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Shout-outs are dead. :( But I'll probably get myself a warm fuzzy shoutbox.
It's aroundabouts 3:30, so Charlie should be arriving soon. My mom is making curried chicken for dinner (booyaka!) and I'll be meeting Charlie's dad for the first time.
o.O The hair salon I went to (Valerie's Hair Design on Route 7) looks quaint on the outside (it's a little white house with ivy and a couple of stone statues holding up the sign) but is like. . . like part of "the scene" on the inside. When we were there, there was a rock band having a photoshoot upstairs. How insane!?
In any case, I got a cool up-do so s'all good. I may just be a vision at Snowball, or. . . I might just be um. . . me?
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I think I might give myself a shoutbox, as opposed to comments. Yes, I think I might do that.
The problem with Italian food is that, two or three days later, you're hungry again.
. . . . . entries for 28.1.04 . . . . .
I should restore my comments. I will do that eventually. But not now. Not now.
For now. . . I will try to find Monstrous Regiment. I think that was the name of it. I have for too long been starved of Terry Pratchett, and have not died!
"Now these fine ladies, they had a plan!
They was out t'meet the boys in the band!
They said 'C'mon, dudes! Let's get it on!'
AND WE PROCEEDED TO TEAR! THAT! HO-TEL DOWN!"
Ah yes. . . AC/DC.
It's Wednesday night. Going back to the middle school for a visit was kind of disappointing. It was really structured (we weren't allowed to disrupt classes, damn it!) and I didn't get to see Mr. Adamo (ELA), Mrs. Millet-Wilson (maternity leave), or Mrs. Cavallaro (ELA).
Neopets is totally insane. If I ever get desperately bored I'm going to start a Final Fantasy summoned creature roleplay and see what happens. xD No, I *called* Bahamut ZERO, you bastards, YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM!!
I finished reading Lamb (The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal) a couple of nights ago. Good book. Andrea has a hold on it, so when I get back to school I will immediately return it.
It's my dad's 59th birthday today. Writing it down (or typing it) and actually looking at the number makes me realize what a *big* number it is. My dad's getting up there. Since he can't eat dairy stuff due to his treatment mom and I went out and got him cherry applesauce and cool whip and put a candle in it. He liked it, and he seemed in a good mood all day, so I was happy. ^.^
The card I gave him was one of those artsy poetic cards. This particular one had watercolor turtles on it. The message on the card (What is a Dad?) had nothing to do with turtles. There weren't even big turtles and little turtles, like, fathers and children, just turtles. So, in a desperate attempt to make the turtles tie in with the rest of the card, on the front (where it asked the profound question mentioned above) I wrote "a turtle, duh!" and on the inside (after writing the word "love" about a hundred times and several little hearts) I wrote "love, the turtles. . . no wait, Erin."
I hope he gets better soon, to whatever extent that phrase is applicable to the situation. I'm praying for him.
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I have decided a few things. I have decided that I am not a totally useless poet. I have also decided that Jetsams are quite possibly the best Neopet to have, ever.
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Your wings are DRAGON wings. Massive and
covered in scales, they shimmer with strength
and magic. They are the most obvious display of
your power - though it runs equally throughout
your heart and mind. You are uncompromising and
grave, with a profound sense of justice. You
have firm ideas about what is right and what is
wrong and set out to fix what problems you can.
You realize that you are more capable of
dealing with life and evil than most, and as
such you see it as your responsibility to
protect those who cannot defend themselves. You
have existed since antiquity and as such you
are wise far beyond your years in this
lifetime. While you strive for fairness and
peace, if someone should steal from your cave
of treasure (though not all that glitters is
gold) or compromise the happiness of you or one
who is close to you - they have signed their
death warrant. You have a mighty vengeance and
will unleash it upon such people immediately
and mercilessly. Arguing with you is
useless...you rarely back down and are known
for holding firm in your beliefs. Sometimes you
feel intensely burdened with the troubles of
others...acting as a Guardian can get so
wearisome. But you never give up...you see it
as your life's mission. Often very introverted,
you can be so smart...it's scary. Such a
combination of intelligence, creativity, power,
beauty, and magic is often intimidating to
those around you - who are also unlikely to
understand you. Arrogant, proud, overserious,
and sometimes a bit greedy or obsessed with
whatever treasure you choose to pursue...you
have enchanted people for centuries, and will
continue to do so.
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I just saw a positively amazing performance of Chinese acrobats at Proctors. Those people are insanely strong and flexible. Makes me wonder why the hell they call America the greatest nation on Earth. I mean, no native-born American is as lithe and graceful as those insane acrobats.
