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  <title>Brain Juice</title>
  <subtitle>The ramblings of a run-away typewriter</subtitle>
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    <name>The Mimic</name>
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  <updated>2005-03-03T06:29:08Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ditto:49733</id>
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    <title>FAFSA, what FAFSA?</title>
    <published>2005-03-03T06:29:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-03T06:29:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Onion too feat - call me</lj:music>
    <content type="html">As of 10:25, Wensday, March 2nd, the final deadline for application, I have completed my FAFSA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop slacking, you moron!&lt;br /&gt;That being said, it's time to study for Philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;~Kigs</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ditto:49574</id>
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    <title>Activity</title>
    <published>2005-02-22T22:54:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-22T22:54:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Unknown - Knight Rider theme (Happycore remix)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It seems that I've been unfreinded by a couple folks. Serves me right for not updating on this account for a good while, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, that doesn't matter. The reason behind my absence has payed off: I scored a 91% on the Managerial Accounting Midterm. BOO-YAH. That may not sound to terribly impressive, but considering the fact that it was the 2nd highest grade in the class, I'm pretty damn happy with it. Anyone else who ever tells me not to doodle in class can kiss my ass.&lt;br /&gt;~Kigs</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ditto:49395</id>
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    <title>News at 11</title>
    <published>2005-01-28T03:29:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-28T03:29:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Darude - Sandstorm</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I LOVE snow peas. :-D&lt;br /&gt;I am currenting devouring a plate full of bright green snow peas, pasta and fish. The dining all is normally a peice of crap, but looking at these little green dots makes my eyes happy. It reminds me of the Chuck E Cheese ball pits from when I was a kid... except they are all my favorite color. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;~Kigs</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ditto:49054</id>
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    <title>The sun!</title>
    <published>2005-01-27T01:43:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-27T01:43:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Queen - Radio Ga-Ga</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The SUN came out today! I was sitting in my room doodling when, without warning, someone turned on the lights. I blinked in confusion for a good 5 seconds before realizing that there was sunlight splashing into the room and lighting up the world. I ran to the window like a little kid in time to see it peaked over a building and hitting a gnarled, moss-colored tree outside my window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this keeps up, we may have stars tonight!&lt;br /&gt;~Kigs</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ditto:48772</id>
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    <title>Bickering with the sun</title>
    <published>2005-01-25T22:47:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-25T22:47:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Silence (my roommate is sleeping)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today I discovered that the sun did, indeed, read my livejournal. Further more, it is now taunting me with the knowledge it gained from doing such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in "Managerial Accounting" doodling in my notebook when the room suddenly become very bright. I wasn't the only one who, in my hazey zoned-out stupor, noticed the shift in brightness and a bunch of people turned towards the window only to be confronted with Mr.Sun. Not in his full, uncovered glory, but Mr.Sun was wearing a robe of mist at most. At this point, I believe Mr.Sun realized his nude self and ran away before anyone would say anything lest a sigh of dissapointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After flashing us one time, the sun felt the need to peak out from time to time just to remind us that we were locked indoors listening to ways to calculate an estimated overhead cost. Fast forward to class ending. Everyone bolts in search of sunlight, lunch, and an escape from the slideshow diagrams of overhead costs, only to find that Mr. Sun has once more been devoured by a familar grey haze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damnit! Hopefully it will come out again before it gets dark...hopefully. In any case, this haze can't last much longer...can it?&lt;br /&gt;~Kigs</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ditto:48410</id>
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    <title>Where did the sky go?</title>
    <published>2005-01-25T03:32:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-25T03:32:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The notwist - Consequence</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Stockton has had this grey haze surrounding the city for the last three weeks or so, and it wasn't until today that I realized that I don't remember the last time I saw the sun. The air quality here is atrocious, and winter normally brings this chilly fog which envelops everything that slices through whatever warm clothing you may be wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This is alarming to me for several reasons, but the most immidiate is simply the cold. It's been cold enough to snow, but the humidity hasn't been right for rain. As a result, I've spent the last couple of weeks huddled up inside my dormitoy under a mound of fuzzy blankets. I fear my roommate may return to the room one evening to find that the blankets have eaten his roomate and all that remains of him are a pair of boots and some cthulu paraphenelia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond that, I just miss the sun. The smell, the warmth, the light; it's all been giving me this terrible case of wonderlust, and I find myself escaping Stockton to go dance, larp, or kill time elsewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a couple days of rest and a blue sky, and I'll be fine. It's the strangest thing being unable to see the sun during the say. There's light everywhere, mind you, but you can't tell where it's coming from. It's just this dull grey glow which doesn't cast shadow. It's unnerving. Earlier this evening, the sky peaked out in a small strip of blue amongst the dull grey. I even saw a couple birds. So, hopefully, I'll get some sun tommorow. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;~Kigs</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ditto:48320</id>
