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  <title>Pessimism Served Daily</title>
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    <name>Cat</name>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ciaocat:21663</id>
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    <title>The bad news Burge.</title>
    <published>2009-10-20T19:04:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-20T19:04:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, being that I missed my chance at getting to the trough before the rest of the horde thanks to my Pandora tendencies, I may as well kill some time by journaling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My mother loves to send me stuff. Of epic proportions. I am now the proud owner of a pair of Austrian breeches of badassery. Now is simply the matter of reducing the circumference of my butt to match that of the pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I need more music to listen to. I feel like I leech off the musical preferences of my friends too much and need to go out into the wide, wide internets and find something good. Or at least a version I like better of Grand Duo Concertant, which is one of my "If This does not make me feel less shit, nothing will." pieces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I need to clean. Very badly. I like a small pile of mess when my brain is relatively uncluttered. It's cozy. But when my mind feels like a grand, festering garbage dump, the external mess just exacerbates the condition. Which is why I'm attempting to clean while listening to Shostakovich 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. At least I'm reaching the point of almost being nearly caught up with my homework. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I need to read more, if only to get faster at reading my textbooks. Really want to reread the Dealing with Dragons books and Howl's Moving Castle. And the Chaucer I picked up because it was pretty and because I had this masochistic urge to read Middle English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Saint Saëns and I are going to be spending some close, personal time together tonight. Well, along with Baermann, Rose, and whoever the hell wrote our band pieces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I really want an excuse to eat out at somewhere fancier. Except that I have absolutely no excuse for doing so. Which really just means that I'll have to invent one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm going to need coerce my friends into letting me hold a brief concert for them in preparation for my damn jury. My piece is 15 minutes long. My other jury pieces have been like, 5. Whine, whine, whine. I need to run it more. And I need to run to class.</content>
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    <title>Cantankerous Fish.</title>
    <published>2009-08-31T04:45:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-31T04:45:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Is apparently the name of a restaurant in California that looks intriguing, but is probably horrifically expensive, as the menu does not list prices. When I go to Cali, I shall have to look into it as a treat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that I've a horrible tendency to become cantankerous when I see people gaining knowledge I would like to have when for whatever reason the course in question isn't readily accessible to myself. As such, had I my own way, I would have about 15 different majors. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, you know, I could develop the intestinal fortitude to actually teach myself things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Ha. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I probably need to sleep somewhat soon.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ciaocat:19293</id>
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    <title>This masochism is unbecoming.</title>
    <published>2009-07-08T05:26:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-08T05:26:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just wasted 20 minutes of my life trying to find decent original character Pokemon fanfic in the Pit of Voles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know. Waving the nerd flag again. (I maintain that the &lt;i&gt;games&lt;/i&gt; actually do have reasonable potential for fic. As does anything, really. It just takes a decent author.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, "Well, I found a few bits of good GS fic there, so what the hell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urf. Seriously, kids. What ever happened to, you know, grammar and punctuation? Or even writing a decent summary? Hell, how about even learning how to &lt;i&gt;spell&lt;/i&gt; the word "summary"? Why am I even complaining about the Pit since it's pretty much futile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. Anyway. I feel like writing more crap. Unfortunately not Jailbird, but I figure I'll get around to it eventually.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ciaocat:19053</id>
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    <title>Cosplay Dorkdom</title>
    <published>2009-07-04T02:12:43Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-04T02:14:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dork+Sewing+Camera= Cosplay Photoshoot.&lt;br /&gt;Cut for teh large pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bootshop1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/bootshop1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm... now where did I leave that ship of mine?&lt;br /&gt;(Lawl, boots were 'shopped.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lemurtree.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/lemurtree.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemurians. They grow on trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/fo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hur hur I am POSING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=pinecone.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/pinecone.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGODAPINECONE D =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lemursleep.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/lemursleep.