Now I must try to compete with the Chinese the only way I can: ace my Math A exam! Ta!
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Everyone should play this. Now. It's SO wonderful.
It's a Hamlet text adventure that Cassie showed me. It's incredibly amusing, especially to me since I don't know the play at all. ^.^
Everything (other than ordinary toothpaste and floss) which is good for your teeth tastes bad.
I got dumbells today. Currently I have those infernal whitening strips on my teeth. They're very annoying, but hell, whatever. ^.^ Only ten more minutes left. You have to leave them on for half an hour. o.O
Whee.
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"If you said goodbye to me tonight,
There would still be music left to write,
What else could I do?
I'm so inspired by you!
That hasn't happened in the longest time.
Once I thought my innocence was gone,
Now I know that happiness goes on,
That's where you found me,
When you put your arms around me. . .
I haven't been there for the longest time. . .
I'm that voice you're hearing in the hall,
And the greatest miracle of all,
Is how I need you,
And how you needed me too!
That hasn't happened for the longest time!
Maybe this won't last very long. . .
But you feel so right,
That I could be wrong!
Maybe I've been hoping too hard,
But I've gone this far,
And it's more than I hoped for!
Who knows how much further we'll go on?
Maybe I'll be sorry when you're gone. . .
I'll take my chances!
I forgot how nice romance is!
I haven't been there for the longest time!
I don't care what consequence it brings,
I have been a fool for lesser things,
I want you so bad,
I think you ought to know that
I intend to hold you for the longest time!"
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God damn it, Foamy cursed me! He said, he said "I hope you all get papercuts" and SO HELP ME! I have endured more paper-related injuries this week alone than I have my ENTIRE LIFE!!!
I am so lame I am so lame I am so lame!!! But I think TetraJet will be a masterpiece!!!
I just finished watching Trigun. I wish *I* were a plant. I mean, I don't. But you know what I mean.
(Curse the English language. I'm just editing this post because Cas pointed out that I wrote "was" as opposed to "were." Ugh.)
Daddy's in rough shape. :(
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I have drawn my Jetsam, TetraJet in full Turk garb (which is ripped to shreds, an inspiration on my part). He looks like an arrogant bastardo, but then again, Jetsams are the only essentially evil Neopet. He's holding an electro-mag rod and has a tailring. I am tempted to give him sunglasses. xD Reno still rocks.
Signed Charlie up to go to Snowball today. ^.^ I forgot the name of his school though, so I'll probably go back and correct it tomorrow morning. I've gotta get tickets, too.
Ah. . . ten days, several of which are happy do-nothing days, others of which are days of yicky productivity and forced work. . . like today. I have to finish revising my German speech tonight and practice it. I am sleepy. I did not take a nap yesterday and I was under some strange illusion that I was full of energy around midnight, so I doodled in my sketchbook for half an hour. I think a nap is due for today.
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I love love love this poem. It's kind of a morbid poem to love, but I love it anyway.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die.
Gotta love iambic quartameter. ^.^ I think that's how you'd say it. Such a catchy poem, if sad.
State of the Onion Analysis:
God count: 3
Religious reference count: Uncountable, but I would be interested in watching it again to try and pick them all out
Yo! Okay, the last one actually was a hoax sent out by a paranoid federal employee, BUT. . .
This one is real. Don't open anything that just says "hi" in the subject. It was on the news. The news you can trust. Federal mail you can't. Go figure.
Yeah, I know my mood indicator is impossible to read. Tough cookies. :P
Alright, so now I have an essay to write on a slightly silly topic (that is, that of placing the characters in LotF in locations on one of two psychological development charts. . . ugh) but no other homework, and curried chicken to look forward to. And ARG! I want to kill the creators of Trigun because THEY KILLED WOLFWOOD!!! DAMN THEM! I loved Wolfwood. :( And they had all this stuff about him all squished into *one* episode, like they were in a real hurry to get rid of him. Bastards.
Oh well. Whenever I really think about it, I get into what I figure must be the Japanese frame of mind about us silly otakus. Living vicariously is incredibly lame. That's all we do, so really. . . Anime just makes us stupid Americans into lumps who sigh wistfully and wish they had enormously difficult, tragedy-wrought lives. Yeah, right. Like we really want that! All the Anime heroes and heroines ever wish for is a life like we have. It's a vicious cycle of dissatisfaction.
I really need to stop watching Anime. . .
