<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:50:50.888-08:00</updated><category term='Parking'/><category term='International Spy Museum'/><category term='Wicked Winter'/><category term='Hair'/><category term='Metro'/><category term='Otakon'/><category term='Sonic Screwdriver'/><category term='Time Lord'/><category term='Hit Girl'/><category term='Rogue'/><category term='Perfect Girl Evolution'/><category term='Miniskirt Army'/><category term='Anime'/><category term='Contact Lenses'/><category term='Tit'/><category term='Parallel'/><category term='Manga'/><category term='Drivers Test'/><category 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-5235273715318590226</id><published>2011-05-18T17:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T17:43:28.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Guys...</title><content type='html'>I've decided to make a new blog, one that is specific to my baking.&lt;br /&gt;You can now find me here at&lt;br /&gt;jupitard.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;I'll still update this one, however it'll be more about life.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;~Jupitard~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-5235273715318590226?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-6908798410461781749</id><published>2011-05-17T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T22:47:36.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thyme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Focaccia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bread'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garlic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baking'/><title type='text'>I DID WHAT!?</title><content type='html'>I can not believe this. This is possibly one of the most amazing developments in my life. I have made...BREAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or to be more specific, I've made Focaccia Bread with Garlic and Thyme. If this sounds good to you, I have to tell you, it tasted a thousand times better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started the day as usual, lazily sitting up and browsing the various cooking blogs I follow, when I started coming across all sorts of delicious sounding breads. So, after consulting the DM, I decided to make this particular bread. I knew we already had every ingredient, we even have fresh thyme hanging about the garden. So as the DM and his Mum disappeared to the land of Home Depot, I decided to get to work. Everything went simply enough until it came to kneading the dough. Wow was it sticky! I had to add more flour than the recipe called for in order for it to work properly. Eventually I succeeded and used some Olive Oil cooking spray to keep the dough from sticking to the bowl. I let it rise for about 45 minutes before I formed it into a loaf, and even then it was still sticky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately I hadn't started the garlic oil beforehand, so I quickly made some and brushed it over the top, added the thyme and sea salt, then threw it into the oven. If the kitchen didn't smell good before, at this point it was heaven. Those 14 minutes were agonizing as the DM, his Mom and I were anxiously awaiting the bread, each minute the aroma grew stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due to timing, as soon as I took the bread out of the oven we had to go return the truck to Home Depot, so we didn't get to sample the bread until we got home and it was fully cooled. DM's Mom even wrote a threatening note to her husband, warning him of the perils he would face should he taste the bread before we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, as soon as I sliced through the first piece I was in heaven. The garlic flavor with the aroma of the thyme worked perfectly together. It was amazing. I quickly handed pieces to both sets of eagerly awaiting hands and was rewarded with butt wiggles and grins. We ate the entire loaf with dinner and the family can't wait until I make it again. That won't be for awhile, considering there are so many other things to bake beforehand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at this magic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/230481_10150190313594530_513859529_6666870_2207644_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/230481_10150190313594530_513859529_6666870_2207644_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgive the awkward size and shape of the loaf, I did my best. Hey, first time for everything, but the taste definitely made up for the shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well dears, on the docket for tomorrow is cornbread, seeing as we will be having chili tomorrow. I must say, I'm looking forward to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep the Dream Alive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Jupitard~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-6908798410461781749?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/6908798410461781749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-did-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/6908798410461781749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/6908798410461781749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-did-what.html' title='I DID WHAT!?'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-3126952214352672497</id><published>2011-05-15T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T14:26:13.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Icing'/><title type='text'>This is where it starts to get interesting...</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday I decided to be all busylike and made not one, but TWO types of cupcakes. Both were true to my new form and were out of the new cupcake book I bought. On the board were Passionfruit Butterfly cupcakes and Strawberry White Chocolate Cheesecake cupcakes. I must say, I'm absolutely in love with the Passionfruit ones. While the consistency of the filling wasn't as firm as I was led to believe, the taste more than made up for it. My gods. So delicious. I honestly could do nothing but just sit there and eat them all day. Not to get down on the White Chocolate Cheesecake ones...dear goddess, the cake was okay but the icing made it. I mean, I could put that stuff on anything and it'd be delicious. Now to spam you with crappy pictures of said cupcakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion Fruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/226922_10150185118484530_513859529_6630546_6692600_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/226922_10150185118484530_513859529_6630546_6692600_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;White Chocolate Cheesecake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/226538_10150186042154530_513859529_6634640_3500696_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/226538_10150186042154530_513859529_6634640_3500696_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... I may have an addiction. However the boyo doesn't seem too worried. He wants to taste test and make sure that the cupcakes haven't been poisoned. You know, three or four later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I shall update you whenever something new comes along. Hell, I may even if I just feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;Keep the Dream Alive,&lt;br /&gt;~Jupitard~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-3126952214352672497?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/3126952214352672497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-is-where-it-starts-to-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/3126952214352672497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/3126952214352672497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-is-where-it-starts-to-get.html' title='This is where it starts to get interesting...'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-6466262185370793134</id><published>2011-05-10T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T22:29:02.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Icing'/><title type='text'>Baking 101</title><content type='html'>So...I've been making a lot of different types of things lately. Pasta's, cupcakes, etc. I think my favorite thing so far is to bake. I mean, I kind of zen out and go to my happy place when I'm making cakes and such. I'm even getting better at making Royal Icing! It's kind of sad how much that makes me happy. Anyway, I guess this possible new venture is inspired by my new cupcake book, Cupcake Heaven. After a rather grumbly way of aquiring the book, I looked through and made the first cupcake I knew I had the ingredients for. The cake came out pretty well and the icing was fine after I adjusted the sugar content. I'm going to try my hand at buttercream icing next. Should be pretty interesting.&lt;div&gt;I suppose a picture should be here, shouldn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/227493_10150182921814530_513859529_6617870_2744291_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/227493_10150182921814530_513859529_6617870_2744291_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah...the icing looks better on the second batch, that's to be certain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm wondering if I could start a home catering business, or even just sell baked stuff to people. I mean, cost plus like, ten bucks per batch sounds good to me. We'll see, it may be just a good way to make some extra cash on the side.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, I'm off until next time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SSDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep the Dream Alive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Jupitard~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-6466262185370793134?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/6466262185370793134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2011/05/baking-101.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/6466262185370793134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/6466262185370793134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2011/05/baking-101.html' title='Baking 101'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-5987772625160784408</id><published>2011-03-14T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T23:15:03.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be stupid.</title><content type='html'>Hey you, with the face. Yeah, that's right, I'm talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;Sit down and shut up, this won't take long.&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few days I've been observing humanity, whether it be on the television or outside on the street. My main conclusions for watching this freakshow really seem to make me cry. I mean gorramn it people! You are not supposed to be this airheaded and stupid. I don't want sheep, I want human beings! Though, when I think about it, sometimes sheep are preferable. But seriously, sometimes I want to add just a wee bit of chlorine to the gene pool, perhaps even things out.&lt;br /&gt;On a completely unrelated note, all's well in the life of me. Currently on Spring Break. I'm free of all rehersals and such for a bit. Free to do as I please. :O Such a scary thought.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I don't have much to say, seeing as my mind is one lump of evil right now... Good evil mind you, but evil nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;-shruggity-&lt;br /&gt;Keep the Dream Alive&lt;br /&gt;~Jupitard~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-5987772625160784408?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/5987772625160784408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2011/03/dont-be-stupid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/5987772625160784408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/5987772625160784408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2011/03/dont-be-stupid.html' title='Don&apos;t be stupid.'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-2817101243454669812</id><published>2011-02-27T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T22:14:16.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So holy effing hell and all that jazz.