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  <title>Welcome to Prisneyland</title>
  <subtitle>The Unhappiest Place on Earth</subtitle>
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    <name>Andi</name>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moony2488:14472</id>
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    <title>Damn the Man!</title>
    <published>2006-10-23T15:33:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-23T15:39:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This week started out on such a good note.  It's Prison Break!Monday, it's cold (relatively speaking), I've got my car, and I had Einstein's for breakfast.  All positive things.  So naturally, I was feeling in a giving mood today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm leaving the Reitz parking garage (I didn't have a decal until about 10 minutes ago), I rolled down my window and gave the ticket to the woman that was pulling into the space after me.  I had already paid for a full day and it saved her $5, so I was like, "Yes!  I have done my good deed for the day."  As I'm leaving the garage, some guy smacked the back of my car and I was like, "WTF?"  I just figured he was pissed that I blocked the walkway.  People here are crazy like that.  I was like, "Whatever," and I kept on driving.  Well, the bastard ran in between parked cars and jumped those cables that divide the rows and fucking stopped me on the other side.  So I rolled down my window and was like, "Yes?"  And he was like, "Do you know that's a $20 ticket?"  And I was like, "What is?  I wasn't speeding."  He was like, "There's no transfer of tickets.  It's posted on the sign &lt;i&gt;twice&lt;/i&gt;."  And so I tried to look at the sign, but 1) the fat-ass was blocking my view and 2) I wouldn't have been able to see it anyway because I was too far away at that point.  So I looked up at him, all innocent, and I was like, "I'm so sorry.  I didn't even see that."  And he was like, "I'll let you go with a warning this time."  And I was like, "Thank you so much..."  *rolls up window and starts to drive away* "...you bald, fat-assed son of a bitch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not even know how pissed off I was.  And how fucked up is that?  I was just trying to be nice.  This is why people in general suck today.  Because if you try to do anything at all nice for anyone else, you get nailed on a technicality and end up getting penalized for it.  Who's going to be at all caring or considerate if they know they're going to get reprimanded for it?  I just don't understand the problem.  I paid for the whole day.  I could have left the car there all day, if I so desired.  Why should someone else have to waste $5 unnecessarily?  I was going to get a $20 ticket because of a measley $5 parking pass that, again, had &lt;i&gt;already been paid for&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The system is completely corrupt and morally bankrupt.  Congratulations, UF!  You really are teaching your students how to function in the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;T-Bag makes the ultimate sacrifice to get his hand on Westmoreland's millions, while Lincoln says goodbye to another loved one (Nov. 13)&lt;/i&gt;.  If this means LJ, heads are going to fucking roll.</content>
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    <title>moony2488 @ 2006-10-12T23:47:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-13T04:02:57Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-13T04:02:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm an awful person.  I forgot my favorite cousin's birthday.  I mean, not completely.  I remembered a few minutes ago, but it was after 11, so it was way too late to call him.  And I can't even remember if he's turning 12 or 13.  I suck.  So I just sent him an ecard and I figure I can call tomorrow, after my new fucking phone finally gets here.  It's not excusable, but hopefully he won't be too pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was feeling badly, and I decided to check on some fics I've been following to see if maybe any of them are complete yet.  I was going through the list and one of them finally was, so I was like, "Yes!"  I started reading it and quickly realized that it was something that had managed to squeeze through my screening process.  Now, with PB, a person has to be very careful about the fics that they read.  If it doesn't specifically state the ship that one follows, it shouldn't be read, because PB authors come up with some pretty fucked up shit.  They're worse than HP authors.  Anyway, I'm reading this fic, and it turns out to be a Michael/Lincoln/LJ.  WTF, people?!  I'm emotionally traumatized.  I hope you're happy, whoever you are.  You've added about 15 years to my psychiatric stay.  I'll be sending a bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really that much to ask for a simple, fluffy Michael/Sara?  It's karma, I know it.  Karma is angry that I forgot Sean's birthday.  I'm being punished because I suck at life.</content>
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    <title>moony2488 @ 2006-10-11T11:11:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-11T15:25:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-11T15:25:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Our Lady Peace, &lt;i&gt;Somewhere Out There&lt;/i&gt;</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Okay, so my mom decided that our cell plan sucked and she switched it... 5 minutes after calling to inform me that my phone would no longer be working.  I was like, "Thanks for the heads up!"  So that's what's with the no phone issue right now.  I don't know when I get the new one; she said she'd overnight it to me, but knowing my mom, it may not get here until next week.  I just hope it's not a piece of shit.  I love my phone now; it lets me drop it in puddles and out of car windows and down flights of stairs and still continues to soldier on.  If Cingular didn't suck so badly up here, it would work perfectly.  I'm in mourning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.  I just have to say that fanfic/spoilers are the former IB student's acid.  Really.  I waste so much valuable time with those beautiful but useless things.  They're addictive.  Like caffeine.  Which I have only had from a cherry pepsi so far today (I forgot to grind coffee beans again last night).  It's just not cutting it.  Back to my rant.  All of my fan!girl dreams have come true.  And if what is going to happen happens when I suspect it may happen, I will be pretty much unbearable the week of November 6 and thereafter.</content>