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    <title>"To do" list</title>
    <published>2005-01-13T20:01:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-13T22:44:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Hybrid - Fatal Bleating</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today, I need to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pick up a mini-sketch book for "Further Confusion"&lt;br /&gt;-Print out my pre-reg receit&lt;br /&gt;-Pick up conbadge&lt;br /&gt;-Find my mechanical pencils&lt;br /&gt;-Print out directions to the Double Tree Hotel&lt;br /&gt;-Go to class&lt;br /&gt;-Laundry&lt;br /&gt;-Drive out to San Jose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA at FC: 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be an interesting evening.&lt;br /&gt;~Kigs</content>
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    <title>Demanding!</title>
    <published>2005-01-04T00:30:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-04T00:31:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Preziosso feat. Marvin - Voices</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I want gadgets and diggles and squiggles and quids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I have FINALLY uploaded a couple New Years eve pics. We had a bit of a get together at my household, which doubled up as a going away party for my freinds Nital and Brian before they flew back to the military. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The details and pictures can be seen behind this &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Here we have are cornicopia of alchaholic beverages. &lt;img src="http://www1.pacific.edu/~j-sidhu/boozebefore.jpg" alt="Before" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nital looking happy at the prospect of drinking far too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www1.pacific.edu/~j-sidhu/dclose.jpg" alt="Before" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night consisted of a mini-rave, at which point I discovered that I can somehow poi spin while plastered. Unfortunately, none of the pictures came out very well, so just imagine a bunch of spinning glow sticks in the dark with Anabolic Frolic playing in the background. We drank...alot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I wasn't in the best mindset. I awoke around 8am, was fed some tequilla, and puked. Lovely. After wrestling with my stomach for a while, I sucked down some Vitamin B and a couple bottles of water before passing out sprawled across my bed. Cold chills, hot flashes, the whole dealie. It was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I awoke two hours later and was feeling fine. Not just fine, I was feeling amazing. In a great mood, even. The sun peaked out from the clouds for a bit and after I slurped down some soup, I was feeling right as rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of the next couple hours, I managed to paste my memory of the party back together in my mind. To the best of my recollection, I drank Four shots of vodka, one of which had a broken glow stick inside of it, two mugs (steins) of port, Two Smirnoff Ice's, An Irish Car Bomb, A Kahua mixer, the remainder of the gin and juice, A rum and orange juice mixer, and a mug and a half of champagne. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to remain a calm, collected, cognitive person up until the champagne. Apparently, champagne is my weakness. Once it hit my stomach, I was gone. Absolutely. Utterly. Blasted. I remember talking on the phone with a couple folks, but I don't remember much of what was said. I remember giving people advice and having some nice conversations, but don't remember what the hell I was talking about. At one point during the night, I went outside and talked in the blistering cold in a pair of pants and t-shirt. I know this because I'm currently suffering from a nasty caste of the sniffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, this is all which remained of our cornicopia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www1.pacific.edu/~j-sidhu/boozeafter.jpg" alt="The morning after" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering that there were only about 7 people there, that is kind of scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a good party. Everyone enjoyed themselves, and it was a good note to leave my freinds on.&lt;br /&gt;~Kigs</content>
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    <title>Revenge of the New Years plans</title>
    <published>2005-01-01T02:50:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-01T02:50:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tatu - Prostie Dvizhenija</lj:music>
    <content type="html">From the ashes of my old plans, new plans have arisen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the offer, Nick, but it seems that I've sorted things out. Give Jason my regards, he kicks ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be having a get together at my house. Booze shall be present, though it would be greatly appreciated if you could contribute; I am, after all, a poor, starving college student. If you wish to join us and are in the area of Contra Costa County, please call my cell phone or msg me on aim. Enjoy the New Year! &lt;br /&gt;~Kigs</content>
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    <title>All dressed up with no place to go</title>
    <published>2004-12-31T23:40:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-31T23:40:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>DJ Scribble - Zombie Nation (Ooohohoh)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My plans for New Years Eve have dropped through. &lt;br /&gt;So, anyone have plans for New Years that they wouldn't mind having me drop in on?&lt;br /&gt;~Kigs</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ditto:47166</id>
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    <title>Monochrome day</title>