</title><content type='html'>So...remember that bullshitey emo pile of crap that was my last post? Let's just pretend that never happened, because I was so entirely wrong. It was rather the opposite of what I thought, and it went better than I ever could have hoped. The scary brilliant news is that I now have a new boyo to call my own. It's amazing and terrifying at the same time. This one is on a happy cloud of awesomeness right now, and suddenly has a tether. There's a line holding me down to the ground, and for that, I am immensely grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to spare you from gushy weirdness and insanity, I bid you all farewell.&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to put up a short post to show that things are better, and that yes, this one is a tard.&lt;br /&gt;Keep the Dream Alive,&lt;br /&gt;~Jupitard~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-2817101243454669812?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/2817101243454669812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-holy-effing-hell-and-all-that-jazz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/2817101243454669812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/2817101243454669812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-holy-effing-hell-and-all-that-jazz.html' title='So holy effing hell and all that jazz.'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-1188177085282739076</id><published>2011-02-17T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T22:05:16.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, my brain is a pile of shite.</title><content type='html'>Lately I don't know what's wrong with me. On one hand, I'm a friend, and on the other I'm just attracted to a shiny new toy. I honestly hate emotions, seriously, I'd be happy without them. -_- Shut up. I've been focusing on being a friend recently, due to the fact that I'll never believe that someone wants to be with me. My relationships are so fucked that I don't know what's up and what's down. I have nothing to ground me and this terrifies me. I also need to let go of this slight crush and make it go away. I know that nothing will come of it, and should it be said aloud, that entire friendship would come crashing down in a ball of flame. I don't understand why I have to feel the stupid ways that I do. I guess I put myself out there so much, and don't protect myself, that it's easy for someone to push their way into my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm floating, nothing tying me down to the world and I wonder what's keeping me here. Friends I suppose. This love nonsense will never go anywhere. And goddamnit. I sound like a fucking emo-retarded teenager. Writing this out isn't making me feel better, and only making it worse. I hate being lonely, I hate being sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. Fucking. Damnit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-1188177085282739076?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/1188177085282739076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-my-brain-is-pile-of-shite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/1188177085282739076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/1188177085282739076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-my-brain-is-pile-of-shite.html' title='So, my brain is a pile of shite.'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-4432104050281990562</id><published>2011-01-08T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T21:20:09.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Son of a-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs085.snc4/35616_492333664529_513859529_5713783_6245970_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs085.snc4/35616_492333664529_513859529_5713783_6245970_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well Well Well...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This little fool has appeared again!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He was being a complete bastard and begged to come along, and I'll admit, I've missed carrying the little bugger around.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have to fix him, it seems his eye got loose and I'd rather not have a one-eyed Nosferatu, he'd be pissed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For now he'll remain quiet, he hasn't been out, and all his&amp;nbsp;judgements&amp;nbsp;are of me. :&amp;lt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On another note, the 365 project is going well so far. I've uploaded one photo taken each respective day. I'm kinda excited and I'm ready to see how long this'll go. Nothing of major importance to report other than the infinite sadness that is my losing a wallet. Thankfully the things inside are replaceable and I plan on replacing all of them as soon as possible. Fucking metro people. :&amp;lt; &amp;nbsp;Other than that I spent the entire day with awesome people doing not so awesome, yet mostly entertaining things. Ended up at the Gaylord for the Katsucon Maid Cafe' audition thingies. Got up at 7:30am, got home about 8pm. So freaking tired. I don't know how the hell I'm awake right now. In any case, I'm sad Laura and Kady didn't get into the Maid Cafe, but at least Karen and Mika did. It's colder than hell outside, and this didn't make for a happy Jup going on the metro and such. I did get to spend time with my boyo and friends, so all is well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday was glorious after a bad start. I got to spend assloads of time with most of the War Kittens and went to Moby. Then went Ice Skating with boyo and Laura. We skated circles around him, literally and in general we all had a good time. We then disappeared into Lakeforest for Red Robin noms, held Laura back from the pretty Asian men before I took them all home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, that's all for now so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Keep the Dream Alive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~Jupitard~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-4432104050281990562?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/4432104050281990562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2011/01/son-of.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/4432104050281990562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/4432104050281990562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2011/01/son-of.html' title='Son of a-'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-8168178092731266426</id><published>2011-01-06T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T14:08:27.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've noticed...</title><content type='html'>That this Winter Break is almost over and I really haven't done a damn thing. It's pretty much been parties and hanging out with people. Sure this is fun and immensely entertaining, but nothing of substance other than the love issue. I guess it's just the restlessness in me that stops myself from really doing anything. I flit around from place to place, and only rest when I'm passed out on a bed. I figure I'm still working on who I need to be and &amp;nbsp;what I need to do to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of my friends have started doing the 365 Project, and I've always thought it's a good idea, I just never believed that I could do it continuously for a whole year. So I took a picture today and we'll see how this whole thing will roll. I guess it'll be interesting to see how much I have or haven't changed by the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't gotten the balls to tell my mother about my grades. Still need to get the bill for the upcoming semester. Still need to do laundry. Still need to lose weight. I just need to get my shit together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this is so short, but until next time...&lt;br /&gt;Keep the Dream Alive,&lt;br /&gt;~Jupitard~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.- Look forward to the new adventures of Nosferatu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-8168178092731266426?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/8168178092731266426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2011/01/ive-noticed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/8168178092731266426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/8168178092731266426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2011/01/ive-noticed.html' title='I&apos;ve noticed...'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-963309119759878251</id><published>2010-12-28T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T15:34:39.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile, and I can't say whether this is good or not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;School has been schooly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not happy about my grades, but whatever. It's not like I can do anything about it now. I didn't really care for my classes, and you could tell which ones I liked or disliked by my grades. I was completely floored at my C in Math. I thought I would have failed that for sure, but I guess somehow I survived. There was so much going on this semester, the academic portion of it just seemed to have slipped away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Love has failed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past semester, I'd broken up with Aidou, and while those two months were interesting, I did end up going back to him. It was about a month ago that I went back to him, but after thinking and going through what the relationship was and what it should be. I've decided that it needed to end. Two days ago, I broke up with him for the last time. This go round was how it should have been the first. Not so much his reaction, but the no longer talking and such. As I told him, we both needed to be happy, but I just couldn't see it with us together. Hurtful as this all is, I feel some sense of relief. I'm not sure as to why, but perhaps the notion that I am no longer bound to something painful. It will truly be the end by Friday. I still have to go to the empty house to take care of his cat. It feels all kinds of awkward...but such as life. My mother asked me today if there was anyone I had my eye on. Truthfully, I'd told her yes, but there's no way that will ever happen. Not so much on my part, but his. I'm fine with being alone. True, it's a lonely feeling, but as it was by my power, there's no reason to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Christmas was meh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see a bunch of people I wanted to see. Didn't end up having the family time due to an Aunt disappearing for the weekend and throwing off the plans. I didn't get what I wanted, however I do have the money to do so. I still have to check on Katsucon, not sure how that's going to work out. Merp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Future is shiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to get my shit together this coming semester, and I plan to. It'll be the weirdest thing ever, but I'm going to have to be involved with every show. I need the experience if I'm going to apply for Summer Dinner Theater. If I get it, it'll be considered an internship and be paid. If not, I'll have to acquire a job anyway. Hopefully all will pull itself together. I know I'm not in the best place, but I believe that I can make myself into a big goddamn hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the Dream Alive,&lt;br /&gt;~J~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-963309119759878251?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/963309119759878251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-been-awhile-and-i-cant-say-whether.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/963309119759878251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/963309119759878251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-been-awhile-and-i-cant-say-whether.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile, and I can&apos;t say whether this is good or not.'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-2562772307677811511</id><published>2010-09-20T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T12:08:28.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah</title><content type='html'>I don't post much, I'm sorry, but it's not on my mind half the time.&lt;br /&gt;Currently having mouse troubles and wondering just how my life is going to work after school is over. I need to find a job and I don't want my world to explode. I should be doing homework right now, but beh, it'll get done eventually.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sleep well last night, actually not at all. I went to bed around 130 and tossed/turned until 5. After that I drifted off once. I remember having a dream. College is boring, nothing too interesting going on. I don't really have any real friends there, hoping that changes.