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    <title>moony2488 @ 2006-10-09T11:43:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-09T15:54:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-09T15:58:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Staind, &lt;i&gt;It's Been Awhile&lt;/i&gt;</lj:music>
    <content type="html">OMG!  It's cold!  I had to wear a long-sleeved shirt today!  You really cannot grasp how incredibly happy that makes me!  And I think I'm going to start doing my hair more often, because it's straight right now, and I've gotten several compliments today.  The first time it happened I was like, "Oh, you're talking to me?  Thanks."  It was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wtf is up with Fox?  I understand postponing airdates for shows that clash with the baseball timeslot; they can't broadcast two things at the same time.  But Prison Break doesn't clash.  They're rerunning Subdivision tonight and Buried next week.  And again I ask, WTF?!  If they can air the show, why aren't they?  The episodes are filmed because spoilers are out.  I know.  I've read them.  And as a result, I'm that much more eager to see the episode, which I can't because the studio execs at Fox have their heads up their asses.  Bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pics of Went and Dom at Cannes, though... *swoon*  They're so incredibly gorgeous it's painful.  Really.  It's not fair.  There's one pic that Went has his arm around Dom.  So cute!  And several with him pointing at the camera(s).  I don't think the boy can take a bad picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this song - totally fits into the MiSa ship from either perspective.</content>
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    <title>What else?</title>
    <published>2006-10-02T18:41:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-02T18:58:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dead Living - &lt;i&gt;Sugarcult&lt;/i&gt;</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I just read an interview with Wade Williams, and I have to say, I rather like him.  He's quite entertaining.  He's actually like Robert Knepper in that respect.  I love to hate both of their characters, but they're both surprisingly level-headed.  And opera!  My god, Wade Williams sang (sings?) opera!  I was floored when I read that.  Who would have thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note: Terikia, you suck.  Big.  Huge.  We're talking Monica Lewinski suckage here, okay, and she sucked Clinton all the way to the Supreme Court.  So you must suck pretty fucking hard, huh?  You know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entry 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially have a new aspiration for my life.  I want to be the person who shaves Wentworth Miller's body (his whole torso) and applies the tattoo.  If I could do that, I would die happy.  I would probably die happy &lt;i&gt;while&lt;/i&gt; doing that...</content>
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    <title>moony2488 @ 2006-09-15T16:30:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-15T20:31:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-15T20:37:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My day was &lt;i&gt;ssoooo&lt;/i&gt; just made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f340/moony2488/article.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>moony2488 @ 2006-09-11T22:15:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-12T02:25:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-12T02:25:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Prison Break Monday has totally not let me down this week.  I am in fan girl heaven.  Seriously.  It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised that there wasn't more speak of it on the threads, because this was a big deal.  BIG DEAL!  Michael/Sara all the way.  And, to make a perfect situation even better, Nika showed her true bitchy colors.  Heaven.  I've been saying all along that she's a bitch, but no one believed me.  People actually &lt;i&gt;liked&lt;/i&gt; her character.  They were defending her tonight as she slutted it up with Bellick, saying that she was just trying to help Michael, but I knew better.  Oh, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Michael/Sara love.  &lt;i&gt;Sigh&lt;/i&gt;.  They're made for each other.  I got all teary when he started crying.  It was beautiful.  They are so ending up together.  It's only a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lincoln love is pretty intense right now, too.  I don't know how much longer they're going to keep his shirt unbuttoned before the thing falls off.  Anyone care to wager?  Either way, it's all good.  And Tweener was looking pretty nice, too.  The towel was a nice compliment to his torso.</content>
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    <title>moony2488 @ 2006-09-05T13:25:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-05T17:26:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-05T17:27:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Mahone and T-Bag are both starting to lose it... 2:31 clip from "First Down". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;
