﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>coquelicot's Xanga</title><link>http://coquelicot.xanga.com/</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from coquelicot</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://coquelicot.xanga.com/</link></image><item><title>Sunday, March 18, 2007</title><link>http://coquelicot.xanga.com/577641904/item/</link><guid>http://coquelicot.xanga.com/577641904/item/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Mar 2007 04:40:16 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;table border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/ketsune/moodtheme/cold.png" alt="" align="absmiddle" height="75" vspace="1" width="100"&gt; cold&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current music:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;move: Freezing Rain&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/icon_protected.gif" align="absmiddle" height="15" width="14"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial,Helvetica" size="+1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I learned my lesson.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Every day I learn a lesson.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yesterday, the lesson was "Do NOT leave your back open if Jerry is within a mile of you."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Never go out. Ever. Again."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1:36AM
and I just got home. (By the time my bus came, Susan was already home.
For a while, too.) @_@ My left arm is dead, my toes are numb, and the
only reason my fingers are moving the way I want them to is because the
laptop overheated somehow and the warmth is ridiculously soothing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The
only reason my parents aren't screaming mad right now? They're asleep.
Not that they need to scold me, mind you - I learned my lesson.&lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://coquelicot.xanga.com/577641904/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, February 19, 2007</title><link>http://coquelicot.xanga.com/571391323/item/</link><guid>http://coquelicot.xanga.com/571391323/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Feb 2007 00:54:56 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;table border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/ketsune/moodtheme/cold.png" alt="" align="absmiddle" height="75" vspace="1" width="100"&gt; frozen&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current music:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&amp;#29577;&amp;#32622;&amp;#25104;&amp;#23455;: IDentity&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/icon_protected.gif" align="absmiddle" height="15" width="14"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial,Helvetica" size="+1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Superstitions are bad for me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;
If the first day of a year is a good indicator of what the rest of the year will be like? My year will suck.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I
will be lonely, freezing cold, have the most ridiculous luck with
public transportation (either they all come late or all come right),
suffer events of clumsiness situated at varying levels on the scale,
spend far too much, wake up too late for my own good, be stuck in large
crowds where it is very likely for a person to develop spontaneous
claustrophobia, and get lost. A lot.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Also, I will eat lots of Japanese food. What? At least all the onigiri have been red! Ish. Shush. Pink and orange count.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;By the way, if anyone ever says "Let's spend Chinese New Year's in Chinatown" - don't do it. Slap them silly. For your own good.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gung Xi Fa Cai / Gong Hay Fat Choi / however the hell you want to say it.&lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://coquelicot.xanga.com/571391323/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, February 17, 2007</title><link>http://coquelicot.xanga.com/570987383/item/</link><guid>http://coquelicot.xanga.com/570987383/item/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Feb 2007 05:18:01 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;table border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/ketsune/moodtheme/cold.png" alt="" align="absmiddle" height="75" vspace="1" width="100"&gt; cold&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current music:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&amp;#23798;&amp;#35895;&amp;#12402;&amp;#12392;&amp;#12415;: PASIO~&amp;#12497;&amp;#12483;&amp;#12471;&amp;#12458;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/icon_protected.gif" align="absmiddle" height="15" width="14"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial,Helvetica" size="+1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sweet sweet solitude.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;
So guess who's staying home alone the first three days of the Chinese/Lunar New Year?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's a bit amusing since my parents are panicking "Can you handle yourself?" and somewhere in me, the teenager goes "Mom, I'm &lt;i&gt;nineteen&lt;/i&gt;. And this isn't the first time, nor is it the longest amount of time I've stayed home alone."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This
would be a bit more to my benefit if I actually planned on having a
social life this weekend, but other than visiting my grandmother... no,
not really.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was nice to be able to see people today though. Even though Davina was a no-show on her own plans. XP&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh,
and post-Holiday candy sales? Are awesome. Two bags of Necco Candy
Sweethearts (the ones with the cheesy little text like "Be Mine") the
size of my upper arm for a dollar. &lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;I don't care
if everyone says they taste like chalk or whatever, they are my candy