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headdress= practical for naptime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tree.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/tree.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe they have trees like this in Lemuria. *yankyankyank*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=attica.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/attica.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That book is a collection of Oscar Wilde stuffs. For some reason, the idea of Piers reading The Picture of Dorian Gray amuses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=attic.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/attic.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lololol I am MYSTERIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=captain.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/captain.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; got a little Captain in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thatsall.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/thatsall.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all, folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design Notes:&lt;br /&gt;So being that this outfit was entirely for shits and giggles, I took a few liberties in favor of *cough* making it slightly more flattering (and simplifying a few bits of the design work as to not crap up what looked decent already. Hehhh). Example, In game art, Piers wears like biker shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not like biker shorts. Not on Piers, not on &lt;i&gt;anyone&lt;/i&gt; and definitely not on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to the boots, eh heh. So, I actually did attempt to make some boot covers. Which failed miserably to say the least. If I ever wear this to a con or what, I'll probably make them. BUT, I don't think the white boots look all that bad, nope nope.&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>HAET.</title>
    <published>2009-07-01T05:16:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-01T05:16:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ads. Like this one on dA that took over the whole flipping page and wouldn't go away even when I pressed "Close." &lt;i&gt;FAIL.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, worked on sewing today. Hence I feel like updating on here since I might be using this journal to post a shoot of my dork photos when I'm done. I need probably one more day to finish it, which is making me crazy since I'm like "OMGWANTDONENAO."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do something about the boots for the outfit. I really don't like them, so I'm tempted to either say screw it or find something similar at a resale, since I've no idea how to make boot covers .____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outfit's actually been coming out better than I thought it would, especially given that my method of sewing is fudgy and approximate. But then again, most everything I do is fudgy and approximate because it seems to work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find my tripod. I've no idea where I put it. I'd hardly call it small, so there shouldn't be THAT many places it could be, but eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH, I need to practice clarinet. I probably ought to get on that now.</content>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Department of Burning Questions</title>
    <published>2009-06-25T06:23:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-25T06:23:33Z</updated>
    <category term="writer&amp;apos;s block"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;div class='appwidget appwidget-qotd' id='LJWidget_22'&gt;
&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;In your opinion, what is the cutest animal baby? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=950'" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=950"&gt;View 500 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I guess I'm obliged to say kittens. Love them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored = C</content>
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    <title>Narf.</title>
    <published>2009-05-01T16:13:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-01T16:13:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I suck infernally at making accurate predictions about the weather. Today I thought it would be humid and gross like it was yesterday morning, so I wore my corset-top and my kimono jacket. And then it turned out to be cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go, Cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, despite all the random crap that's happened this year and other stuff I like to whine about, I've had a feeling lately that life is generally good. Even if I do have a To-Do list a mile long to finish before ACen. I mean, I've gotten some of the shit I've always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such as Photoshop CS4. Woo for student editions of stuff. Other items of interest: my art doesn't completely suck, I've been working on Jailbird, I'm at college, I'm getting better at playing clarinet, I've met interesting people, and I've found music that I actually like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, I would be thoroughly ecstatic if I could actually get to ACen earlier on Friday, but it doesn't look like that's going to happen. Given, yanno, the semi-random band concert they're having that I don't actually play in but have to go to anyway. It isn't even the fact of it that irks me, it's that we didn't know about it beforehand. Having to actually change my plans to something less convenient as opposed to having known about it all along is what makes Cat want to go Hulk-smash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in general: Cat is feeling less whiny than usual. Okay, my lack of the whines is probably brought on partially because I had 1 class today instead of 4, and am possibly going to hang out with some people in a bar tonight. I'm tempted to bring the sketchpad along to observe the locale, since my plans to do so earlier this year failed epically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, random thought, but I think the fact that I'm actually getting stuff accomplished with Jailbird is improving my mood too.</content>