&lt;br /&gt;No cosplay to speak of, no projects other than trying my hardest to get my room cleaned up and find a way to make money.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how life goes.&lt;br /&gt;Update if anything real happens.&lt;br /&gt;Keep the dream alive,&lt;br /&gt;~Jupitard~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-2562772307677811511?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/2562772307677811511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/09/yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/2562772307677811511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/2562772307677811511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/09/yeah.html' title='Yeah'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-4036620504012479825</id><published>2010-08-06T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T14:29:13.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beachy!</title><content type='html'>I may be incommunicado for the next week. I'm going to the beach for a week and I don't know if the house has wifi. If not, you will be flushed with a slew of pictures by the time I get back. At the moment I'm packing and doing laundry, not quite sure what I'll be bringing, but hey, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much in the way of love,&lt;br /&gt;Jupitard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-4036620504012479825?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/4036620504012479825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/08/beachy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/4036620504012479825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/4036620504012479825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/08/beachy.html' title='Beachy!'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-3825509360395634057</id><published>2010-08-06T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T14:26:35.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Otakon Report</title><content type='html'>Well, another year has come and gone. I must say, this might be the best year yet. I went as Mai from Avatar: The Last Airbender. I was overall pleased how it came out, but I know I'll be fixing it. I may even do the Ember Island outfit when I don't feel like a fatty. Anywho, we got down to Baltimore around three on Thursday and checked in. Afterwards, we went down to the BCC and saw the huge line. Nervous, we grabbed blimpies and got in line. Whew, were looks deceiving. We got through that line in like, a half hour. After heading back to the hotel and getting settled, my group continued our sewing well into the night, only breaking for dinner. Friday morning I got up, got dressed and left before them. I met up with my boyo then started walking around, taking in the vibes of geekery and amazing cosplay. Eventually we made it into Dealers Room and Artists' alley. I met all the people I needed to, and had a great time. Once my group got there, we took pictures in the Otakon photo suite, then hit the Avatar: The Last Airbender photoshoot. Twas pretty amazing, and I met a lot of cool people. The day raged on, and much money was spent. The rave was tiring but a lot of fun. I fell into bed at about 2:30 am Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was just as tiring, another photoshoot, this time in the heat. It was still fun, but all of us were melting. It went a little slower, but was amazing just the same. There was a fire alarm so the entire con was evacuated around lunch. So, that did nicely to break up the day and give everyone a break. I didn't go to the rave because I was so beat, but it was just as well because of the space was over capacity. I slept wonderfully and my feet felt good. Sunday was slow and we bought everything we wanted to buy. In the end we just sat and watched the people go by. Had Bob Evans afterwards and slept until the end of the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-3825509360395634057?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/3825509360395634057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/08/otakon-report.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/3825509360395634057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/3825509360395634057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/08/otakon-report.html' title='Otakon Report'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-7926470714050181927</id><published>2010-07-11T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T13:44:11.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So....beachy.</title><content type='html'>Going to the beach for a week in August. Gonna be super fun! The only problem I foresee is getting everyone there and back with all our shit. Hopefully, everything'll work out. I'm trying to make sure we pack minimally clothes wise, but I dunno how that'll go. We do have a washing machine, so maybe that'll work too. I plan on getting up there, getting the key, and getting everyone inside and situated before going to the grocery store. All I want is for this week to go off without a hitch and have no problems whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please god, goddess, or whatever higher being there is out there, make sure all goes well for this.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;~Jupitard~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-7926470714050181927?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/7926470714050181927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/07/sobeachy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/7926470714050181927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/7926470714050181927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/07/sobeachy.html' title='So....beachy.'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-969604808197173236</id><published>2010-06-18T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T22:54:42.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ello all! NEW PODCAST UP!</title><content type='html'>Yep, I now have a podcast, sooooo you can now listen to my crappy voice talk about stuff!&lt;br /&gt;Go check it out!&lt;br /&gt;:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jupitard.podbean.com/"&gt;CLICKY!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-969604808197173236?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://jupitard.podbean.com/' title='Ello all! NEW PODCAST UP!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/969604808197173236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/06/ello-all-new-podcast-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/969604808197173236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/969604808197173236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/06/ello-all-new-podcast-up.html' title='Ello all! NEW PODCAST UP!'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-1789698339054655748</id><published>2010-06-14T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T17:56:47.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright</title><content type='html'>Well, things have come to a standstill.&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently working for my mother and my brothers cleaning their houses and generic tasks. Mind, I get 75 bucks every other week from my brothers, and my mom gives me 200 a month plus whatever other bs I have to do for her. Other than Aidou, I really don't see my friends because they're always busy. Though it is true I see Saku weekly, I wish I would go hang out with others. At the moment, friend-wise, I am looking forward to Otakon and my week long beach trip. Along with friends, this gives me the scary thought of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I currently want are: 32gb ipod touch, black corset, and cosplays.&lt;br /&gt;Now, the ipod would probably be the most used, then the corset, and cosplays are once in awhile type deals. However, I must also save my money for said beach trip and Otakon. Unfortunately, I've been having to use my own money for gas because I apparently go lots of places. While true, I hope to get more as the time goes on. What I'm thinking of doing is, getting the money for Otakon, then saving for the beach, hopefully working toward my ipod as well. We'll see when the money gets thrown in at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my video camera, yet I haven't used it as much as I wanted to. My subjects that I'd normally be recording aren't around, so it seems to be useless, but I know it's not. I know there will come a time when I need it and use it. I want to become a net idol, well, not really, but I just want people to be interested in me. I know that's selfish, bubble-headed, and weird, but its something. I mean, it's not like I'm really trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh, well, such as life. When the money comes in, I'll be using it.&lt;br /&gt;Such is the life of a capitalist teenager.&lt;br /&gt;If we're going to survive, the dream must stay alive.&lt;br /&gt;~Jupitard~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-1789698339054655748?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/1789698339054655748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/06/alright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/1789698339054655748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/1789698339054655748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/06/alright.html' title='Alright'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-9013409839451877838</id><published>2010-05-24T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:16:08.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reeeeeeppppooo Maaaaaaan Come Taaaaaaakkkeee My Eyeeessss!</title><content type='html'>Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted in awhile because life has just been insane. I've finished my first full year of college! I've got 3 A's and a B! Snoochies! I'm cleaning my mothers house and my brothers house for income, trying to organize a beach trip and cosplay or Otakon. I know who I want to be, it's just getting the shit done to actually do it. I'm going to wait until I get my panel response from Otakorp before forcing Saku to make me a miniskirt and go get my top refinished. I need to either find Lust, edit her, or just make a new one. I want to update &amp;nbsp;her arm thingies, and hopefully find some decent shoes that I don't want to die in. I need to find the proper tops for Asuza. My brain is in meltdown and I am just going nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and yes, those are lyrics from Repo! The Genetic Opera. I reaaaaallllly like that. :D Maybe I could be a Gentern?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, once my life regains some semblance of normalcy, I'll post more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the Dream Alive,&lt;br /&gt;~Jupitard~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-9013409839451877838?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/9013409839451877838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/05/reeeeeeppppooo-maaaaaaan-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/9013409839451877838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/9013409839451877838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/05/reeeeeeppppooo-maaaaaaan-come.html' title='Reeeeeeppppooo Maaaaaaan Come Taaaaaaakkkeee My Eyeeessss!'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-8335847841574599248</id><published>2010-05-05T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:35:37.728-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time Lord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><title type='text'>Wibbley Wobbley Timey Wimey...and stuff</title><content type='html'>I WANT TO BE A FREAKING TIME LORD!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;Where the hell is my TARDIS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I've been pretty bad these past few weeks. Ever since I sat down and started watching the "new" Doctor Who from the 9th Doctor, I've been pretty obsessed. I've even made TARDii? out of Model Magic. I think I'm going to make a pin tonight with something Doctor Related. Time to go look up some pretty pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to find a proper button machine, the one I have only makes mini-ones. They're about an inch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, more progress of my Time Lordship as it goes...&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the dream alive..&lt;br /&gt;Also....Go ask Alice..