drug. Now shut up and get your own chocolate. 8P&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://coquelicot.xanga.com/570987383/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, February 02, 2007</title><link>http://coquelicot.xanga.com/567493677/item/</link><guid>http://coquelicot.xanga.com/567493677/item/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Feb 2007 19:50:50 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;table border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/ketsune/moodtheme/drained.png" alt="" align="absmiddle" height="75" vspace="1" width="100"&gt; starving&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current music:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&amp;#22025;&amp;#38525;&amp;#24859;&amp;#23376;: &amp;#9734;HOME MADE STAR&amp;#9734;&amp;#65374;&amp;#22025;&amp;#38525;&amp;#24859;&amp;#23376;&amp;#12398;&amp;#12486;&amp;#12540;&amp;#12510;&amp;#65374;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/icon_protected.gif" align="absmiddle" height="15" width="14"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial,Helvetica" size="+1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;*tackles the pantry*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I'm tempted to drop my Anthropology course.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On what basis?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I cannot stand 5 straight hours (10-3) of classes without food.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Also, the required Ethnography project (30% of total grade) scares me, but it's the food that immediately affects me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And of course, the worst part is, I'm the one who scheduled my own classes. RAWR.&lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://coquelicot.xanga.com/567493677/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, February 01, 2007</title><link>http://coquelicot.xanga.com/567282481/item/</link><guid>http://coquelicot.xanga.com/567282481/item/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Feb 2007 23:17:12 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;table border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/ketsune/moodtheme/worried.png" alt="" align="absmiddle" height="75" vspace="1" width="100"&gt; worried&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current music:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;NEWS: Stand Up&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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This two hour break between my Chinese and Trig classes is nice because
I get approximately 40 minutes to relax at home and not pay exorbitant
amounts for lunch.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It
would be nicer if I didn't spend those 40 minutes panicking about being
late for Trig because the bus might go off-schedule as always.&lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://coquelicot.xanga.com/567282481/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, November 25, 2006</title><link>http://coquelicot.xanga.com/550363013/item/</link><guid>http://coquelicot.xanga.com/550363013/item/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Nov 2006 04:33:28 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;table border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/ketsune/moodtheme/satisfied.png" alt="" align="absmiddle" height="75" vspace="1" width="100"&gt; satisfied&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current music:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;melody.: Realize&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entry tags:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://ketsune.livejournal.com/tag/friends" target="_new"&gt;friends&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ketsune.livejournal.com/tag/life" target="_new"&gt;life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/icon_protected.gif" align="absmiddle" height="15" width="14"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial,Helvetica" size="+1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes I'm a sheep hanging out with a pack of wolves.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;
So, today was much fun.&lt;br&gt;-Mafia (I am a killer and nobody could tell. Mwahahahahaha?)&lt;br&gt;-DDR (Shirl, just get on the damn pad!)&lt;br&gt;-Super
Smash Bros./Mario Kart 64 and various forms of male bonding involving
piro's awesome 11 year old neighbor (who is super awesome for a 11 year
old as compared to my 12 year old brother)&lt;br&gt;-Mahjong (same as always)&lt;br&gt;-Baking (sometimes I think the guys' only purpose for coming is to eat what I bake and bring more stuff for me to bake XD)&lt;br&gt;-And puzzle-piecing (though Katie, Monica, Kagome, Shirley, Val, and Susan did the bulk of the it)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yes, much fun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1" target="_new"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Except for, you know, the part where I was "violated".&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Multiple times.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I mean seriously. Random bites on the boob are not fun. Mommy. There was no reason! &amp;gt;O&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jason
gets forgiven because I kicked him up the ass. Which probably hurt and
I'm sorry if the pain lasted more than 10 minutes. Really I am.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kagome
really shouldn't bite me on the shoulder when I'm trying to pry cookies
off a sheet - because then the cookies go flying everywhere and splat
onto the kitchen wall. But yes, I get the point. Bake more for you. -_-;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Val...
just, no comment. (But I lost track of the number of times I was groped
and felt up. That tackle to the floor was deserved. Everything else,
traumatizing. Par for the course, unfortunately.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And Shirley
randomly tackled me and swung me around in the air like "a sack of
potatoes". Or so someone described it. I'm not THAT light. I think.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Next time, wherever we are doing whatever it is we are doing, I think I'm going to wear full-body armor.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But it was really great to see everyone. Fuzzy Daddy! 8D&lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://coquelicot.xanga.com/550363013/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, October 31, 2006</title><link>http://coquelicot.xanga.com/543146489/item/</link><guid>http://coquelicot.xanga.com/543146489/item/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Oct 2006 19:16:40 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;table border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/ketsune/moodtheme/nostalgic.png" alt="" align="absmiddle" height="75" vspace="1" width="100"&gt; nostalgic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current music:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Tommy heavenly6: Lollipop Candy&amp;#9829;BAD&amp;#9829;girl&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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...I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; want to go trick-or-treating.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Or whatever the college equivalent is.&lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://coquelicot.xanga.com/543146489/item/#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>