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    <title>Music Nerdgasm.</title>
    <published>2009-04-30T17:39:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-30T17:39:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I would like to thank &lt;a href="http://www.gnod.net/"&gt;http://www.gnod.net/&lt;/a&gt; for fueling my addiction with music I actually like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that a lot of my favorite comes from soundtracks to rather dark movies or games. Which possibly says something about me, but eh. What I like about gnod is that it actually points me in the ways of other soundtrack composers, which Pandora didn't. That, or I with Pandora had something where instead of looking for music with similar parameters to the songs you suggest, you could pick the parameters yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, I got a rabid urge to listen to music with full orchestra and chorus, minor or modal tonality, and prolonged dissonances. &lt;br /&gt;I swear, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZhP6F-vxeZI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZhP6F-vxeZI&lt;/a&gt; has the same chord progression as one piece from the Lord of the Rings soundtrack. Because it's a really similar style of music, and one I enjoy a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-gOP5ha3I3g"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-gOP5ha3I3g&lt;/a&gt; Jeez, seriously. I think I love gnod. Now I have all these dark, orchestral pieces to listen to. I love the repetition of E-F-D in the bass. I think this is in Phyrgian mode, since the tonality seems centered on E. I dunno. Although, it is a bit ironic that Jesper Kyd popped up, as I remembered him from looking up this game, Kane and Lynch. I've never seen so many bad reviews before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Requiem for a Dream is just in g minor. Although I might be batshit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so now, after a year of music theory, I can be annoying and tell people what key their music is in. Wahey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been thinking randomly about one of the pieces we played for the Symphony Orchestra concert, Corigliano's Fantasia on an Ostinato. When we played it the first time, I immediately thought, "Oh, I get it. Overtone series." Because I'm nerdy like that and enjoy listening to the overtones on pianos. So, when you play any note, you can hear the 5th, the octave, the octave above that, a minor third, etc? Actually, with the lower notes, I can hear the major and minor thirds making kind of "waves." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to explain, but that's what Corigliano did in the piece. He would have long tones with eighth notes going between the 5th and 3th or something. It was weird, because the last note of the piece is just one held chord. Except, that I could still hear the oscillating eighths because of the overtones. It was pretty cool.</content>
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    <title>Sleep? What is this 'sleep' you speak of?</title>
    <published>2009-03-29T08:09:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-29T08:09:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't want to go to bed, because when I wake up, I'll only have a day before my jury. Bleh. Meh, I guess I'll just have to finish drilling my scales tomorrow and give it the ol' college try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I finally found my friggin' phone charger. BAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sewing. And Neuro. And especially sewing Neuro cosplay. Despite the fact that I get crazy impatient while sewing the more mundane parts. I don't even want to admit how long it took me to get as much done as I have now. If feels like I'm reeeeally slooooow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I feel like I gained +10,000 experience points. Seriously, I could sew anything now. What's concerning me the most at the moment is whether or not the collar will work out, given that I had to modify the pattern a bit. I think I'll save that for tomorrow though, when I'm a little more awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, when you have to modify a collar, there are a whooole bunch of pieces that also need to change. BUT, I CAN DO IT. I will have epic win Neuro cosplay! Yes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, I think the OrgXIII coat ought to be a cinch. After all, I've sewn a hood before with little trouble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it's worked out that I've had a decent chunk of alone-time in the dorm lately. While I like hanging out, I've been much more inclined to sit on my ass and work on stuff. So I'm not exactly going to complain. After I get my cosplay finished, I'll probably be "NEED SOCIAL CONTACT D=" again. But honestly, I've enjoyed being able to indulge my habit of staying up obscenely late sewing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez, I remember over Christmas break, when I was working on the Tardis, I think I went to bed at 4:30 one morning &amp;gt; &amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really want to stay up quite that late tonight though. Time to go to bed so I can wake up and sew somemore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or maybe I'll go hunt for Neuro fanart for a while longer &amp;lt; </content>
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    <published>2009-03-20T05:40:50Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I'm hungry.</content>
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    <title>Inane Ramblings of the Pathologically Curious.</title>
    <published>2009-01-25T07:38:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-25T07:38:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't really use this blog much. I'm thinking that maybe I should, seeing as I already have it. Hrm. Perhaps I'll actually *use* it as a sketchblog, for some of the shit that doesn't wind up on deviantArt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth: I constantly need to be thinking about something. It's like my mind can't sit still. This probably explains why I'm so good at plotting things, whether for Jailbird or otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to meet more people here. God knows I'm at a college with 30,000 students. I'm somewhat excited for the organizational fair, as with my new schedule, I *might* actually get to be involved with some other stuff. (As though music isn't enough &amp;gt;&amp;gt;) BAH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know why I'm awake right now. I'm starting to get horrifying dark circles under my eyes. Attractive, really. Therefore, I think I shall crawl into bed about now...</content>