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Ugh, I don't want to study ancient Roman and Byzantine trade routes and stuff. . . I want to sleeeeep. . .
What makes him evil? False hope makes him evil. . . that he gives it makes him evil.
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Damn skippy!
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He comes.
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Two important announcements! One is happy, one is sad!
Numer Eins! SO COLD YOU'D GET FROSTBITE IF YOU STOOD OUTSIDE FOR TEN MINUTES DAY! . . . which is a funky, weird version of a snow day.
Numer Zwei, MUCH MORE IMPORTANT SO LISTEN UP!!!
There is a new computer virus afoot. It is NOT a hoax. My mother got a warning through her email at work (she's a federal employee, just to remind you) about it, and she called me to tell me about it. I just emailed everyone I could think of about it, but now my faithful blog readers will learn about it as well.
If you get an email with the subject "It takes guts to say Jesus" DO NOT OPEN IT!
It's a really evil virus that reformats both Mac and Windows hard drives. In other words, no one can giggle and say "ha ha, I'm immune" except for crazy Linux people. . . stupid penguins.
Just remember on general terms, folks, never open an email that seems suspicious, even if it's from someone you know. Always title your emails explicitly so your friends will know exactly what's inside.
Alright! Enjoy your subzero weather and virus-free computers! ^.^
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What you are about to read is a brainstorming session of what one Erin Sherman wants to do with her life, in no particular order:
president
nuclear engineer
detective
college professor
middle/high school teacher
district attourney
FBI agent
Um, um, I know I must've forgotten something, but whatever I've forgotten, I've forgotten it. And these are only the almost-sensible pursuits. It'd be cool if I could be a poet or an actress or a photographer. . . or something. But those aren't practical things to chase after. I could make them into hobbies.
Yeah, so you might be asking, what the hell prompted this? I was just at a Youth Court guest speaker meeting about the FBI and the sorts of career opportunities there. You can basically do anything, so long as you're insanely good at it and are physically fit at the same time (which may be impossible for Erin with her abs of molten steel). But hell, it was interesting.
It's also very very very very cold!!!! . . . and there's a funky blue star beneath Orion which is flickering like mad. I'm going to bring it up with Mr. Spollen tomorrow. I think it's an unstable blue giant. xD No, I'm not a geek or anything.
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Arg, I want Charlie to be online so I can bug him about bugging his mom. . . arg arg arg. He hasn't been online for a while. I wonder if he can't come and he just doesn't want to tell me?
Wow, Matt read my blog today.
I may have to scan my latest artistic endeavor, which is the art assignment "draw a dream or nightmare." Since I have no particularly well-suited dreams, I opted to "draw a daydream" instead. The subject matter of this daydream is an image from the song Go or Go Ahead by our favorite Mr. Wainwright, which I don't believe I have posted here, so I will now. The underlined sections are where I mostly got my images from.
"Thank you for this bitter knowledge,
Guardian angels who left me stranded,
It was worth it, feeling abandoned,
Makes one hardened, but what has happened to love?
You've got me writing lyrics on postcards,
Then in the evening, looking at stars,
But the brightest of the planets is Mars,
What has happened to love?
So I will opt for the big white limo,
Vanity fairgrounds and rebel angels,
You can't be trusted with feathers so hollow,
Your heaven's inventions, steel-eyed vampires of love,
You see over me, I'll never know,
What you have shown to other eyes,
Go or go ahead and surprise me,
Say you've lead the way to a mirage,
Go or go ahead and just try me. . ."
. . . . . entries for 13.1.04 . . . . .
"Start giving me something,
A love that is longer than a day,
Start making my heart sing,
Something that it doesn't wanna say,
I'm handing it over,
Saying that you're the only one,
Don't run for the border,
Turn that corner,
Already you've run
In movies of myself,
Darling, don't you ever let me go,
Wrap your loving arms around me,
While the cold winds blow,
Tell me what I really wanna know. . ."
Nicole's blog is now on the list o'links.
I did a lot of sleeping today. Hopefully I won't get tired too quickly 'cause I have a short essay to write.
Also, much has developed in the Snowball dress department (in other words I have a dress) but exactly *what* developed I'm not going to tell you!
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IMPORTANT STUFF!
Here are the (reissued) tentative Erin-and-company-proclaimed holiday dates:
Pajama Day: Thursday, January 15st
Little Girl Day: Friday, January 30th
Drag Day: Friday, March 12
Hawaiian/Look Silly In Bright Obnoxious Colours Day: Friday, May 14th
And there will probably be others, you mark my words. There will probably be others.