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    <title>moony2488 @ 2006-08-24T23:27:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-25T03:41:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-25T21:03:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today was very interesting.  And exhausting.  I joined the Rugby team.  Go me.  I thought I was going to die, though, in the beginning because of all the running.  I can't remember the last time I went running.  It worked out, though, and I was fine once we started doing drills.  I had actually talked Bella into going with me, at least the first day, but she got there and was like, "I changed my mind.  I'm going back to the dorm."  It wasn't quite that simple; there was some protest on my part and more out of her, but that was the gist.  It's actually a good thing that she didn't go, because she would have killed me.  I came home covered (not an exaggeration) in grass and sweat and mud.  There was dirt in my sports bra when I took it off, and seeing as Bella's not exactly an outdoorsy, athletic, let's-run-around-beating-the-crap-out-of-each-other-and-get-filthy-doing-it type of person, I can imagine how thrilled she would have been once practice started.  Picture the end of &lt;i&gt;Carrie&lt;/i&gt;, and magnify it about ten times.  She's really serious about those nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until Monday.  I'm counting the hours.  I want the season 2 promo poster.  It would be totally perfect right next to my season 1 poster.  I could stare at those two perfect specimens of human being all day long and feel absolute contentment.  Now I really can't wait until Monday.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SECOND ENTRY OF THE DAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really starting to lose it.  Monday needs to come.  I read this article (attached at bottom of entry) online and I just snapped and started yelling at my computer about how Jennifer Love Hewitt was an evil whore.  Thank God my suitemates weren't here.  Darya walked in like five minutes later.  It could have been very bad.  I think part of the problem was the icons that I've been looking at.  A lot of them - a very surprising amount, actually - said "He never cared," somewhere near or on a picture of Sara.  At first I cursed through gritted teeth at the computer, but the more I saw, the angrier I got, and then the JLH article and &lt;i&gt;bam&lt;/i&gt; anger.  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;OF COURSE HE CARES!  HE'S MICHAEL!  WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?! JUST LOOK AT THE ICON!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jennifer Love Hewitt was so attracted to actor Wentworth Miller during the filming of an episode of Ghost Whisperer she instantly wanted to kiss him. Miller, best known for starring in Prison Break, played a deceased soldier on the show and Love Hewitt was so taken with the hunk she longed to change the script so they could enjoy some onscreen romance. She says, "It was impossible not to want to make out with the dead guy. As soon as he walked into the trailer, I was like: 'Now, how do we kiss the soldier?' "Wentworth was so talented and beautiful. He's an old-fashioned Clark Gable-type movie star gentleman. "He's the one person I wish could've been a regular on the show. I'd have loved it so much every day."&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*curses more under breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this.  It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;
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    <title>moony2488 @ 2006-08-23T17:24:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-23T21:35:40Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Apparently there is someone else on this earth who thought that the &lt;a href="http://rachelroberts.livejournal.com/22731.html"&gt;oragami crane&lt;/a&gt; that Michael gave Sara was important... a code, perhaps.  We shall see.  Classes were alright today.  Bio is so fucking easy.  We went over hypotheses and "If... then..." statements.  What surprised me more than that was that people actually had questions about it.  I think that says a lot about public education in Florida.  Or lack thereof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to understand that &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_tychoelite' lj:user='tychoelite' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tychoelite.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://tychoelite.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tychoelite&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was bitching about my lack of internet, and I have to say, it was not my fault.  I &lt;s&gt;was&lt;/s&gt; am just as pissed as she was.  And we used Bella's internet anyway.  So there.  And Teri, you totally do go online more than I do.  Don't try to deny it.</content>
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    <title>moony2488 @ 2006-08-08T00:19:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-08T04:31:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-08T16:02:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>silence</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I just got back from New York.  And by just, I mean on Friday.  It was fun.  There were no real blow-outs with my mom, so that was good.  Surprising, but good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prison Break DVDs tomorrow!!!  YAY!!!  Teri and I will be watching the special features tomorrow night at my dad's house.  Erin actually came up to me and asked if I would be at my moms tomorrow.  I was like, "No."  And she was like, "You have to."  That piqued my interest, so I was like, "I don't fucking have to do anything.  Why do you want me at moms?"  And apparently she thinks that she, and three other 16 year old girls, can have some of Spanish River's football team over because my dad won't be there.  I'll leave out the details of my reaction to that, but suffice it to say that I was not pleased.  So I'll definitely be home tomorrow night.  And if that Ass-Wipe that called her at 1 am a few nights ago is there, he's going to be hearing from me about telephone etiquette in regards to my little sister.  I don't think he'll call and/or show up at my house at that hour anymore.  I so look forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any hardcore HP fans: this is for you (except Teri, who gave it to me).  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTYadVjuvlo&amp;amp;search=we%20didn%27t%20start%20the%20fandom"&gt;We Didn't Start the Fandom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prison Break fans: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NhbpQEGkRM"&gt;Season 2 Trailer (00:45)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_N9wZ0n8XZ0"&gt;Season 2 Extended Trailer (03:01)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no sign of Sara... They must be keeping that under wraps until the 21st.</content>
