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  <title>Flabbergasted!</title>
  <subtitle>Your daily dose of random</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Andi</name>
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  <updated>2007-05-20T15:30:05Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ivoryice:3315</id>
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    <title>Sleep</title>
    <published>2007-05-20T15:30:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-20T15:30:05Z</updated>
    <category term="riddles"/>
    <category term="mirrormask"/>
    <category term="sleep"/>
    <category term="sick"/>
    <category term="funny"/>
    <lj:music>annoying, over-enthusiastic commercial voices</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I went to&amp;nbsp;bed at 6:30 last night, and I slept for 14 hours. I have a party today. I most likely have a fever (I have meds in me, so we can't tell. I had a 99.0 with tylenol and an advil. I really don't want to go to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Mirrormask yesterday. I love that movie. Mom and Lissa loved it too. They thought it was funny. Especially the riddles. And they liked trying to figure it out. That was funny for me.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ivoryice:2871</id>
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    <title>Pictures</title>
    <published>2007-05-19T00:09:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-19T00:09:23Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>*coughs*</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Okay, so I just took some really awesome pictures of myself, so now I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I'm sick. *sneezes*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ivoryice:2697</id>
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    <title>Hands</title>
    <published>2007-05-19T00:07:29Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-19T00:07:29Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>chirping birds</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My mom has my grandfather's hands.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ivoryice:2511</id>
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    <title>Eyes</title>
    <published>2007-05-17T00:55:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-17T00:55:38Z</updated>
    <category term="expressionless"/>
    <category term="pupils"/>
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    <lj:music>the yahoo commercial</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I think eyes (pupils in specific) are the most expressionless part of any animal. I find them evil, and they make me have the sensation that the owner of the eyes is dead. Or not real. No depth. I hate pupils. Don't look me in the eye, because I will end our conversation immediately and walk away. You think eyes show emotion? Well, cover up the area between below the eyebrow up, and the bridge of the nose down. Now, make an angry face at someone else. Can they guess your emotion? NO. THEY CAN'T. Emotion is created by the face. Eyes are useless. The only thing they're good at is taking in. Vision, souls. Anything. That's another thing. When someone looks in my eyes, it feels like they're sucking out my soul, whether it be small portions at a time, or just everything at once until I break eye contact. So yeah. I have nothing against irises, though. I think they're beautiful. But useless. So. End.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ivoryice:2300</id>
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    <title>Miko</title>
    <published>2007-04-22T00:43:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-22T00:43:08Z</updated>
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    <category term="runaway cat"/>
    <category term="concert"/>
    <category term="lost"/>
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    <lj:music>whispers from the tv in the living room</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Okay. So I almost lost my cat today. She's an indoor only cat, by the way. Otherwise the story won't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom answered the door because the Chinese delivery guy was here. My mom swung the door open about two-thirds of the way to a right angle, so it was open pretty far, and my mom's not that big. There was a big gap between her foot and the door. While the man was telling my mom how much she owed, Miko trotted over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The cat, the cat!" I&amp;nbsp;bellow to my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I've got the door," she responded. But I was&amp;nbsp;sitting right behind her, and Miko was&amp;nbsp;right in front of the gap between the door and her foot. Obviously not blocked. Miko's tail was swinging back and forth. She was sniffing the area around the door and my mom's foot, acting like she&amp;nbsp;wasn't looking or thinking about the gap. But I could tell... She acts like that when she's about to attack something that's offguard. She also does it when she's about to do something she knows is wrong and is feeling mischeivous, like when ever she's about to attack my legs when I'm just standing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped my book and got up, walking fast. I could tell Miko was&amp;nbsp;just about ready to take her chance. Just as I got behind the cat, and as mom&amp;nbsp;was handing the money to the delivery man, Miko&amp;nbsp;fast-trotted through the gap. My mom saw her.&lt;br /&gt;"No! Miko! Get back in the house," my mom yelled at her. We both push past the delivery man (who has a sort of unworried "Oh" expression on his face). We both saw how fast she was going. We were afraid that us coming after her would cause her to sprint away from us, like it usually does when we're in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the outside world is quite interesting and bright. She stopped to smell the mulch around the bushes, which is really only four or five feet away from the door. Maybe a little more. Mom got to her first, holding her with one arm beneath her front legs and belly exposed. I didn't really mind, even though it must have been a bit painful. I kind of thought she deserved it, after she knows we keep her away from the door and don't let her out of it for a reason. I took her from my mom and gave her a swat on the butt while still saying negative phrases at her so she'll associate bad feelings with the outside. All through this, the delivery man just sort of stood there, looking dull and waiting for his money.