<?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-5982907</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:53:23.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Darker Dawn</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my blog...it's...uh...blog-like...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>301</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-116534281064058179</id><published>2006-12-05T12:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T12:20:10.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> A-kon, kiddies! Aight, so here's stuff for A-kon. We're doing it WAY early because pre-reg prices are cheap right now ($30 : O) and I want to make sure we can all get the lowest price we can for this.It'll be June 1-3 on at the Adam's Mark Hotel (same place as last year). I need 8 people to come and I've got spots reserved for the following people:JennyAnnieNickAaronPatterson?SarahLeafMamaThat's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/116534281064058179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/116534281064058179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116534281064058179' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-116113572932825893</id><published>2006-10-17T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T21:32:06.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Oni-con, Micro-management and You Aaron and I went on a crazy organization rampage and micromanaged the hell out of Oni-con. This post is for Annie, Nick (who I see as represented by Annie), Patterson and Aaron (though he already knows all this...)Here are the announcements that I wrote up for us.Ok. Be ready at 4pm. We'll be picking you (Annie and Patterson) up AT 4 o'clock so be ready. We'll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/116113572932825893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/116113572932825893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116113572932825893' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-115558492016254840</id><published>2006-08-14T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:32:04.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Love Sandwich! I thought this was the funniest thing in the world... Parody lip-synch video thing of Axel (red haired dude) and Demyx (blond mohawk punk) from Kingdom Hearts 2, DA VIDEO GAME! (The subtitles have nothing to do with the video, so just ignore them.)And this was the second funniest thing &gt;.&gt;Do YOU like waffles?And there's also this. It's a song from South Park... so it's all vulgar.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/115558492016254840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/115558492016254840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115558492016254840' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-115514429070859997</id><published>2006-08-09T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T12:26:34.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> For Great Justice! We all know what Less Than 31337 is, right? Amy? Annie? Sarah? For those of you who don't, Less Than 31337 is an all girls gaming group that Annie and I started about a year or so ago. Core members are Annie, me, Amy, MieMie, Sarah, Rachel. Anyone else? I dunno. We've got guys as sort of members too &gt;.&gt; Mostly because we need Brewster to do our technical stuff and we need </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/115514429070859997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/115514429070859997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115514429070859997' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-115400882220081556</id><published>2006-07-27T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T09:00:22.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Dear god, put a hole in my head and bleed out my brain... My english professor... omg... is going on and on and on about things that have NOTHING to do with the assignment... and I'm about to start screaming because I think I'm getting stupider every moment I'm in this classroom... /vomit/hellfire suicide(&gt; ")&gt;-Jenny.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/115400882220081556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/115400882220081556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115400882220081556' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-115332096532553518</id><published>2006-07-19T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T09:56:05.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> THE NIGHT CREW IS WTFPWNAGE! We started war last night like we did in Desolace a while a go. Omigod, it was hilarious. Jak got on his main, Crus, and Rosh was there and we were nerfing allys in friggin Gadgetzan. Meaning we'd kill them, and shortly after the goblin gaurds would beat the crap outta us. It was awesome. We made new Alliance friends ^^ Spork, the 60 NE rogue, Slur the annoying 49 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/115332096532553518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/115332096532553518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115332096532553518' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/haru_is_teh_smex/WoW/th_ss236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-115254079140403941</id><published>2006-07-10T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T09:13:11.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Now that I have more time... Yeah, so I've been working. A lot. Like, I get one day off a week, if any. It's okay though because I really love my job and I love the people I'm working with and most importantly of all: I LOOOOOOVE MONEY! ^^ It's weird... not being in high school anymore. I have to grow up and take care of myself and I don't want to... *sigh* Anywho, I got my own bank account and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/115254079140403941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/115254079140403941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115254079140403941' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-115251266877541597</id><published>2006-07-10T01:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T01:24:28.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I'm back, bitches!!! Yeah, I've been working. A lot. And when I'm not working, I'm either writing or playing WoW. Or hanging out with people.This is all for now.(&gt; ")&gt;-Jenny.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/115251266877541597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/115251266877541597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115251266877541597' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-115031639507969553</id><published>2006-06-14T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T15:20:36.