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-8335847841574599248?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/8335847841574599248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/05/wibbley-wobbley-timey-wimeyand-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/8335847841574599248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/8335847841574599248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/05/wibbley-wobbley-timey-wimeyand-stuff.html' title='Wibbley Wobbley Timey Wimey...and stuff'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-7592821317216377629</id><published>2010-04-19T06:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T06:40:38.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hit Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SUCCESS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kick Ass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drivers Test'/><title type='text'>Also...</title><content type='html'>I passed my drivers test that day.&lt;br /&gt;I have been a driving foo'!&lt;br /&gt;Saw Kickass twice and loved every minute of it. I want Hit Girl in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a wee bit rushing, so this will be purty quick.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-7592821317216377629?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/7592821317216377629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/04/also.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/7592821317216377629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/7592821317216377629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/04/also.html' title='Also...'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-8617799701990061298</id><published>2010-04-19T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T06:41:12.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonic Screwdriver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jupitard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FS200'/><title type='text'>Testing from Ze YOUTUBE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pTK8GGMIrPU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pTK8GGMIrPU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my smexy camera....here is one of the fun tests.&lt;br /&gt;Mind you this was a few hours before the new season of Doctor Who premiered on BBC America.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-8617799701990061298?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/8617799701990061298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/04/testing-from-ze-youtube.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/8617799701990061298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/8617799701990061298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/04/testing-from-ze-youtube.html' title='Testing from Ze YOUTUBE!'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-1050428092229914070</id><published>2010-04-13T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T06:25:45.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck Shit Piss Ass FUCK</title><content type='html'>My nerves are going off.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the most nervous I've ever been in my entire life right now.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm going to throw up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm twitchy, restless, and feel gross.&lt;br /&gt;I have my drivers test again today.&lt;br /&gt;I failed it last time for running out of time, hopefully I can get parallel parking down and do the rest.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe working out today will help.&lt;br /&gt;If I exhaust myself in gym, then pass out in Theater, maybe I'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;Goddddddddd&lt;br /&gt;Please let me pass today, please oh please oh please, I'm begging you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-1050428092229914070?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/1050428092229914070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/04/fuck-shit-piss-ass-fuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/1050428092229914070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/1050428092229914070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/04/fuck-shit-piss-ass-fuck.html' title='Fuck Shit Piss Ass FUCK'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-8795884085275184040</id><published>2010-04-09T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T09:16:39.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contact Lenses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MVA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parallel'/><title type='text'>Tra-la-la.....FUCK!</title><content type='html'>So my driving test is tomorrow, that should be interesting. I really hope I don't fail. I need to look up everythign again and go over it, that way it's not horrible. I think this is just driving, not any written or oral exam. My only real concern is parallel parking, I think I'm good on everything else. 9:30 at the MVA tomorrow. Ugh. I hate waking up early on weekends, but now that I go to sleep at earlier hours, it is a bit easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered three things this past week and they should be here by next Friday. If they aren't, I'm going to TUCKAHOE! &amp;gt;D But seriously, the better be here. I want to have fun-times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered contact lenses because I need new ones. I'm on my last pair and I do not have glasses to use. So yeah, I definitely need them if I want to function properly. I WANT TO SEE MOMMA! TT__TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also ordered a video camera. It's super special awesome from what I've watched and read, so hopefully it'll give me what I want. The third thing is just a 8gb memory card. I can't freaking wait for this thing to come in. I'm all a flutter in excitement. I want to be able to shoot outside and make zombie movies of doom. So yes, when I get it, you will be the first to know and I shall link all videos here from my youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which....BITCHES GO LOOK AT MY YOUTUBE!&lt;br /&gt;Keep the Dream Alive,&lt;br /&gt;Jupitard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-8795884085275184040?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/8795884085275184040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/04/tra-la-lafuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/8795884085275184040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/8795884085275184040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/04/tra-la-lafuck.html' title='Tra-la-la.....FUCK!'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-3082985572166307720</id><published>2010-03-30T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T06:50:59.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright then...</title><content type='html'>What shall I do with my life?&lt;br /&gt;I want to be someone funky and happy, that has money (not rich, but enough) and not afraid to do what I want.&lt;br /&gt;So far, I have some work to do. I'm going to try my hand at a few things, but I shall need equipment. The two main things I need are an uber awesome camera and an uber awesome video camera. I can probably borrow Mitzi's camera as I need it, but I want a video camera for everyday use and to make epicness on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll add more to this later, call it a preview.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-3082985572166307720?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/3082985572166307720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/03/alright-then.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/3082985572166307720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/3082985572166307720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/03/alright-then.html' title='Alright then...'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-428715807643366120</id><published>2010-03-25T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T06:22:23.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy shit!</title><content type='html'>Well would you look at that?&lt;br /&gt;I login and see that I have not one, but TWO followers. Since when did that happen? Teehee. Anyway, I like having stalkers, you never know, maybe I'll get a bloody comment or two on this bloggy. I doubt it, considering I don't really write that much. Or maybe I do to some people.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I love you Jass and Aiden.&lt;br /&gt;I mostly love Jass, for her awesome singin' and cosplay foolery.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS COSPLAY!&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try to work on that shit after my birthday, which is on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;At the current time I have 3 dollars in my bank account.&lt;br /&gt;Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;I should be getting more on Sunday, for reasons that are completely unrelated to birthday unfun. Yes, unfun. I have to go to my Aunts to see my Grandparents on my fathers side. I hate going over there, I always get so bored. It makes me rather angry that I have to go there when I REEEEAAAALLLY don't want to. I thought birthdays' are about having fun and being happy all day, not angry and bored.&lt;br /&gt;Meh, what do I know? I'll be 19 and have soooo much to learn. Damnit, I've been on the planet for over 18 years, I should be able to do what I want.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Yay for being a child.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, just get through it by making fun of midgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the Dream Alive,&lt;br /&gt;Jupitard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-428715807643366120?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/428715807643366120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/03/holy-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/428715807643366120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/428715807643366120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/03/holy-shit.html' title='Holy shit!'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-5201388695216962792</id><published>2010-03-23T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T06:29:51.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck this shit.</title><content type='html'>Seriously, my nose needs to stop this. It's not funny. Being stuffed up and gross is not fun. I've been like this for a couple days now and it's pissing me off. None of the nasal decongestants I have work. I mean seriously. DayQuil and NyQuil aren't doing jack shit and it is seriously pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;I have to blow my nose every five seconds and I can't yawn without my throat tearing itself apart. What I want to know is, WHERE THE FUCK DID I GET IT!?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm never sick, and I'm not allergic to anything, where is this coming from? Why won't drugs work? It's not helping my stress level at all. I'm going home as soon as possible and taking a shower then passing the fuck out. Maybe play online or something, but most likely read what I have to for homework and die. Honestly I feel like shit. I don't want to go to PE and I don't want to go to Theatre but I have to. I don't want to, but I have to.&lt;br /&gt;RAAAAAAAGGGGGGEEEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-5201388695216962792?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/5201388695216962792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/03/fuck-this-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/5201388695216962792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/5201388695216962792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/03/fuck-this-shit.html' title='Fuck this shit.'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-6358388145752690165</id><published>2010-03-18T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T10:32:08.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOSFERATU ENJOYS CARTOON REFERENCES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JjFxajyUI/AAAAAAAAACM/ngCrHV_MQk8/s1600-h/noslight.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JjFxajyUI/AAAAAAAAACM/ngCrHV_MQk8/s320/noslight.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Who's flickering the lights? I AM MORTALS!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;These amazing contraptions that illuminate are simply wonderous to behold.