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The negative feelings towards doors should have worked this time too, since she got into the garage one time. She managed to get underneath the car and wouldn't come out. So, logically, my mom honked the horn. She shot back through the door and into the house. We both think she'll never try to get in there again. But I guess she was hoping that this door would be different, that we would let her go through it. But no. I'm just glad she didn't run, because we don't make her wear a collar around the house. She DOES have one of those microchip implants, though. Which is why she doesn't wear a collar all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;In other news:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I am trying to memorize Claire de Lune because I love it so much. And other people love it to. And it sounds complicated and pretty when I play it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am playing a concert that I get payed for. All in all, the people I'm doing it for will owe me $100! YAY! It makes me sooooo happy. It's because I've done two concerts for them. And I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who's done both of them (so I'm the only one getting $100).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week (from maybe Monday to Friday) I finished three books. One I finished AND started just Friday. The book before it, I finished in about a day. Thursday afternoon to Friday afternoon. Technically, I can't remember when exactly I started the third book, but I know I didn't dwell on it for too long. This has been the first time in probably half a year that I have been able to read books consecutively. And eat them up and let them consume me, just like I used to, before this school year started. I have been just reading one book about a month, when I was in the good moods. I guess my mood stabilizer really IS working. I'm starting to go back to normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this entry is pretty long already, so I think i'll end it. Now.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ivoryice:2014</id>
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    <title>Movie Day</title>
    <published>2007-04-20T20:52:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-20T20:52:18Z</updated>
    <category term="hair cut"/>
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    <category term="foreign flims"/>
    <category term="jokes"/>
    <category term="happy"/>
    <category term="refridgerators"/>
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    <category term="sister"/>
    <category term="toes"/>
    <lj:music>hum of the computer; dog howling</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm gonna try to write in this thing every day, if I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a happy day. It was full of many things that I never wanted to know about certain people, things I didn't want rubbing against me, and odd phrases. I didn't want to know that one of my friend's boyfriend's (who I see every day during band) has hairy nipples. I didn't want this same female friend to rub up against me so that another friend looked up and thought I was lesbian for about five seconds. Today during lunch, a friend described an internet joke, where a boy is beind raped, and the boy says, "But I poo out of there!" and the man responds, "Not right now you don't..." Which was rather awkward to hear. Yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was home when I got home. We played with the cat, and I filled her in on some things we've been trying to train Miko not to do. Like attacking the backs of our legs when we're walking because she's bored. It made my mom slam her foot into the couch and break a toe. For, like, the third time. But it's on the other foot this time, so I guess that's actually the first. But she has 3 broken toes in all. Wait, that sounds wrong... She doesn't have three broken toes RIGHT NOW, she HAS HAD three toes broken. Thaaaat's better. :D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And then I found a book that has Claire de Lune in it, which I've been trying to find since forever ago. While I was flipping to the page, my sister asked me to play a song that she hummed to me since she didn't know the name of it. I was suspicious of her, since it was the exact same song I was getting out. I played the first two pages while she read a book and ate yogurt next to me on the floor. Then she gave me a long hug (while I was still playing) and left when I was on the third page. After she left, I skipped the rest and played the last ten or so measures, which is my favorite part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I will be going to a friend's house to watch these other-language films with subtitles on (hopefully). I'm pretty sure they're in Hopi. But the reason we're watching them is because she happened to find the soundtrack to one of them and showed it to me. And the music was great. So now we're seeing the movies that go to the music. I'm really praying that they'll be at least slightly interesting, because they're a trilogy. Anyways, she has lots of food. She has TWO REFRIGERATORS! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;TWO!!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Which means I'm officially living at her house. But she only has a scoop left of the icecream she told me about yesterday, which I call "heart attack in a carton." It probably is, though, if you eat enough of it. I wish she had marshmallows. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something else I was going to talk about but I don't remember it. Hmmmm... I got a haircut, for those of you who don't know (*cough ERIKA cough*) and it's nice. I got it... last week? Wow. Was it really last week? God... Let's see, I got it on the Friday during spring break, but I don't remember when spring break was. Hm. I guess it WAS last week. Yeah. *sigh* I kinda want to keep talking, but I don't want this to get really long. Maybe I'll upload some knitting pictures tomorrow. I'm making a skirt. I want more friends on here.</content>
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    <title>Just had to post this</title>
    <published>2007-04-20T01:08:45Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-20T01:09:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I thought it was funny! And I had to. Found it on Star's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://memes.angrygoats.net/post/haiku" method="post"&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" bgcolor="#ddddff" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;a href="http://memes.angrygoats.net/"&gt;Haiku&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for ivoryice&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;blockquote align="right" style="text-align:right;border-right:1px solid #bbbbdd; padding:5px;"&gt; books hmm maybe they&lt;br /&gt;don't have to be about&lt;br /&gt;harry after this&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;input type="text" size="8" name="haiku_username" value="ivoryice" /&gt; @ &lt;select name="haiku_server"&gt;&lt;option value="aboutmylife.net"&gt;aboutmylife.net&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="advogato.org"&gt;advogato.org&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="blogger.com"&gt;blogger.com&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="blogs.gnome.org"&gt;blogs.gnome.org&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="blogspot.com"&gt;blogspot.com&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="deadjournal.com"&gt;deadjournal.com&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="greatestjournal.com"&gt;greatestjournal.com&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="insanejournal.com"&gt;insanejournal.com&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="livejournal.com" selected="selected"&gt;livejournal.com&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="myspace.com"&gt;myspace.com&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="spaces.msn.com"&gt;spaces.msn.com&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input value="ivoryice@livejournal.com" type="hidden" name="haiku_referrer" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="What&amp;#39;s my Haiku?"