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    <title>ciaocat @ 2008-06-30T22:55:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-01T07:38:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-01T07:38:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh god, the cute ;.; &lt;a href="http://dollfairyland.com/shop/step1.php?number=192"&gt;Probably the first tiny I've actually liked&lt;/a&gt;. Frankly, when it comes to resin, I like to get the most for my buck, but he is CUTE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dollfairyland.com/shop/step1.php?number=148"&gt;Basically, I just like him because this sculpt+hair+outfit reminds me of D.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So YEAH, it's 2:30 in the morning and I've been doing next to nothing. Well, nothing productive anyway. I've spent a lot of yesterday and today working on an outfit for Dollie. I still have a bit more to fix; make it look more tidy and what.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been thinking, since I have a doll that (sort of) represents Gene, maybe there's one out there that would make a good Dovers. So far? Absolutely nothing! I mean, I haven't actually looked for a long time but really, you'd think I'd at least find something SOMEWHAT what I would want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, an SA Bernard would somewhat fit. But I'm not sure about availability, and it's not like I'd be buying anytime soon. I actually like that sculpt a lot, but I'm not sure if I'd actually shell out for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, when that mystical money tree starts growing, I'd like to get a full choice system from the Tenshi no Sumika in LA. Except that I'm not really in love with any of the SD head molds and all the MSD ones I like are damned Sato only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the point is that if I'm spending over a hundred bucks on anything I'm going to be a helluva picky customer :|</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ciaocat:10874</id>
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    <title>MOAR Doll Stuff</title>
    <published>2008-06-24T05:01:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-24T05:01:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So today I finished up Mattie's and Dollie's faceups. Mattie's actually looks pretty nice. I'm happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Dolly... ugh. The stories I could tell. So, the AS Gus headmold has TEETH. Granted they're tiny and far up in her mouth (that made no sense, I know &amp;gt;&amp;lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, feeling adventurous, I figured I'd try painting them. Hur hur. So, the paint looked bad, and then I got some on her lips, so I tried to wipe it off with a little water on the toothpick I was using to "paint". And that took some of the gloss off and it got all chunky and gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up just peeling the grossest stuff out and reglossing. Doesn't really look terrible now, but it annoys me : &amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAR, but when I was done with Mattie, I almost lost one of his eyes. One of his super nice 40 dollar silicon eyes. (Technically, they came with him, so it's not like I paid extra, but oh well.) So, I had them on my bed and specifically thought, "Hey, I better not lose these." And then I got to put them in and the putty is there, but one was missing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I figured "Okay, it's probably somewhere on the comforter." Nope. "Under the bed?" Naw. "In this pile of stuff?" No. It even occurred to me to question if the cat walked off with it or ate it or something &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I found it on the OTHER SIDE of my room, near my vent (it's too big to fit through the vent anyway...) I have no idea how it got there :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I ordered a &lt;a href="http://www.camelliadynasty.com/om.html"&gt;Camellia Dynasty Om&lt;/a&gt;. He's so cute : &amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously, it's been a loooong time since I've seen a doll and actually really liked the sculpt. He was 153 bucks and I heard that the body sculpt is actually quite nice and solid. Plus, he has floating joints, which I like. Only the shipping fee killed &amp;gt;&amp;lt; 52 buckaroos for EMS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So obviously, I'm getting back into doll stuff. I've kinda resolved to make most of my own doll clothes from now on since I'm actually learning to sew. Which will save money *rubs palms together*</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ciaocat:10644</id>
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    <title>A Photoshoot in the Park... (Doll stuffs)</title>
    <published>2008-06-20T18:37:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-20T18:37:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">On Tuesday I had a little photoshoot with Not-Mattie, the head who is currently borrowing Mattie's body. LJ cut for somewhat large pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/ps1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/ps3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/ps2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/ps4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/ps5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/ps6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/ps7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is kind of stupid. LOOKIT MAH SHIRT JUST FLIEEES OPEN D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/ps8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/ps9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/ps10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/ps11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOES, Mah hair is STUCK  D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/ps12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks. &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ciaocat:10349</id>