. . . . . entries for 11.1.04 . . . . .
Random poll: Should Erin get her ears pierced?
There are three prospective Snowball dresses at this point. I actually want two of them, since both of them would go with my pretty choker that I got for Christmas and they're very different sorts of things. But alas. . . I think I'm going to end up getting the more formal one, even though I'd probably never wear it again. . .
Anyway, yeah, enough of the vague dress-talk. I'm not going to mention specifics because I want to shock and amaze everyone with how positively stunning I look.
(I use the end sarcasm tag as the result of a recommendation from my buddy Dan, who doesn't want to waste brainpower on trying to figure out whether or not I'm being a bitter, cynical childe. So there you have it.)
Aaah, so now I really ought to be getting down to my homework for tomorrow. Wiedersehen.
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"Why can't Charlie stay in the living room? Billy stayed in the living room, and there was no sex, no aneurism, no death." ~My mom, regarding Charlie's visit
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Ah. . . I am succumbing to the icon madness.
And by the way, should you feel the urge, find out your inner D&D character here.
You Are A:
Chaotic Good Half-Elf Bard
Alignment:
Chaotic Good characters are independent types with a strong belief in the value of goodness. They have little use for governments and other forces of order, and will generally do their own things, without heed to such groups.
Race:
Half-Elves are a cross between a human and an elf. They are smaller, like their elven ancestors, but have a much shorter lifespan. They are sometimes looked down upon as half-breeds, but this is rare. They have both the curious drive of humans and the patience of elves.
Primary Class:
Bards are the entertainers. They sing, dance, and play instruments to make other people happy, and, frequently, make money. They also tend to dabble in magic a bit.
Secondary Class:
Detailed Results:
Alignment:
Law and Chaos:
Law ----- (0)
Neutral - XXXXXXXX (8)
Chaos --- XXXXXXXXXX (10)
Good and Evil:
Good ---- XXXXXX (6)
Neutral - XXX (3)
Evil ---- (-2)
Race:
Human ---- XXXXXX (6)
Half-Elf - XXXXXXXXXXX (11)
Elf ------ XXXXXXXXX (9)
Gnome ---- XXXXXXX (7)
Halfling - X (1)
Dwarf ---- (0)
Half-Orc - (-2)
Class:
Fighter -- (0)
Barbarian - (-2)
Ranger --- XXXXX (5)
Monk ----- XXXXXXXXX (9)
Paladin -- XXXX (4)
Cleric --- XXXXXXX (7)
Mage ----- XXXXXXXX (8)
Druid ---- XXXXX (5)
Thief ---- XXX (3)
Bard ----- XXXXXXXXXX (10)
Hey, that's fun. xD I used to be true neutral, now I'm chaotic good. Funny how people change. I'm still a half-elf bard, though. . .
Vash is nice, but in an awesome way. Crying at a good TV show that isn't really predictable is nice, in a tragic and kind of pathetic way. Contentment is awfully nice. Almost having a heart attack can be nice too, though.
. . . . . entries for 8.1.04 . . . . .
On a slightly different note (for those that fancy cheerier song), I have become another one of those obsessive Vash the Stampede fans. I really, really want to give Vash a hug. :( He needs one.
I also have a Math A exam to do at the moment. Ask me how much I want to. Go on, ask. -.- . . . so sleepy. I didn't get around to a nap today so I'm all tired but now it's too late for a nap but too early to go to sleep and I have to do my math. . . uggy buggy.
I'm not entirely certain where I got uggy buggy, but I think it might have been from my mother, since she has a habbit of adding a "b" to the beginning of words to make a cute rhyming phrase. . . such as sexy bexy, which is a Linda Sherman original referring to a red wool dress.
Ha. Alright, so I got a little carried away with this one English journal, and I thought I'd share it with you.
Q: Do all human beings have a natural capacity for brutality?
A: Yes. This question is creeping somewhat far into the realm of political philosophy, and the neverending quarrel about the innate nature of man: good or evil? Unfortunately, I find myself unable to disagree with the more pessimistic philosophers, such as Machiavelli, with regard to this particular issue. I believe that all animals, including human beings, put their self-preservation instincts before anything else. In this way, people are always capable of brutal and terrible acts, especially if the act is in their own best interests (or they believe it is). The human race is different from other species only in their level of intelligence. Because people are intelligent enough to progress technologically, they must logically be able to question the nature of things; otherwise, how would scientific advancement come about? Along with questioning such things as “why did that apple hit me on the head?” humans also ask why they feel what they do, and why they live as they do. In order to exist without enormous amounts of questions flooding our minds from every side, we create things: moral codes, consciences, gods. All of these explain the unexplained, alleviate our fears, and answer haunting questions which would otherwise slow the tides of progress.