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I shall go on a quest to find the brightest and largest light known to your puny world."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-6358388145752690165?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/6358388145752690165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/03/nosferatu-enjoys-cartoon-references.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/6358388145752690165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/6358388145752690165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/03/nosferatu-enjoys-cartoon-references.html' title='NOSFERATU ENJOYS CARTOON REFERENCES!'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JjFxajyUI/AAAAAAAAACM/ngCrHV_MQk8/s72-c/noslight.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-8868419816875542701</id><published>2010-03-12T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T08:50:44.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe in a thing called RAGE!</title><content type='html'>Just listen to the anger in my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I figured I would post today because I'm in such a deliciously good mood. With warmth and Invader Zim in my bag, I'm ready to take on the world! Of couse this is also due to it being Friday, next week is my Spring Break, and the fact that my one year anniversary with Aidou is tomorrow! SQUEE! I say SQUEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty now, lets get down with our bloggy selves.&lt;br /&gt;As stated above, my anniversary is tomorrow. I'm pretty excited for a few reasons. One is that none of my previous relationships have gone this long. Then again that was because I was experimenting with others instead of actually looking for a real relationship. I think the longest relationship I had was 3 months, merely for the fact he was in England. Thank goddess that bullshit is over. The other reason is that he's awesome, he makes me happy and does things for me. All hail being friends and then lovers! I'm actually his first girlfriend. So he's pretty happy too about the way things have worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I got my hair redone on Tuesday. It is now a darker color in the back, and many say they like it better this way. To be honest, when I first saw it done after hours of work, I thought my head looked like a Blackbottom. Tony at Jolie Tete did my hair as usual. Apparently because I had waited so long, my hair wasn't taking the bleach or whatever as well. We ended up having to do it three times before it was alright. My poor scalp. We were halfway through the third bleaching process when two "sceneish" girls came in and were talking like mad. I swear I wanted to beat them in the face. So bloody annoying. Luckily, I got them to shut up for a few minutes when I stood up, took off the cape and VIOLA! There are my boobs! Poor flat-chested midgets knew then to stop. :D Damn straight I take pride in my breasts! Saku wants a monument build to immortalize them and a law that would force me to show cleavage at all times. Silly Saku, boobs are for Aidou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As do most classes as the year progresses, my math class is getting harder. I don't mind going, but I know that in the end, my grade won't be as good as I want it to be. Maybe I should get a tutor, but I abhor staying at school any more than I have to. At the moment I'm doing fine, keeping everything above a 75%. I'm suprised at how well my grades are looking when I get tests and quizzes back. But now we're starting to get into more complicated material, and it's only a matter of time before I get behind. Hopefully by the end of the semester I won't want to cry and lay down in a ditch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the current time it's raining outside. This I don't mind, seeing as the world has decided it is now Spring, everything is so much warmer out. I don't even have to wear a coat! All I need is my tattered cover up and I can rock on in comfort! We're under a flood watch until tomorrow night due to the apparently epic rain we'll be getting. My umbrella's lost in my room. Ugh. Now I'll have to clean enough so I can find them. My room is currently a death trap of doom. None may enter save me, it's so horrid. Luckily I can zoom clean and hide eveything under towels so it looks somewhat acceptable. Damn me for moving into a smaller room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bringing all three DvD's of Invader Zim over to Aidous house today for a marathon. It shall be fun! *evil laugh* I can't wait. I get to have two things I love at once! HELL YEAH! I don't think he's seen all the episodes, so I'll give him the full thing. I love Jhonen Vasquez' stuff. Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, Squee, I Feel Sick, and IZ are ever so epic. I'm a little sad how commercial IZ has become. They sell stuff with its characters on it in Hot Topic. But you know what, go Jhonen for getting the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I realize this is probably the longest post I have ever made. Once I'm finished I'll probably throw it into Microsoft Word to see how many pages and words it is. Goddess technology is amazing. The internet is amazing and NOT JUST FOR PORN! :D Alright, one more topic, then conclusion and WOOT you have a bloggy post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got the most glorious sleep I think I've ever had. I went to bed at 10pm, as I seem to do quite often these days, and I woke up at 712ish when my father woke me up to drive to college. I can't imagine why I was so rested. Perhaps it was the delicious food I stuffed myself with beforehand? Perhaps it was the fact that I had finished all the work I had to do before Spring Break. Or maybe that I was going to be going to my boyfriends house the next day. The world will never know. In any case, I was extremely pleased and so far in an awesometastic mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, for you fools who are actually reading this, I shall end your torture.&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A SUPER SPECIAL AWESOME DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the Dream Alive,&lt;br /&gt;~Jupitard~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S This not included, it was 926 words and two pages.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-8868419816875542701?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/8868419816875542701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-believe-in-thing-called-rage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/8868419816875542701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/8868419816875542701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-believe-in-thing-called-rage.html' title='I believe in a thing called RAGE!'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-7478699496853917535</id><published>2010-03-08T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T06:49:47.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on a Boat bitch.</title><content type='html'>Alright, updating since last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was bsed through as usual. Nothing really interesting in my life. Then BAMPH! Friday comes along. I hung out with Boyo, then got whisked off to Sakus.&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't home from school yet, so I was there with her mom, brother and sister-in-law. It wasn't unbearable, considering I like the former two. Saku finally got home and then there were presents. She got a real sword, not any ornamental crap. Chiyo and her boy came over, then B&amp;amp;B and WE came as well. To be honest I'm not really myself with them, merely because they aren't really my type of people. WE and MB are fine. We made our way out to see Alice, twas awesome, had fun afterwards before dropping everyone off.&lt;br /&gt;At 1:30 in the morning, Saku and I came back to her house, ate brownies, and then went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've slept on thier couch before, but thanks to amazing new blanket technologies, it was the comfiest I'd ever been. I slept until 10:30. HELL YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was filled with Boyo and goodness.&lt;br /&gt;Had to go see "She Loves Me" for school. I hated it and we left before the second act began. Honestly, it just bored me to tears. The day was then filled with Layla, Boyo, and Big Bang. Happy goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, obviously I'm not my regular self. I'm rather incoherent today. I don't know why, but perhaps we shall find out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the fact that Spring Break is just around the corner...hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the Dream Alive,&lt;br /&gt;~Jupitard~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-7478699496853917535?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/7478699496853917535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-on-boat-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/7478699496853917535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/7478699496853917535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-on-boat-bitch.html' title='I&apos;m on a Boat bitch.'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-3623479081035900521</id><published>2010-03-01T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T09:11:48.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy March!</title><content type='html'>It's March first! Do you know what that means?&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you five seconds.........FIVE!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it means that I have an assload of birthdays coming up. HOLY CRAP! Seriously, like almost everyone I know is born in March. Not really, but still. Now I have to be ready for this. Presents and cake and all that jazz. However the most important thing is...it's going to be MY birthday on the 28th! Yes, I have an evil March birthday too!&lt;br /&gt;It's magical.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's not too cold, I reaaaallly don't want it to be cold and rainy on my birthday, it normally is and I hate it. Last year was pretty awesome. But now there's no space to do what we did and I don't think we'll be doing anything big.&lt;br /&gt;Hey! There's an idea. If I find a space we can do a cosplay making party? I dunno. It's something to think about I guess.&lt;br /&gt;But I think for presents I'll go back to Michaels and get things to make Lolita hats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could even make one for Aidou's mom.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm hungry, so I think I'll go get a bite to eat or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the Dream Alive&lt;br /&gt;~Jupitard~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-3623479081035900521?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/3623479081035900521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-march.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/3623479081035900521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/3623479081035900521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-march.html' title='Happy March!'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-219410957611040088</id><published>2010-02-25T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T06:35:59.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooohh my abs are on fiiiiaaaaaaa</title><content type='html'>Yeah...belly dancing does that.&lt;br /&gt;Hula hooping does that...FUCK YOU WII FIT!! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is obviously going to be an uber short post, I'm not in a huge typing mood.&lt;br /&gt;Depending on where I am, I'll probably let Nosferatu take over sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;He's sitting next to me, staring at the computer screen and then looking back to me and glaring.&lt;br /&gt;Ernya=Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also...FUCK YOU BLEEDING MOUTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss Kiss Bang Bang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Jupitard~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-219410957611040088?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/219410957611040088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/02/oooohh-my-abs-are-on-fiiiiaaaaaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/219410957611040088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/219410957611040088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/02/oooohh-my-abs-are-on-fiiiiaaaaaaa.html' title='Oooohh my abs are on fiiiiaaaaaaa'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-1951167855140654353</id><published>2010-02-24T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T08:49:57.