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    <title>Lolz.</title>
    <published>2008-06-01T06:33:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-01T06:33:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">*points at icon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am a dork. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(That, and the optimization options on the animation program that came with PaintshopPro bite. Or at least they bite when it comes to actually getting stuff down to 40 kb *shrug*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay, so I graduate tomorrow. Whoopee. Time to climb out of that hellhole at last.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ciaocat:10109</id>
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    <title>BLOLOLOL.</title>
    <published>2008-04-29T04:35:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-29T04:35:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Only 17 more days of hell left and I am freeee! Well, besides finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLASPHEMY: I have to take a calc final this Sunday at 8 in the morning. It should be illegal to do calc that early : &amp;lt; &lt;br /&gt;And I have no will to do anything related to school right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I don't really want to go on Senior Outing. But I have my junior classes, so I need to find out if I can legitimately not go without having to go in for the other classes &amp;gt;&amp;lt;;; Barf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulz, so Jailbird Down is failing miserably right now. I haven't drawn a page in months. Well, I am still working out the story, so there.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ciaocat:9802</id>
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    <title>Yay, Auditions. How Fun. Really.</title>
    <published>2008-02-18T07:29:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-18T07:29:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was trying to pencil sketch some stuff, except that I'm having one of those days during which everything I draw looks like shit. So I thought it might help if I laid on my bed with the lights off for a while. And then it was mystically 11:15 : o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what did I accomplish today? Nothing. But now I'm wide awake, so I may as well do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's new with me? Well, I've traveled about 1100 miles by car in the space of 8 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday I had my first clarinet audition, this one at U of I. Scales = suckage. And honestly, I was a bit surprised that Prof. Harris didn't like my Backun barrel on my A clarinet, but I might have just been having a Crappy Tone Day. Overall though, it wasn't that bad. &lt;strike&gt;Not like All-state. *chills*&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Iowa. I have a picture to sum that one up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/snowvers.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked that audition because it involved my getting to miss school. We went... left I guess (It isn't really "down" like I would say for U of Illinois. So "left" or as normal people would say, west xD) But anyway, we went there Sunday night. As my mom found online, Dr. Mead was playing in a Latin recital which was pretty awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to this restaurant, Old Chicago to get food. I was just amused by the fact of there being a restaurant referencing Chicago in Iowa. The food was good though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't suppose I've mentioned yet though that it was about -50 degrees there. The music department parking lot? Yeah, about a half foot solid ice. Hence the picture. That was what was going through my head as we trudged the half mile from the metered parking to Voxman Music Building. It wasn't really snowing like that though xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My audition went well; Dr. Mead is pretty much amazing. Plus, she gave me her CD of Brazilian choros. It is awesome. I love Iowa. Whee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then yesterday I was at Lawrence in Wisconsin. Yeah, to be honest, the chances of my going there are pretty slim because 1. I love Iowa. 2. It's like the same size as my high school. 3. It's frigging 40 grand a year and they don't compound scholarships. Now that just sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the director of conservatory admissions... that man just rubbed me the wrong way. &lt;br /&gt;I was crabbier at Lawrence because I had a stomach ache from eating waffle for breakfast. Or maybe it was because I had that strawberry cream cheese that was the only one of its kind in the container. Hmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if Lawrence's scholarship policy didn't suck and it were somewhat bigger, I would have a tough time deciding, as I definitely like the clarinet professor there. He is also awesome. My audition was much more like a mini-lesson and he was fun to work with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is getting a bit insanely long. Suppose I'm making up for not writing anything for months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on y-gallery, there's this club called "Male-Me" or such. So I sees this and thinks to meself, "Lollerskates. That would be fun to draw."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/lulzboycat.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, me with 'stache and actual sideburns. &lt;strike&gt;Fortunately, I could accomplish this look in drag if I so wished.&lt;/strike&gt; I think lulzboi!Cat is looking at his 'stache. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad my school's senior superlatives didn't have a category for "Most Gender Deviant". I'm still a bit surprised that they didn't send the abbot to exorcise demons from me after I basically put "travel the US in drag" on my 100 Goals xDD&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Bluh...</title>
