:55:53 PM): at the competition :o&lt;br /&gt;lilisaksak (5:56:33 PM): and our school won festival sweepstakes, which is like best school overall in banmd and choir&lt;br /&gt;lilisaksak (5:56:39 PM): and we won the spirit award&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we own.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:sakanaya:35033</id>
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    <issued>2003-03-25T14:26:00</issued>
    <title>HOOOOOOOOFUCKINGRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!</title>
    <published>2003-03-25T22:27:18Z</published>
    <updated>2003-03-25T22:27:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We're going!  For definitely for sure now!  Mrs. Klein is gonna take us.  SO FUCKING HAPPY!  HAHAHAHAHAHA UP YOURS, SJUSD!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:sakanaya:34665</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sakanaya.deadjournal.com/34665.html"/>
    <issued>2003-03-24T20:20:00</issued>
    <title>What the Fuck, Part 2!</title>
    <published>2003-03-25T04:21:33Z</published>
    <updated>2003-03-25T04:21:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, the trip is back on.&lt;br /&gt;Tentatively.&lt;br /&gt;As of right now, It's on.  Tomorrow all that might change.  We got a call this afternoon saying that we needed to go to the PAC at school to sign a waiver form.  So for now it's on, and if enough folk sign the waiver we can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray?</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:sakanaya:34445</id>
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    <issued>2003-03-24T15:49:00</issued>
    <title>ERRLACK AND TRES MERDE!</title>
    <published>2003-03-24T23:50:40Z</published>
    <updated>2003-03-24T23:50:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;wbr /&gt;YYYY????????!?!?!??!?!!111!???!??!?!1&lt;br /&gt;Why hast thou forsaken me, God?&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS WITH THE TORMENT!  ALWAYS!!!!!!!!!!  FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;Why am I pissed you ask?  Well, remember how joyous and happy I was when our Disneyland trip was back up?  Well that tosser of a prat Harris cancelled our trips again!  And I gave him whatfor in the middle of class too!  I was so angry &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;  &lt;br /&gt;Although, on the sad side, I messed up my semi-friendship with Harris-sama.  He's a cool guy, he's just not a very good teacher.  So 'm dropping that class in protest.  I better fucking get every penny back of my money.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:sakanaya:34080</id>
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    <issued>2003-03-23T21:47:00</issued>
    <title>Huzzah!</title>
    <published>2003-03-24T05:48:23Z</published>
    <updated>2003-03-24T05:48:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The Disneyland trip is back on!  SQUEE~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do a little dance, eat some fritos..... &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to say but Yatta~!</content>
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