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    <title>moony2488 @ 2006-07-25T02:17:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-25T06:18:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-25T06:18:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today was a very good day.</content>
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    <title>moony2488 @ 2006-07-24T10:50:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-24T14:59:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-24T14:59:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Stephen Lynch, &lt;i&gt;Special Ed&lt;/i&gt;</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Last night was a lot of fun.  We had dinner at Chipotle before we saw Clerks II, which was fucking hilarious.  Kevin Smith, I bow down to you.  Bella, Teri and I went to Starbucks after and had some much-needed girl talk.  Jacks, I love you dearly, but it's not quite the same over the phone as it is in person.  And I am so sorry I forgot to call you back last night. :(  Seriously though, if you haven't seen Clerks, go see it.  And even after this post, if you don't see it, you're blind, deaf and dumb, like Anne Frank.</content>
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    <title>moony2488 @ 2006-07-23T14:59:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-23T19:31:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-23T19:33:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Work sucked.  I was coffee again - yay me.  Not.  Not only did I have to clean up the whole fucking back in the kitchen (Carly did help me, though), I had to clean up the middle wait station, as well.  The middle wait station is the bread floater's responsibility, not coffee, just for the record.  I have no idea what Danielle was doing while Vince made me do her work, as well, but I'm sure it wasn't productive.  She was eating or smoking, I'm sure, because that's all she does when she's not trying to steal someone else's boyfriend.  Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to tonight.  I haven't seen &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_tychoelite' lj:user='tychoelite' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tychoelite.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://tychoelite.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tychoelite&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;i&gt;forever&lt;/i&gt;, so she had better be on time.  &lt;i&gt;Hemhem&lt;/i&gt;.  Although, she does get major brownie points for those beautiful PB Season 2 promo pictures, especially this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rablade.com/caps/displayimage.php?album=106&amp;amp;pos=13"&gt;Dr. Sara Tancredi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other 17 can be seen &lt;a href="http://www.rablade.com/caps/thumbnails.php?album=106"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>moony2488 @ 2006-07-12T20:06:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-13T00:19:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-13T00:19:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today has been very interesting.  The last few days (since Sunday) I haven't been able to sleep through the night.  When it was only Sunday and Monday I was able to write it off as nothing, but three nights in a row is very weird.  I think I'm getting sick.  As a result, I wasn't in the best spirits at work tonight.  It worked out well that John put my in station 5; the Bridge Group was in the dining room tonight.  Work was pretty okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real fun was when the old people went home to bed, though.  Sharrad and Ian were very amusing while we were resetting in the back.  And of course Seth was amusing, as always.  Ian wins the dumb-ass award for tonight, though.  He and Carly were talking about feet hair, of all things, and to get him off topic, Carly was like, "What's wrong with your pants?  Your boxers are sticking out and there's part of a weird design sticking out.  Fix it."  And Ian, being Ian, proceeds to pull down his pants, turn around, bend over, and say "Bottoms up!" which happened to be the saying that was printed across his ass.  At that point I grabbed Carly's arm and turned around and walked out of the break room.  I could have gone forever without seeing that; thank you very much, Ian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I'm going to go see Superman Returns again with Carly and Isabella.</content>
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    <title>moony2488 @ 2006-07-07T16:59:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-07T21:14:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-07T21:16:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;" width="450"&gt;&amp;lt;td align="center"&amp;gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;Andrea --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;font size="+1"&gt;[adjective]:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banshee-like
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&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;" width="450"&gt;&amp;lt;td align="center"&amp;gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;Andi --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;font size="+1"&gt;[noun]:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person with a sixth sense for detecting the presence of goblins