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm....</title><content type='html'>I have so much work to do, it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do an assload of English, and Theatre, and only a wee bit of Math. Nothing's truly insane except English, I have so much backwork to do, but I'm too goddamn lazy to do it. I swear this upcoming weekend will be nothing but english work until it's done. Sorry Aidou, but the work has to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I'm working on my English paper, which for at the moment, is kinda done. We have peer reviews today and the final draft is due on Friday. Hopefully nothing else will be due, I don't believe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even started on my bloody Theatre paper, that'll probably be after I catch up with English, depending on whichever is due first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I don't post a lot in here, and hopefully with Nosferatu as a constant reminder to show himself to the world I'll at least be able to keep up with that. It's actually kind of wierd how this is though. I feel like I've written an assload and it'll just keep going on&amp;nbsp; and on forever, but when I publish the post, it's so little. When the bar next to me is smaller than my nail, that's when I feel accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;It's just pages and pages of writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know some people use this as a kind of diary, but I know better than that. Even though no one reads this, I wouldn't post my heart on here for others to make fun of and rip apart. People I don't even know, people I've never met can just sit there by the comfort of thier computer chair or bed, eating snacks, getting drunk, making fun of me just because they can. So yeah...not in the real mood for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering about AdSense. I mean, those who actually do come here, I could make money off of you! :D However I'm wondering how much and if it's worth it. Meh, again, I'll find people who've actually done it and see what they think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it's nommage time I think, however that involves getting my ass up, getting food, and then trudging off somewhere where I can eat before class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my mission, and I will take it now. No explosions neccessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, LUL at iGoogle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the Dream Alive,&lt;br /&gt;~Jupitard~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-1951167855140654353?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/1951167855140654353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/02/hmmm.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/1951167855140654353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/1951167855140654353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/02/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm....'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-2510942550242806367</id><published>2010-02-23T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T13:43:20.052-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nosferatu'/><title type='text'>NOSFERATU DISLIKES THEATRE WORKSHEET</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S4RJd6rSWuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QAAVLOWSaww/s1600-h/rawr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S4RJd6rSWuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QAAVLOWSaww/s400/rawr.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I had to sit for a whole hour and fifteen minutes watching this woman in class...boring boring boring...."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-2510942550242806367?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/2510942550242806367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/02/nosferatu-dislikes-theatre-worksheet.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/2510942550242806367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/2510942550242806367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/02/nosferatu-dislikes-theatre-worksheet.html' title='NOSFERATU DISLIKES THEATRE WORKSHEET'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S4RJd6rSWuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QAAVLOWSaww/s72-c/rawr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-8452603659510236811</id><published>2010-02-23T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T13:42:56.356-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mountain Dew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nosferatu'/><title type='text'>Nosferatu Loves the Dew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S4RG7xHEejI/AAAAAAAAAA0/PnD9Gyjy84k/s1600-h/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S4RG7xHEejI/AAAAAAAAAA0/PnD9Gyjy84k/s400/002.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I do believe I have found an amazing modern marvel, which, as explained by the woman, I can get whenever I want through a...vending machine. Or, if I'm 'good' she shall buy some for me."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I do believe, I'm in love."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-8452603659510236811?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/8452603659510236811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/02/nosferatu-loves-dew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/8452603659510236811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/8452603659510236811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/02/nosferatu-loves-dew.html' title='Nosferatu Loves the Dew'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S4RG7xHEejI/AAAAAAAAAA0/PnD9Gyjy84k/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-7440866125888992163</id><published>2010-02-23T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T13:09:54.286-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wicked Winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nosferatu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maryland'/><title type='text'>MARYLAND WELCOMES NOSFERATU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S4RB03sunzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/were2ZCZz28/s1600-h/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S4RB03sunzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/were2ZCZz28/s400/008.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"At the end of our weekend journey..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"We stopped at a rest stop in order to get the driver and the woman&amp;nbsp;sustenance. Keeping them awake was indeed a good thing. There were people everywhere, and a car alarm kept going off, twas quite an annoying noise. I was happy to leave."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Yes...I know...I'm fucking adorable."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-7440866125888992163?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/7440866125888992163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/02/maryland-welcomes-nosferatu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/7440866125888992163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/7440866125888992163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/02/maryland-welcomes-nosferatu.html' title='MARYLAND WELCOMES NOSFERATU!'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S4RB03sunzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/were2ZCZz28/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-7988772081284233072</id><published>2010-02-23T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T13:09:12.505-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voltaire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wicked Winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nosferatu'/><title type='text'>Nosferatu Meets: Voltaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S4Q2hw4-8FI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mzH_At5Q6Fc/s1600-h/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S4Q2hw4-8FI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mzH_At5Q6Fc/s400/006.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;"In the cleavage I can be seen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;"Here we are with this amazing man by the name of Voltaire. A face incredibly memorable, I daresay the lad is almost as attractive as me! It's quite obvious the poor lass wasn't having the greatest hair at the time, but from my position in her luscious bosom, all was forgiven."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;"This was indeed a&amp;nbsp;wondrous&amp;nbsp;weekend, and I shall be looking forward to other&amp;nbsp;occurrences&amp;nbsp;like it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;"The woman will be posting as she takes pictures of me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-7988772081284233072?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/7988772081284233072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/02/nosferatu-meets-voltaire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/7988772081284233072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/7988772081284233072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/02/nosferatu-meets-voltaire.html' title='Nosferatu Meets: Voltaire'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S4Q2hw4-8FI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mzH_At5Q6Fc/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-7411607152864279940</id><published>2010-02-23T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T12:09:05.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ENTER NOSFERATU!</title><content type='html'>So yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend at Wicked Winter, I found the most amazing thing: a man. He's smaller than my hand, thinner than my wrist, but captured my heart in mere seconds of meeting him. He looked at me and spoke in a stare. A stare that said, put me in your cleavage and I'll love you forever. I happily&amp;nbsp;obliged. Now, what is his name, you ask? It's one simple word, you've heard it before, many many a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosferatu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought him and into the cleavage he went. The entire event we spoke of places we'd like to go, and then an idea came about. Why not take pictures of the places you've been and show the world just how amazing we are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it shall happen. My next posts will be of the dashing Nosferatu, and what he thinks of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the dream alive,&lt;br /&gt;~Jupitard~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-7411607152864279940?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/7411607152864279940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/02/enter-nosferatu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/7411607152864279940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/7411607152864279940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/02/enter-nosferatu.html' title='ENTER NOSFERATU!'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-3353198379412080032</id><published>2010-01-16T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T23:29:28.166-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D.C.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vapiano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International Spy Museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perfect Girl Evolution'/><title type='text'>Secret Agent Man~</title><content type='html'>So yes, today I went with Boyo to Jaci's birthday party. We pretty much went to the International Spy Museum, the others were late so we hung out with AmberEye for an hour or so. Finally once they arrived we bought our tickets and got ready to have some fun. It was amusing since there were seven of us, we all knew our "Spy Names" so it wasn't too much trouble. Xippy and I'd gone before, but this time I spent my energy on cracking the safe. I did  it! Unfortunately I couldn't find the right key in time to get what we needed. (Teehee, no spoilers for you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, we ended up not going to Vapiano's like we planned, but that was fine with Aidou and I. We got back on the metro and went to his house. We watched a movie, played the new WiiFit games and watched tv. It was a lot of fun. I love spending my days with that one. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is coming up soon and I need to go to the school next week to get my books. Mayhaps I shall go on Monday, but it'll probably be closed because of the Holiday. I dunno, we'll see as it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently reading Perfect Girl Evolution, and it's amazing. Devil child with pretty boys. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to continue that, thought I'd just give a little update and see how the world is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-3353198379412080032?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/3353198379412080032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/01/secret-agent-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/3353198379412080032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/3353198379412080032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/01/secret-agent-man.html' title='Secret Agent Man~'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-7144602766181701954</id><published>2010-01-13T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T18:14:41.252-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Otakon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miniskirt Army'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maryland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baltimore'/><title type='text'>Alright, this'll become something of use, I promise.</title><content type='html'>I may turn this into something fully MSA related, or a mix of that and everything else. I don't know at the moment but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get the Skirts to give up ideas for Otakon 2010. So far only the constant Risemball and dinner/meetup. I'm fine with both of these ideas, however there are issues that have to be cleared up beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we were to do Risemball, we'd need a field/space to play. Obviously at the BCC, there really isn't anywhere we could do it unless someone found an area nearby. For a dinner, we'd need to know who is actually coming, if they're bringing anyone, where we're meeting/eating/both, and whatever the restaurant requires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Otakon cosplay, I will only be doing two outfits. One being Marie Mjolnir from SoulEater and the other, which really isn't cosplay, but meh, is my Miniskirt Army Uniform. I've wanted to make it or ages and it never ended up as is should, so yeah...I is going to hopefully make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had good holidays, whichever they may celebrate. Christmas certainly kicked ass for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the Dream Alive,&lt;br /&gt;~Jupitard~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-7144602766181701954?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/7144602766181701954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/01/alright-thisll-become-something-of-use.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/7144602766181701954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/7144602766181701954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2010/01/alright-thisll-become-something-of-use.html' title='Alright, this&apos;ll become something of use, I promise.'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-4157873497062346075</id><published>2009-12-16T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:14:52.260-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jupitard'/><title type='text'>Ahhh...one more to go!</title><content type='html'>Yup, that's right! I only have one more exam and then I'm done with the Fall Semester. Wowzertron. My first semester at college. At the very least I can say that it went by pretty damn fast. I've met some interesting people who will hopefully still appear in my college life. I'm waiting eagerly for tomorrow to be done. Though, it won't be that long of a wait. I'll go to bed in a few hours and then wake up at six in the morning(yay) to get to my school by eight, that's when my exam starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of worried about my math course, but we'll see. I hope this last exam, German, goes smoothly. Today I took my Speech test and I think I'll be okay in that class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I'm rather annoyed with people who lump certain people together. I mean, I'm my own person aren't I? When I text you to see how you're doing, do you really have to say "I miss you guys"? Just because I live with them doesn't mean they're the ones asking about you. If they were, they would have texted you themselves. If I ask for someone else, I'll tell you. But if I text you, I'm speaking and only responding to comments and query's pertaining to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a better note, Keebler&amp;c Almond Crescents are the best fucking cookie ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the Dream Alive,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Jupitard~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-4157873497062346075?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/4157873497062346075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2009/12/ahhhone-more-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/4157873497062346075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/4157873497062346075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2009/12/ahhhone-more-to-go.html' title='Ahhh...one more to go!'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-147809607629219823</id><published>2009-12-13T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:06:41.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White and Nerdy</title><content type='html'>Sorry about the lack of posting, but I've been busy with school and other lovely things. This weeks is finals. Speaking of which I have one in 11 and a half hours. WOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, just wanted to put up the link to the awesomeness that is my youtube account. This is pretty much the horror that happened last night.&lt;br /&gt;Bahama Mamas&lt;br /&gt;Dancing&lt;br /&gt;More bad dancing&lt;br /&gt;More bad dancing&lt;br /&gt;Cake&lt;br /&gt;Scary fabulousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here ya go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/KagomeHonda"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the Dream Alive,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Jupitard~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-147809607629219823?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/147809607629219823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2009/12/white-and-nerdy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/147809607629219823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/147809607629219823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2009/12/white-and-nerdy.html' title='White and Nerdy'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-2433272311563404637</id><published>2009-12-03T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T09:39:57.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='German'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMNOMNOM'/><title type='text'>WHOOT MULTITASKING!</title><content type='html'>And yes, I realize the word "tit" is in that "title". *snicker*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I find myself again in the language lab, workin' on German. Weirdest thing, Quia went down! Holy crap! At least I'll have an excuse for not working on it if it doesn't come back up soon. I realize that I am probably only talking to myself on here, but I don't really care. At least people will be able to see my old posts and shiz. I suppose that I should go eat, considering the website I need is down. I wonder what's going on with Quia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, off to foodening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the Dream Alive,&lt;br /&gt;~Jupitard~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-2433272311563404637?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/2433272311563404637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2009/12/whoot-multitasking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/2433272311563404637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/2433272311563404637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2009/12/whoot-multitasking.html' title='WHOOT MULTITASKING!'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-4291679060847531294</id><published>2009-12-02T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:13:26.373-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='X-Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rogue'/><title type='text'>Hurr ya go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/SxdHRudes3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/jGG7HfL05bQ/s1600-h/002638%5B1%5Dmonkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/SxdHRudes3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/jGG7HfL05bQ/s200/002638%5B1%5Dmonkey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410871847163966322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUWAHAHAHAHAHA! THE HAIR OF DOOM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I love my hair, I washed it and thankfully the blonde did not turn pink. I would've cried if it did. I blow dried it :O and put the oil stuff in before attempting to straighten it. Jeebus christ bananas....My hair is not as straight and pretty, it's more poofy and has a lot of flyaways, I don't have the gook he had to make it nice and neat. Though, my hair is pretty damn soft. It's never been this soft before, and I kinda like the poofy straightness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to bed, just thought I'd put up the picture that I promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the Dream Alive,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Jupitard~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-4291679060847531294?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/4291679060847531294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2009/12/hurr-ya-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/4291679060847531294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/4291679060847531294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2009/12/hurr-ya-go.html' title='Hurr ya go!'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/SxdHRudes3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/jGG7HfL05bQ/s72-c/002638%5B1%5Dmonkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-6549643807280552182</id><published>2009-12-01T09:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T09:39:05.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy crap! Does it work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-6549643807280552182?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/6549643807280552182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2009/12/holy-crap-does-it-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/6549643807280552182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/6549643807280552182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2009/12/holy-crap-does-it-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-7248757489778888536</id><published>2009-12-01T09:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T09:34:08.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well....</title><content type='html'>I got my hair done, it's not white, but very very blonde. I have to find a shampoo that has the toner in it so I can make it brighter while I wash it. Meh, hopefully it'll be awesome. Tony(the hair stylist) did a kickass job and even straightened my hair. Holy shit! It looks amazing and I'll hopefully be able to throw a picture up here later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently in the computer lab at college, I should be doing my German, but I guess I'm taking a break. I wonder how long I should stay in here. Maybe I'll leave at one so I can get some nommage before my two o'clocka class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knees are going off again, second time this period. It's freaking wierd. Normally I get it right before it starts or during, but this time I got both. It's times like these that I wish I was a man. But then I remember the distaste of having something constantly between my legs. *shudder* Not something I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of letting the advertisement drones have this, but I do believe I have to give them my social security. I don't know why, maybe because they're paying you and it's considered income that's taxed? Meh, I shall have to speak with the smarter people about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I suppose I should get back to work, I can't wait for this semester to be over and I hope my grades come out okay. I have to type up something for english for tomorrow. Damn, I wanted to go to sleep as soon as I got home since I can't go see A. He's in trouble for grades. Poor boy, I know the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, off I go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the Dream Alive,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Jupitard~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-7248757489778888536?