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "It Came From My BRAIN!" Annie and I went to A-kon last weekend and it was pimp-tastic. We got a lot of cool stuff and collectively spent about $250. Plus the 40 dollars that Annie got from the ATM on Sunday. I bought me a cheap little sword that I'm kinda proud of. It's missing some pieces and it rattles when I swing it, but I'm still really fond of it. Hey, it only cost me $30. We went to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/115031639507969553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/115031639507969553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115031639507969553' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-114779504675542470</id><published>2006-05-16T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T10:57:26.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Meorwf. I was being a n00b yesterday. Sorry. I took NyQuil sometime around 8 and passed out. And now I feel better. Mostly. Instead of having a Graduation party, Mom is paying for me and her and Annie to go to A-kon in Dallas June 9-11. It's gonna be pimp because I'm gonna have enough money and the right hair to cosplay this time 'round ^^ I'm going to dye my hair red again and go as Gaara from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/114779504675542470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/114779504675542470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114779504675542470' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/haru_is_teh_smex/Naruto/th_20_gaara2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-114773541807442562</id><published>2006-05-15T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T18:23:38.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> *sigh* Just... kinda disappointed in the world today. Yeah. That's a good word for it. I'd like to believe that people always have good intentions and when there's a problem it's usually just a misunderstanding, but that's not the case, is it? I dunno. My head hurts. The world's moving too fast around me and I can't keep up. I'm still hung up on a lot of things. There are a lot of things I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/114773541807442562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/114773541807442562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114773541807442562' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-114462063460724089</id><published>2006-04-09T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T17:10:34.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> You Just Don't Get It I'm mad.So I'm watching the Resident Evil 4 - Stupid MF video and imagining peoples faces on the zombies. I'm really REALLY freakin' pissed. So I'm blaring the music in my house, irrelevant to how profane the song is, irrelevant to who hears it. And I really want to smash something up. I'm sick of dealing with stupid people. I should just be allowed to punch someone when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/114462063460724089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/114462063460724089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114462063460724089' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-114367231844390334</id><published>2006-03-29T16:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T16:45:18.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> *sigh* Written sometime around 11 am today:Today has been disappointing. I've let myself down. A lot. Not so much today, but in life in general. I dunno. Lol, I need more meds or a new brain because this little situation isn't working. Let's just drug me until I'm not sure what right is supposed to be and then we can do the little 'ignorance is bliss' spiel. *shrug* I dunno. I'm trying. I've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/114367231844390334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/114367231844390334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114367231844390334' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-114236992808553663</id><published>2006-03-14T14:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T14:59:03.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Ouch... Warg... my brain hurts... And it's really really cold out here. Yeah, I'm in Lake Tahoe Californie/Nevada. In the mountains. With the snow. And its cold. And I have a headache. But hey! I found a library to steal internet from! Wewt, kiddos! But I can't get one MSN and i can't get on WoW and that makes my soul cry T.T u.u Skiing is fun when its not snowing like death. Which it is today. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/114236992808553663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/114236992808553663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114236992808553663' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-114154758526525723</id><published>2006-03-05T02:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T02:33:05.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Hungry. I haven't posted in... very nearly a month. Well. What a slacker I am. *stabs self*I bought WoW and it's pretty fun. It hasn't devoured my life yet, so that's cool. I've been watching indie films a lot... well, all the indie films I can find at Hastings and Blockbuster... which isn't actually too many... so I'm ordering some off Amazon &gt;.&gt;We had a sorta-LAN at Annie's again last night. I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/114154758526525723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/114154758526525723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114154758526525723' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-113924473160080011</id><published>2006-02-06T10:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T10:52:11.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Heh... 32 bit n00b... heh heh.(&gt; ")&gt;-Jenny.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113924473160080011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113924473160080011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113924473160080011' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-113918449688204488</id><published>2006-02-05T17:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T18:08:22.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> My spine hurts. I went digging through my attic today. I found the box where I put all of Jake's stuff when I wanted to pretend he didn't exist anymore. Found an anthology of metal that I'll be lending to Anderson. Found a lot of pictures, including ones from Teen Guild and Bandina. Oh Em Gee. Sarah and me... and pigtails... and bandanas. I also found a couple break-up notes. I went ahead and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113918449688204488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113918449688204488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113918449688204488' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-113820811053021369</id><published>2006-01-25T10:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T10:55:10.