    <published>2004-12-29T03:30:27Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-29T03:30:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Rufus Wainwright - Greek song</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Wake up. Relax. Read. Doodle. Socialize. Eat Cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot how hard it was to find useful things to do during break&lt;br /&gt;~Kigs</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ditto:46866</id>
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    <title>Cheers</title>
    <published>2004-12-26T05:28:59Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-26T05:28:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bare Naked Ladies Xmas CD</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My bad knee is starting to ache... time for more wine.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;~Kigs</content>
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    <title>Red Santa Hats</title>
    <published>2004-12-25T00:40:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-25T00:40:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Anything by Enya</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Where is my red santa hat? I was wearing it a moment ago, and now it's gone. Time to scour my house!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, if anyone is in the area of Contra Costa County and is feeling a bit down, go ahead and give me a call. I'd be more than happy to supply you with a meal and some christmas cheer. No one deserves to be alone on christmas. :)&lt;br /&gt;~Kigs</content>
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    <title>It's late. I'm sad.</title>
    <published>2004-12-23T13:20:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-23T13:20:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's 5:19. wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did all of my time go?&lt;br /&gt;~Kigs</content>
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    <title>At least you can see the stars...</title>
    <published>2004-12-23T00:57:24Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-23T00:57:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>CCR - Midnight Special</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Welcome to California: &lt;br /&gt;    Have a sunny Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;~Kigs</content>
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    <title>Interesting</title>
    <published>2004-12-17T03:54:41Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-17T03:54:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It feels nice to be mentioned in someone else's journal.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;~Kigs</content>
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    <title>These things come in pairs</title>
    <published>2004-12-16T01:10:48Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-16T01:10:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>u2 - one</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Along with the "nerd" mindset prevalent in the last post, who &lt;a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/cubegoodies/toys/71a4/"&gt;loves&lt;/a&gt; me? *Hope hope hope*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can sit on my desk by my Edgar Allen Poe, Sigmund Freud, and Cpt.Kirk.&lt;br /&gt;~Kigs</content>
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    <title>Nerd moment</title>
    <published>2004-12-15T23:13:33Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-15T23:13:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The gears in my head</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I was reading LJ a moment ago when I stumbled upon the following msg in someone's journal:&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you in the 10K commotion?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this instance, "10K" was meant as a reference to the 10 kilometer run/jog/swim/fly/nap. But, since I am smack dab in the middle of finals week, my mind is in a strange place. Consequently, the first thing which came to mind was the business 10-K tax form, which outlines the financial state of a company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I am such a nerd today.&lt;br /&gt;~Kigs</content>
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    <title>Quiet hours? HAHAHHAA</title>
    <published>2004-12-13T05:41:51Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-13T05:41:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Whatever we feel like</lj:music>
    <content type="html">UOP has determined that, in respect of the upcoming finals week, 23 hours of the day have been alloted "Quiet hours". A quiet hour is an hour of the day in which the sound level is to be restricted in order to allow for further concentration. Understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the remaining hour of the day, it has been deemed a "loud hour"; an hour with no noise limits,so  as to allow students to run up and down the halls, be insane, and shake off the stress of the day. In honor of "loud hour", my Roommate and I have attached a computer/microphone to two Public Announcement Speakers. Let it be known that for the week of Dec 13-17th, in the time between 9pm and 10pm, Grace Covel will be home to the an all requests radio show. WOO HOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Msg me on AIM or drop me an email if you want your song played.&lt;br /&gt;~Kigs</content>
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    <title>Forgetful minded</title>