Children, for the most part, are free of inhibiting questions such as “why am I here?” and “what is justice?”; because of this, the only child who feels these “revelations” on the island (Ralph) is the only child who struggles to maintain order. The child who has already had these “revelations” (Piggy) recognizes the childish and animal goals of his companions on the island, and is the voice of reason which guides Ralph to cling to law and justice. By any moral “translation,” the book The Lord of the Flies illustrates a loss of innocence, whether innocence is to be viewed as that which wild animals have as creatures of little intelligence or that which humans had, when they were wild animals.
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I never thought I was going to be bored tonight! I thought I'd kill myself with work tonight! But I'm bored! Everyone must have a life all of a sudden or something, because no one is online!
Dare I play FFVI? Dare I? Hm. . .
. . . . . entries for 4.1.04 . . . . .
it ought to be a crime for something to be this catchy.
No one reads my blog anymore. Or at least, everyone is too freaked out to comment.
Heheh. I wonder if I had a shoutbox and ten THOUSAND little icons, if people would comment!?
I think John Nolan was Foamy in a past life.
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most amusing typo/Freudian slip ever: as opposed to the intended "you're fooling yourself," one might type "you're feeling yourself."
Got half of my Kafka entries done, which is about where I should be given how far I've read in the book. I could write and write and write forever about Kafka. . .
Mom is making curried chicken. But she has no rice. So Dad is going to get rice. Mom won't give him the car keys. Bright, isn't she? Damned if I know if the valet key or whatever is going to work. I appreciate what she's doing, though. I'm the curry fanatic in the house, so she's probably cooking it just to soothe my homework ills.
(Update on psychosis-inducing notebook problem: Still lost, am going to redo Kafka entries, so I get to write 1500 words on a badly-written biography this weekend, imagine my joy)
I was going to blog about a certain choker. But I'm talking Billy's ear off about said choker, so I'll just post that.
Faerieblue Satu: I was taking a break to make a choker for Cassie but the little letter beads won't fit on the cord.
Faerieblue Satu: is too fat.
Faerieblue Satu: so I made it anyway, with no letter beads. it's a little weird. and it occurs to me now that I could have used non-elastic pink cord.
Faerieblue Satu: but I think Cassie would die if I gave her a choker on a pink cord.
DeathByMonkies88: XD
DeathByMonkies88: I could imagine. ^.^
DeathByMonkies88: You two aren't exactly pink people. ^.^
Faerieblue Satu: it's a pretty choker.
DeathByMonkies88: I see.
Faerieblue Satu: and I could still put it on the pink cord.
Faerieblue Satu: but it isn't stretchy enough. it wouldn't go over her head.
Faerieblue Satu: so I'd have to make it into a bracelet.
DeathByMonkies88: I see again.
Yeah. . . Erin lives a life of thrills.
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Yeah, I'm definitely concentrating. Right. No!
Cannot find English notebook. Have turned my room upside-down looking. Have emailed Neal's mom. Have called Cassie. Am basically screwed over in terms of handing journal in for a grade at the end of the quarter, as happens every quarter. Will probably have to rewrite four journal entries for Kafka biography thing. Feel very achey. Do not think should sleep for next three nights for reading Kafka and Aeneid and doing other homework. Head hurts. Not happy.
Want notebook. Damn it.
I have lost my English notebook I have lost my English notebook I have lost my English notebook I have lost my English notebook I have lost my English notebook I have lost my English notebook I have lost my English notebook I have lost my English notebook I have lost my English notebook I have lost my English notebook I have lost my English notebook!!!!
Uggy buggy! o.O I wish someone was online so I'd have a half-excuse to not read the Aeneid. . . but I have to read it. I think I'm going to read Kafka, though, because that way I can get English stuff completely squared away. Uggy buggy. Uggy buggy!
Uggy buggy. . .
come home?
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{ting}
she looks like the real thing
{mari}
out and about
[kelsey]
THIS IS AMERICA
{yianni}
stop being depressed
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other
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close and far
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islands where no islands should go
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eating knowledge
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my dm
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angry enviro
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never heard of miyazaki
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are you reading this?
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distracted
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messiah/believer
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approach focus
[natalie]
wait a minute
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solitude
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manbeargreg
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turtles! turtles! by araglas
(heavily modified by yours truly)