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Why does college pwn so hardcore? So this teacher doesn't even care that all the students are surfing the net while he's teaching. I love college. Woot BC!(&gt; ")&gt;-Jenny.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113820811053021369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113820811053021369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113820811053021369' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-113719983091725739</id><published>2006-01-13T18:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T19:16:16.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> *freakspaz**twitch* &gt;.O Annie and I decided a while back that I am this character. *twitch**spaz* Because Sharing Is Caring and I'm bored and in pain, I've scanned some pictures. Because I don't want huge pictures spammin' up my blog and making it load even slower than it already does and also because I like doing things the stupid annoying way, I've made some links to my scans. So lookit! And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113719983091725739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113719983091725739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113719983091725739' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-113712530593502899</id><published>2006-01-12T21:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T22:08:25.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Give me a reason worth fighting for. Anything to keep me breathing. Today only served to prove to me how truly useless I am. God... there's nothing, NOTHING, that I can do. It's like I have to have everyone holding my hand to get me through everyday. I try to do something on my own but I just stumble and fidget and do it half-assed and I originally thought that was because I was just too afraid </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113712530593502899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113712530593502899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113712530593502899' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-113670245249720430</id><published>2006-01-08T00:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T00:40:52.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> ON CRACK! Annie and I had fun today. She came over and we went to Target and yelled at the employees for not having wireless 360 controllers, then we went to look at the lightsabers in the toy section, had a word-battle with two of the talking toys then tried to kill each other with a really cool looking soccer ball. Then we went and read perverted Valentine's Day cards. The best one had this on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113670245249720430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113670245249720430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113670245249720430' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-113661114822590657</id><published>2006-01-06T23:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T23:19:08.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> God Freaking Damnit Why am I such a retard? WHY?! My brain tells myself not to do something and then I do it anyways. What. The. Fuck!?!? Am I missing something or am I just stupid? *stabs self IN THE FACE**gouges out eyes**slams forehead into the desk until little pieces of skull start to show* What the HELL is wrong with me? Why can I not operate like a normal human being? When did I become </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113661114822590657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113661114822590657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113661114822590657' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-113650108375473386</id><published>2006-01-05T16:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T16:44:43.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> MySpace Is The DEVIL!!! Yesh. It's not as simple as Live Journal and that makes me cry. And it takes forever to load. And my blog is so much prettier anyways *cuddles it*.Yeah, so, I'm hacking off the majority of my hair and dying the remnant red. Woot for extremeness. I've got an appointment at 6:30 today. If I don't like it, hair grows back, no big loss. *shrug* Its going to cost me a shit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113650108375473386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113650108375473386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113650108375473386' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-113625702074908875</id><published>2006-01-02T20:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T20:57:00.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!! I've been feeling extra gay lately and I don't. know. why. o.ÔAnd I've been feeling more emotionally unstable. Or depressed. Or needy. Or some stupid shit that I should slap myself for. *shrug*People keep telling me I don't care about anything. Well... I do. I have things that are important to me. But some other things don't matter. Like arguing about something trivial. I don't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113625702074908875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113625702074908875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113625702074908875' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-113601701565521154</id><published>2005-12-31T02:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T02:16:55.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Less Than 31337 At the Less Than 31337 party at Annie's. It's flippin' awesome. Matt taught me how to play Counter Strike... but I suck at it. He set me up with a game against 3 bots. But the bots don't have guns. And I do. All they have is a knife. So it's not saying much when I say that I can pwn those n00bs pretty hardcore, though every once in a while they sneak up behind me or back me into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113601701565521154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113601701565521154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113601701565521154' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-113495873685538840</id><published>2005-12-18T20:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T20:18:59.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> YOUR MOM!!! AAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!I'm tried.My brain hurts. My throat hurts. My eyes hurts. AGH! And Gaunlet is way to fscking short! Why!? POR QUE, KAKASHI?! POR QUEEEE?!?!?!?!?!Both of Blockbuster's copies of Resident Evil 4 are checked out and it makes me want to cry. Brittany and I have decided that we're going to send Store Guy to assasinate Marissa and Sharla in the night all stealthy and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113495873685538840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113495873685538840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113495873685538840' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-113442829017903060</id><published>2005-12-12T16:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T16:58:10.