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&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole this quiz from a link on &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_x_imnotyourstar' lj:user='x_imnotyourstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://x-imnotyourstar.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://x-imnotyourstar.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;x_imnotyourstar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s journal in an old entry.  The first definition of "Andrea" upset me greatly, being "a lewd street performer".  I quickly went back and checked "Andi" and then decided to post them both.  However, the second time that I typed "Andrea", I received the definition you see above.  What complete bullshit!  Entertaining bullshit, mind you, but total and complete bullshit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was an extra at work today.  Ironic, being that I didn't actually want to leave today.  That's just my luck.  I actually want to work because I need money, and I'm an extra.  Not only that, but no one would switch, either.  WTF?!  Great job, John.  Really superb scheduling on your part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad thinks that I'm going to go outside and plant the flowers that he just bought.  News flash, dad: it's fucking lightning.  I'm not planting any god-damned flowers right now.  So sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else is going well at this point.  I'm bored, though.  If anyone wants to do anything, call me.  Anything at all.  Teri: will you also call me please?  Isabella and I need to talk to you about Sunday.  That's about it.  I'm out.</content>
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    <title>moony2488 @ 2006-07-06T13:29:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-06T17:30:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-06T17:32:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="12"&gt;I got the diploma!!!&lt;/font&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These last 4 years have meant something!  How did everyone else do???</content>
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    <title>moony2488 @ 2006-04-20T20:24:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-21T00:25:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-21T01:09:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tagged by &lt;tag user="user"&gt;ruby_crescent&lt;/tag&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Once you have been tagged, you have to write a blog with 8 facts/things/habits about yourself, saying who tagged you.  In the end you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.  No tag backs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. James Blunt's sold out in Orlando and Tampa and Atlanta.  I am the picture of depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I put pepper in ketchup, instead of on my fries.  That way, I know it will stick to the fries and won't fall off onto my plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Wentworth Miller is a sexy, sexy man.  I would totally go to prison if I knew he would be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I know every word of Billy Joel's &lt;i&gt;We Didn't Start the Fire.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Until yesterday, I couldn't tell you what would happen to a dot of ink if it were to be dropped on a desk, but I could give you every detail you would ever need to know, an then some, about a phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have a weird foot-phobia.  "I don't touch you with mine, please don't touch me with yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My nostrils flare when I'm angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I carry hand sanitizer and Advil with me everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag: magical_sitar, wormtail78, luckyone29, limey37, onmygrass57, monkiesgooink12.  Congrats!</content>
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    <title>moony2488 @ 2006-04-19T18:49:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-19T22:52:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-19T22:52:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">TERI OR BRITTANY---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would either of you please, please send me, or post, a link to the picture of the Canadian that is speculated to be a possible young Sirius.  I'm trying to finish my article so that Mia doesn't kill me and I need that in order to finish.  Or, if you don't have a link to a picture, a name would be fine.  Please.</content>
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    <title>Rock on.</title>
    <published>2006-04-17T18:02:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-17T18:02:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I found spoiler icons!  &lt;user&gt;kelz3192&lt;/user&gt; has them!  They're so good!  Can you tell today has been a good day?  I was thinking of skipping Spanish because we had the stupid IB picture to take and we did it in the fucking parking lot.  It would have been so easy, but I was a good girl and I went to class.  We ended up not taking either of the quizzes and going to 3rd lunch, so I got to leave at 12:30.  Rock on.  I've been fan!girl-ing it since then.  Again, rock on.  Prison Break tonight.  I don't need to say it, but you know.  Over.</content>
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    <title>WTF?!</title>
    <published>2006-04-14T17:12:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-14T18:39:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">People, I know that we live in a sick, sadistic world, but honestly!  Lincoln/Michael?!  Come on!  Are you really that messed up?  That's worse that the Ginny/Lucius/Tom that I saw the other day; it's like a Fred/George or a Ron/Ginny or a Harry/Hermione, God-forbid.  It sounds like a cry for help to me.  There are people who specialize in things like this.  Go talk to one of them.  If that doesn't work, jump off a building.  We're better off without you.</content>
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    <title>Blood Drive Dates</title>