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/7248757489778888536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2009/12/well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/7248757489778888536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/7248757489778888536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2009/12/well.html' title='Well....'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-1840809761179380007</id><published>2009-11-27T22:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T23:21:24.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.marveldirectory.com/pictures/individuals/r_1d/rogue/rogue3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 465px; height: 396px;" src="http://www.marveldirectory.com/pictures/individuals/r_1d/rogue/rogue3.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm getting my hair dyed tomorrow! Well...not so much tomorrow, but today, in less than ten hours!&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, again, that's when my appointment is, not when the actual dying process begins. Not that it's any big deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anywho! I am getting my hair dyed like Original Rogue's from the X-Men. I've always liked her hair and my mother's wanted me to do it for years, so hell, I figured I'd finally do it. Something different, considering I've always been pretty tame for my hair color, the most outlandish I've done was green tips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the moment I'm sitting in my/s-t-b-step sisters room on my bed, roleplaying, playing bubble-shooter, jamming out to music and eating fruit! The only way this could be better is if I had my A and it was warm. Though if I had him, it probably would be pretty warm already ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a nice Turkey Day Eve and Turkey Day with my A and it was a good time. We played Monopoly and they have freaking credit cards now, not the paper money. Times, they are a-changin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so I'm going to have a great day today! Okay! After the crap that happened at 8:50 last night, I wasn't happy. They weren't my group, they weren't anything I could latch onto, and those I normally spoke to were acting fucking weird. But in any case, that's past me, and all is well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and if none of you know what Original Rogue looks like, LOOK ABOVE THE POST~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep the Dream Alive, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jupitard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-1840809761179380007?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/1840809761179380007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2009/11/hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/1840809761179380007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/1840809761179380007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2009/11/hair.html' title='Hair'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-3800287377772672879</id><published>2009-11-16T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:55:04.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All we wanna do is eat your brains...in AMERICA!</title><content type='html'>We're not unreasonable, I mean no one's gonna eat your eyes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the paper has been handed in and the five-minute speech has been given. I feel like a huge weight and sickness has been lifted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The paper was just handed in and I just let out a huge sigh and went through the class like normal. It was a bit odd being late to my favorite class, but it's alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I appeared to my next class and handed in all this crap, then handed in the outline and bibliography. I was the a/v person so I got everyones flashies and then waited and did them as I went. After watching everyone, I didn't feel any better about doing the speech, but what the hell. So, when it was my time, I got up and had someone do my visuals. I was nervous and tripping over myself. But then I just told her to run my stuff and I just babbled on about Cosplay for 5 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently I'm awesome because it worked and everybody loved it, including my teacher. So yeah....bleh. But anywho, all's well that ends well. I got the german mostly done, well, to a point where I can survive with the grade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, I think I'm going off to bed now....well, maybe once I get to the Duke Devlin epidsode :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tristan-CAT FIGHT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PILLOW FIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mud wrestling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bakura- Embroidery contest?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*everyone stares* What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep the Dream Alive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jupitard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-3800287377772672879?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/3800287377772672879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-we-wanna-do-is-eat-your-brainsin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/3800287377772672879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/3800287377772672879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-we-wanna-do-is-eat-your-brainsin.html' title='All we wanna do is eat your brains...in AMERICA!'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-1488777820044217824</id><published>2009-11-15T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:08:36.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember kids, gambling is good for you!</title><content type='html'>Yeah....thanks to Ducttapealchemy.wordpress.com, I'm watching Yu-Gi-Oh the Abridged series again. Even though I should be going to sleep. Last night I stayed up until four in the morning....oh yeah I wrote about that...ugh..I have nothing too interesting to write at the moment. My work is done, but the real problem is doing the damn speech tomorrow.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already had my freak out about all of it, and hopefully I'll be good by tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okey dokey...got distracted by certain comics....and...HOLY SHIT DID I JUST KILL A GAY CLOWN?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TT_TT NYUUUU!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, off to sleep, mayhaps have something interesting to write later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep the Dream Alive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jupitard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-1488777820044217824?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/1488777820044217824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2009/11/remember-kids-gambling-is-good-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/1488777820044217824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/1488777820044217824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2009/11/remember-kids-gambling-is-good-for-you.html' title='Remember kids, gambling is good for you!'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-6140329967410165859</id><published>2009-11-15T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T00:44:23.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed I Go...</title><content type='html'>When the dogs start complaining that you're up too late, it's time to go to bed. 4 in the morning...why? &lt;div&gt;The answer is schoolwork and webcomics....fuckin a.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least the next part of my work is on something I like, so I should be more focused tomorrow. See how everything goes. May have to get Mother to get me a flash drive. I don't recall where my last one ran off to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aidou would prolly kill me right now for staying up so late...well...meh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night ya'll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep the Dream Alive, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Jupitard~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-6140329967410165859?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/6140329967410165859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2009/11/bed-i-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/6140329967410165859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/6140329967410165859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2009/11/bed-i-go.html' title='Bed I Go...'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486129521153380489.post-3595561185708354201</id><published>2009-11-10T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T15:59:56.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amusing...</title><content type='html'>The longer this year goes on, the thinner spread and weaker I seem. 18 is not such a fun year, and hopefully by the end of it I'll know just what the hell I want to do with my life. At the moment I'm about as clueless as can be and that fact alone really pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself being drawn to more distractions; books, movies, random things on the internet. I feel like it's my one escape from everything. Even when I'm with my boyfriend my mind is sometimes drawn away. My family is distant, and I'm left to try to bridge gaps. Not saying this fact is all bad, seeing as there is some family I'd rather not see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classes in college are boring and non too interesting. I figure I might as well get a degree in English and then do as I please. Once I get a diploma they'll all shut up and I'll be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When first presented with the concept of college, I wanted to go, merely at the thought of being away from my family. This, never ended up happening as I go to community college. Presently, at the mention of going away I just shake my head. I couldn't leave for one reason and one reason alone, AH. I couldn't leave him and I wouldn't leave him. Some may think that silly, but honestly when he's the only good constant in my life, why the hell would I want that gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know none of these things seem amusing, however they are to me; making me laugh at what's going on in my life. Sometimes you need a laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Jimmy Buffett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn straight JB, damn straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the Dream Alive,&lt;br /&gt;Jupitard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486129521153380489-3595561185708354201?l=jupitard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/feeds/3595561185708354201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2009/11/amusing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/3595561185708354201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486129521153380489/posts/default/3595561185708354201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jupitard.blogspot.com/2009/11/amusing.html' title='Amusing...'/><author><name>Jupitard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377417880246290204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POGtimgT3ZI/S6JgxKueL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/XUVI7emBBf4/S220/002638%5B5%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