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#bbbbdd"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://grahame.livejournal.com/"&gt;Created by Grahame&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/form&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ivoryice:1327</id>
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    <title>Do you know what I hate?</title>
    <published>2007-04-20T00:51:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-20T00:51:50Z</updated>
    <category term="entry"/>
    <category term="reload"/>
    <category term="deleted"/>
    <category term="stupidinternet"/>
    <category term="killed"/>
    <content type="html">I hate browsers. Because I had this really long awesome entry that was pretty interesting and I spent 45 minutes writing. And then I went and accidentally pressed CTRL + R, and the page reloaded. And I lost it all. So. I'm going to go draw the internet on a piece of paper and kill it. A lot. And then I'll do it again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I'm back. And that's all I'm repeating of The Lost Entry, may it rest in pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ivoryice:1154</id>
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    <title>No Title</title>
    <published>2007-02-09T20:28:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-09T20:28:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>None</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today was a bad day.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ivoryice:823</id>
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    <title>Layout</title>
    <published>2007-02-09T01:50:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-09T01:50:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Pinback/Rasputina</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today I've mostly been trying to find a good layout, so extra-short entry today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided I am most likely going to start this story-blog-thing-journal on this accidental account I created here on LiveJournal. But I might not. I don't know yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ivoryice:546</id>
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    <title>Today</title>
    <published>2007-02-08T01:12:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-08T01:12:43Z</updated>
    <category term="random"/>
    <lj:music>movie in the background on the TV</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today I had alot of people confuse me. Or say something I didn't know. I was pretty much disoriented the entire day. It made me sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making a collection of random facts. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was going to make an entry yesterday because I covered my hand with ideas of what to write about, but I wanted to make sure I didn't forget any, so I typed a list. And that made me not want to post and entry. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found something out about Rusty and his exgirlfriend. He tends to be "touchy feely" with her still. And he needs to stop lying about his girlfriends and how close he is to getting sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like typing much. Maybe I'll tell you about this game I got from a TV show, at least I got the idea for it.&lt;br /&gt;Uhh... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done now.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ivoryice:425</id>
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    <title>Awkward</title>
    <published>2007-02-05T20:25:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-05T20:47:15Z</updated>
    <category term="nothing"/>
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    <lj:music>anything on Rhapsody</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hookey dookay. So yeah. This is my first entry. I don't know what I'll post here most of the time. I think later I'll obsess over my knitting (yes, I knit). But not now. Now I don't really feel like writing. Oh, I can post my stories on here! Wonderful! I never thought about that before I got this. I guess I was thinking everything had to be about myself, but it doesn't. Aren't I smart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Read more of Andi's ramblings..."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lately I've been thinking about the Harry Potter book that's coming out this July. At least, I THINK it's July. Pretty sure. But anyways, I remember that J.K. said it was going to be a series of 7 books, one for each year of school, right? Well isn't he skipping school in this next book? I don't know if something goes wrong and he somehow ends up being forced back to school...&amp;nbsp;Well, this is pretty much a pathetic little hope that there's going to be more than 7 books. Hmm... Maybe they don't have to be about Harry&amp;nbsp;after this series part is finished... Yeah!&amp;nbsp;That would be pretty awesome. But it's probably not going to&amp;nbsp;happen. Wasting space here, people. Yeah. Space. Lots of white space. I really need a layout. And everything that's supposed to be so spiffy about having your&amp;nbsp;own little page, like those user pictures.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I went over to Mary Beth's house and she has this really cool graphic pad that doubles as a mous pad for a cordless mouse. It is SOOO cool! And we were using it to draw things to these swedish people on MSN. It was really fun. It makes me want to get MSN so she'll draw stuff to me all the time. She's really good at art and stuff... I like it when she writes me notes and there's drawings on them ;D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sooo. I have to leave soon-ish. And sorry if there's any spelling mistakes or anything because I'm just trying to make it look like I'm actually talking about something and not just writing about random stuff to fill my first entry. Hm? Have a great day.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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