    <published>2004-12-10T21:41:51Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-10T21:43:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Hybrid - Finished Symphony</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Nevar's post on my &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/ditto/43754.html#cutid1"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; entry reminded me that I never told you what was on my plate. So, here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from left to right on the top view picture:&lt;br /&gt;A slice of french bread with a glob of butter and green stuff.&lt;br /&gt;A slab of roast beef.&lt;br /&gt;Pasta (eww)&lt;br /&gt;Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;Spicy Zucchini and what appears to be other vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;Taquitos with cheese, guacamole, and (not very) hot sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed reading your answers, so let's &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Once more, let's play, "Guess what I ate for lunch".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www1.pacific.edu/~j-sidhu/food3.jpg" alt="Angled top view" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www1.pacific.edu/~j-sidhu/food4.jpg" alt="Bird&amp;#39;s eye view" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www1.pacific.edu/~j-sidhu/food5.jpg" alt="I didn&amp;#39;t touch that one" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and, something special, just for kicks. This was the special ingredient to dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www1.pacific.edu/~j-sidhu/food6.jpg" alt="Yum yum" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit blurry and the lighting is washing out the details, but that's what I get for using a camera phone. She said I could bring in my own "special ingredient" next time I come in to dinner. &lt;br /&gt;Rock on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also like to thank the shoulders I had to cry on last night. I had a good night's sleep.&lt;br /&gt;~Kigs</content>
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    <title>A bit of a rut</title>
    <published>2004-12-10T03:59:58Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-10T03:59:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Radiohead - Street Spirit (Fade out)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Tommorow is the last unoccupied day before finals week. This weekend, I will be working at the Dicken's Faire, though I will attempt to get off early on sunday so that I can return home and study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my schedule as of tommorow:&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Study!! If I have time, I'll drop by game for a few.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Drive out to San Francisco. Work at the Dicken's Faire, and study... if I am awake.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Dicken's Faire&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Macroeconomics Final&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Free!&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Theatre Heritage term paper&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Management Information Systems Final&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Financial Accounting Final&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Colapse into a pile of dead Jorge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Tuesday looks very, very far away.&lt;br /&gt;~J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts tonight go to Cara. Hold in there, hon.</content>
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    <title>Finished</title>
    <published>2004-12-07T09:33:05Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-07T09:33:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nick sound doodling</lj:music>
    <content type="html">That's it! An entire 28 (approx.) hours after I began my to do list, I have finished it ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the reacord, I would like to say that I now officially wonder how some of the people in my group got into college in the first place. The following is a quote written about eVoting, and it's possible impact on the privacy and sanctity of voting:&lt;br /&gt;"There are so many ways that hackers can hack intothe main site and tamper with the results, having everything in a jumble ... &lt;br /&gt;...Having people hack into others internet, receiving all of the information that they need to get in order to steal some one else's identity..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently by, "editing" the essay, they meant, "rewrite" the essay. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;~Kigs</content>
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    <title>All nighter update</title>
    <published>2004-12-06T15:28:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-06T18:49:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>silence</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The time is 7:26PM. I AM DONE WITH FINANCIAL ACCOUNTING!!! Gwahahha *passes out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up, it's time to go to Financial Accounting class at 9:30AM, and I have class through 2pm. Then, I have to edit whatever Howie tosses at me for the final project, finish up my project for MIS I 7pm, and then go to a meeting. Earl Grey, how I love thee!&lt;br /&gt;~Kigs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;br /&gt;Ok, you bastards! By 7:26PM, I obviously meant 7:26AM. Sheesh, arn't you folks supposed to be mind readers?!?!</content>
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    <title>Things to do</title>
    <published>2004-12-06T09:36:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-06T09:36:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sugar Ray - Fly</lj:music>
    <content type="html">*Finish Vertical/Horizontal Analysis&lt;br /&gt;*Write conclusion for my Vertical and Horizontal Alalysis&lt;br /&gt;*Write conclusion for Ratio Analysis&lt;br /&gt;*Physically put Financial Accounting final project together&lt;br /&gt;*Write MIS essay (1-1/2 pages) on the future of eVoting&lt;br /&gt;*Format entire Management Information Systems final project&lt;br /&gt;*Brew something with caffine&lt;br /&gt;*Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is 1:34 AM, and I have thus far managed to kill off the first two items on the list. Hurray for all nighters!&lt;br /&gt;~Kigs</content>
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    <title>Lets play a game</title>
    <published>2004-12-01T07:01:23Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-01T07:01:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Blue Man Group - Endless Column</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and girls of all ages, I'd like you to play a game with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called; "Guess what I had for lunch". Behind the cut, there is a series of two pictures dipicting what was served for lunch at the dining hall. If you can correctly identify what the hell is on my plate, I'll give you a cookie. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://basalt.deviouskitty.com/random/food2.jpg" alt="Exhibit A" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://basalt.deviouskitty.com/random/food.jpg" alt="Exhibit B" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icky icky icky! &lt;br /&gt;~Kigs</content>
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