    <published>2008-02-17T02:58:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-17T02:58:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Right now my legs are killing me. I guess that's what happens when you have no physical activity for about a year and then attempt yoga stretches in gym. Kinda pathetic really.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>So Today</title>
    <published>2007-10-26T05:05:00Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-26T05:05:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I actually finished an Advanced Comp paper before midnight! I still need to go study for physics though. My grade in that class has gone to pot. Honest to goodness, this is the first year I've ever actually failed anything since 5th grade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a ton on my plate right now. I'm not extraordinarily pressed for time in terms of college stuff, but I really need to get apps out at the very least to Lawrence, Northwestern, and U of Iowa. I'd really like to visit U of Iowa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the IMEA music today. One of the pieces, a Sousa march, has more black on the page than white. I was going to practice them today, but I got distracted. I'm slightly disappointed that I didn't make orchestra, but being that I barely got to practice my audition music, the 1st row ain't bad. Question though: So. Do only the orch kids go to state, or do they take them for a state orchestra and take the top band kids for state- band? I don't know, but it would be pretty darn cool to go to state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to sit on my butt and play Final Fantasy 7 today. I am in love with that game right now. In games like this and Golden Sun, one of my favorite things to do is find some random 10 HP monster and kill it with huge-ass summons. Oh and ha ha, Advent Children actually makes more sense now that I've actually gotten past most of Disc 2 (and the game's only been out for 10 years.) I love Cait Sith. (But man, that moogle is creepy. The thing has man-boobs D: )</content>
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    <title>Yay birthday.</title>
    <published>2007-09-12T03:28:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-12T03:28:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, Sunday was. Today I just finished up the cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see... I got a toilet seat and 24 cents worth of capers from my mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a Borders gift card from my aunt and uncle, so I bought some manga. I picked up the first 2 volumes of Kashimashi, which is really an adorable manga. Stupid, but funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have an unpleasant amount of homework. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, with birthday monies, I bought an Angell Studio Gus (doll). Well, a Gus girl. I find this amusing because my other aunt's dog's name is Gus.</content>
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    <title>ciaocat @ 2007-07-08T19:14:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-09T00:19:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-09T00:19:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm pooped. I'm probably going to pass out while I'm practicing. There will just be a squawk and a clunk and they'll find me on the floor drooling in a couple hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first concert last night. It went pretty well. I'm auditioning for orchestra tomorrow, so I really need to go practice junk, but that will require me to remove my butt from this chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss drawing on the computer. And my glitchy OC1.1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have 2 loads of laundry to do. I had no idea I generated this much dirty clothing in a space of a few days. Yeesh.</content>
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    <title>Yay.</title>
    <published>2007-06-24T07:07:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-24T07:07:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Imma going to NHSMI tomorrow. See y'all at the end of July.</content>
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    <title>It is a very good thing...</title>
    <published>2007-04-09T00:25:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-09T00:25:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...that I don't measure the quality of a day on how many things went as I would have liked them to go, because then I would have very few good days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if I did, last Thursday would be my second good day this year. &lt;br /&gt;First, there was jazz band. You see, I am in jazz for the same reason I did pit orchestra. No, not because I am a musical masochist or like an excuse to complain, but because I want to completely obliterate my stage fright by soloing. About half of the issues and flubs I have in auditions or performances are from my getting nervous. The other half are because I suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I improv soloed for the first time, and I think my band director was surprised that it wasn't completely horrible, because I got a "Good job" and "We'll have to get you a mike."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I managed to catch someone before school and give this person an Easter gift. FOOD. But with my luck, he's probably allergic to chocolate OR the thing had some kind of horrific contamination resulting in severe food poisoning with diarrhea and vomiting. And I think I scare him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't even remember what made the rest of the day somewhat good. I mean, I had quizzes that I know I screwed up, and 8th period band was pretty much neutral. But there must have been some other good things. I think I talked to more people than I usually do, and oh yeah. Chem. We now have a joke that I fantasize about someone in that class fighting pirates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to U of I tomorrow. Despite the bit about leaving at 4 in the morning, I'm looking forward to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that I should completely disregard the academic profiles of colleges and just go with the one with the best sushi bars in the surrounding town. That would make life so much easier.</content>