    <published>2006-03-28T22:55:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-28T22:55:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">For anyone who needed them for Community Service, here are the meeting dates.  Morning meetings were 7-7:30 and afternoon meetings were 3-3:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FIRST DRIVE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug. 24 - afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Aug. 30 - afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 13 - afternoon (extended mtng.-Debbie)&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 20 - morning&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 22 - morning&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 27 - morning&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 3 - afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 6 - morning&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 11 - morning&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 18 - morning&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 20 - afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 21 - DRIVE (7-3:30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SECOND DRIVE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan. 19 - afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Jan. 24 - afternoon (extended mtng.-Debbie)&lt;br /&gt;Feb. 3 - afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Feb. 14 - morning&lt;br /&gt;March 2 - morning&lt;br /&gt;March 9 - morning&lt;br /&gt;March 16 - afternoon&lt;br /&gt;**March 29 - morning&lt;br /&gt;**March 30 - afternoon&lt;br /&gt;**March 31 - DRIVE (7-3:30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add in any extra hours you spent collecting food donations or recruiting outside school or making posters, etc.</content>
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    <title>moony2488 @ 2006-02-12T18:50:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-12T23:52:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-12T23:52:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">There is no longer a question; my mom is officially experiencing her mid-life crisis.  I'm going to be in therapy until I die.</content>
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    <title>moony2488 @ 2006-02-10T20:21:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-11T01:50:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-11T02:01:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>James Blunt, &lt;i&gt;Tears and Rain&lt;/i&gt;</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am finally legal!  Yeah, the post's about a week late, but better late than never.  February is the greatest month ever, after April, of course.  Anyway... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about karma in Spanish today.  Weird, I know, but what else am I supposed to do? I sit in the front, so it's not like I can sleep.  So, I was just contemplating karma in general, and it struck me how back and forth it all is.  One minute, karma's kicking you in the ass and the next it could be on its hands and knees kissing your ass.  There's really no way to tell when it's going to switch up on you.  Most people (I) tend only to refer to it really when someone's getting payback for something they've done, ie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Open curtain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDI: Erin, why are you wearing my Rolling Stones shirt?  You don't even know who the Rolling Stones are.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERIN: It's not your shirt, it's mine, and I don't have to listen to a band to wear their shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDI: You are such a little poser!  Give me my shirt back now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERIN: (As she slams hand into refrigerator door) It's not - OUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDI: There's karma for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Close curtain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, I don't have a very accurate understanding of the innerworkings of karma, but I know enough to suit my own purposes, which is more than I can say for some other people.  I think that when people are wondering why the hell things are shitty at any given point in time, they should look back and ponder what they've done to deserve the shit-fest.  There's always something; it may not be big and it may not be obvious, but it's there if you look hard enough.  No one's a saint.  I think that only in correcting whatever wrong you've committed can you get back in karma's favor.  And should you choose not to, well... karma's a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote: I just found the 2nd picture of Jarvis on the internet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://snuffles.webserverdns.com/#gallery:pic:6104"&gt;Young James Potter&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>moony2488 @ 2005-11-05T04:52:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-05T09:58:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-05T10:12:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I never thought I'd update twice in one day at so early an hour.  I think IB has finally cracked me. Anyway, on to the reason for my second post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New fanfic site! &lt;a href="http://www.unknowableroom.org"&gt;UnknowableRoom.org - &lt;i&gt;Write where you left it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it on thegreatbreak.  If you don't belong to that community, you should.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teri... Brokeback Mountain soundtrack.  I love it (what I've heard of it).  I love you.  I don't really love yousendit, even though it's also where I got my Prison Break eps.  The songs fade in and out.  The Straylight Run EP only downloaded 6 songs, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my God!  You have to be freaking kidding me!  My mom's awake.  Seriously, can I get no peace?  Who the hell is up at this time anyway, who's not currently suffering insomnia?</content>
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