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    <title>Random Gobbledegook</title>
    <published>2007-03-28T06:29:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-28T06:29:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yay, Spring Break.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been making good use of my time by wasting it as best as I can, and am therefore, enjoying myself greatly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really go to bed now, but I don't feel like it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going up to University of Michigan on Thursday. Meaning that I have to go to sleep tomorrow at 8, seeing as we're getting up at 3 to drive some 5-6 hours and make it there by 10:00 Eastern time for a campus tour. I don't think I would be very sentient if I went to bed at 2:00 like I usually do when I don't have school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Naviance webpage, my GPA has randomly increased by a tenth. I'm pretty darn sure it used to be XX.67 and not XX.77. I know it's not from the quarters because 1. Quarter grades mean squat and 2. It would have gone down. By a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the subject of mindblowingly boring school-related crap, I seem to have misplaced my ACT ticket thing. Which I know my mom told me to put in with other important school junk, and I thought I did, but I didn't see it when I cleaned out my file cabinet thing. Oh well. It's probably under the piano somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's what I'm up to:&lt;br /&gt;1. Finish reading Stiff for school. Good book. &lt;br /&gt;2. Finish up other homework. Bah, I don't even know what I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;3. Picture of Lekter I've owed Bunny for a very long time. &lt;br /&gt;4. Finish Wonderful Town hell-poster. &lt;br /&gt;5. Concept art for nameless comic and Jailbird Down. (A Can of Eden &amp;lt;&amp;lt; How does that sound? It's a little too pleasant for my tastes though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it. Maybe I can knock out some stuff on the car ride to Michi. My mom complains that she doesn't want me to go to U of I because she hates the drive when Michi is 2 hours longer. But I don't really like U of I that much anyway. It's mostly Champaign. I don't like the town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this post is mostly reminders to myself, here's an art dump for anyone interested: &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/lydia.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia! I love Beetlejuice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/ciaocat/zomg.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random zombie chick. I love zombies. I feel like drawing more zombies now. &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ciaocat:7402</id>
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    <title>Woo. Hoo.</title>
    <published>2007-02-15T05:36:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-15T05:36:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Happy last hour of Valentine's Day, yet another obnoxious commercial holiday. I almost forgot what day it was until my mother shouted "Happy Valentine's Day! I got you SQUAT" while I was in the bathroom this morning.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I've been unhappy lately. I should do something about that, but I'm not sure what. It's been a bit of a weird week. &lt;br /&gt;So we come home from church on Sunday and 1. Something took a dump on the clothes in my room and 2. The little dog was wearing a pair of underwear around her waist. &lt;br /&gt;This is a case of "Exactly what the heck do your pets do when you aren't home?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I tripped down the basement stairs. Lovely picture of grace I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have a snow day on Tuesday. We were one of the three schools that didn't. And we spent all of Tuesday complaining and not doing much because about half of the Benetian population was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken to playing Zelda after school sometimes as a method of relaxation. Usually I never play anything but DDR on school nights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I feel like I've sold my soul to the music department. Why in the heck did I want to do pit orchestra? Why? Actually, it wouldn't be bad at all were I not spazzing about an ad lib solo at the end of one of the songs. Gack. I feel morally obligated to play what's written but... it's a pain. I now have a permanent mouthpiece shaped indentation on my lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March is going to be living hell. There's the musical, plus I have to get my solo finished. And there's a jazz concert next week. And a regular concert March 1. &lt;br /&gt;I think I've been taking things a little too seriously. I think that I might just need more social contact with other human beings. Honestly, I have never actually just "hung out" with anyone from school. I've done projects and junk, but never saw a movie or anything like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is really... quite pathetic. Which is why I'm thinking about going to Turnabout, which would require me to ask a male, unfortunately. Frankly, I like dances, but I do not like having to ask people. It's a pain because I never pay attention to gossip about who's asked who and crap. I just want to hang out with someone vaguely interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ideal day: 1. Invite askee and parents to pancake breakfast. 2. Hang out at one's house for a while. 3. Go to dance. As is obvious, I neither know nor care about dumb teenage dance "protocol." I don't want to wear a dress. I think though that because I didn't at the last dance, I got mistaken for a guy. Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why people spazz about having their parents drive them and their dates. Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed. I have jazz and a three hour pit rehearsal. WHOOPEE. Maybe I'll find some poor schmuck to take to Turnabout.</content>
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