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> PHILLIP!!!! I need you to help me prove that my prose book is on the Yalsa list. Because I need documentation and all. The book is 'Speak' by Laurie Halse Anderson. I went to the YALSA website but got confused and couldn't find the list thing or whatever &gt;.&gt; HELP MEEEEE!!! *cries and bleeds and dies*(&gt; ")&gt;-Jenny</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113442829017903060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113442829017903060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113442829017903060' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-113349570005152169</id><published>2005-12-01T21:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T21:55:00.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I hope you like the hot plate! I'm going to see the noon showing of Rent this Saturday afternoon because my weekend is going to suck and I want to have at least 2 hours of peace. Comment if you want to join me.(&gt; ")&gt;-Jenny.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113349570005152169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113349570005152169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113349570005152169' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-113338868817988902</id><published>2005-11-30T15:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T16:14:11.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just feel... really tired today. I'm just tired of all this shit. Jake's saying that he wants to be friends now. So he spends half the semester insulting me every chance he gets and then when he realizes I don't actually hate him, suddenly he wants a truce? Matt told me he wants to 'fix me.' So he's going to become my friend so that he can mold me into who he wants me to be... I could go on a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113338868817988902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113338868817988902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113338868817988902' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-113330954095174028</id><published>2005-11-29T17:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T18:30:39.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "How do you feel today?" I feel like I ought to be doing something.I feel like I ought to be crying.I feel like tackling the first person I see.I feel like I ought to be ashamed of my existence.I feel like I'm dying.I feel like getting into a fight and completely wasting the other person.I feel like bleeding.I feel like going to a bar and getting lost in the crowd.I feel like jumping onto a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113330954095174028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113330954095174028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113330954095174028' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-113314191567075226</id><published>2005-11-27T19:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T19:38:35.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Who knew 'Gay' was a genre? So this is what Yahoo movies listed for the genre of Rent:Genre: Drama, Gay, Musical*giggle*(&gt; ")&gt;-Jenny.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113314191567075226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113314191567075226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113314191567075226' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-113269840039858010</id><published>2005-11-22T16:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T16:38:32.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I Want To Bust A Cap Some people make me sick. Really. I don't understand how people can be so cruel to each other and then the rest of the world just stands idly by doing nothing about it. They're just as bad as the people commiting the act, in my opinion. And so many people get sucked into things and get controlled by other people who think that because they're bigger and stronger that they've</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113269840039858010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113269840039858010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113269840039858010' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-113253916161642428</id><published>2005-11-20T20:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T20:12:41.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> ZIGGY!!!!!! BENBENBENBENBEEEEEEEN! When I went to the boxing seminar I got my own pair of gloves. So now I have two sets. My taekwondo sparring gear gloves and my boxing gloves. Do you know what that means?We now have the proper equipment for a half-assed Fight Club.Flippin' Woot.(&gt; ")&gt;-Jenny.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113253916161642428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113253916161642428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113253916161642428' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-113246895939446382</id><published>2005-11-19T23:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T00:42:39.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> The Rant Post Jake's pissed me off again. He's is still trying to get me pissed at him. Its pathetic. He's now talking shit about Brian, who he's never met, never spoken to, never even seen before. He actually admitted to being jealous. Why? He's got Rachel, I've got Brian, so what is there to be jealous about? Is he miffed that he's no longer the only person I went so far out of my way to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113246895939446382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113246895939446382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113246895939446382' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-113225074846656092</id><published>2005-11-17T12:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T12:05:48.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Ziggy-kins! Ziggy just told me a funny thing. So I was sitting in the library and the AP Euro class came it and Ben was like "*assumes deep manly voice* Hello Jenny. This is Bri-Bri. I've come to see you. I had to fight my way through the APs but I had my sword in my back pack so..." and then he was like "Yeah, I can't that because I'm totally afraid of Brian." and I asked why and he told me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113225074846656092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113225074846656092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113225074846656092' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-113216606198591738</id><published>2005-11-16T12:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T12:34:21.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Aww, I feel loved… Who wrote I  Jenny in the dirt and grime on top of my car? I want answers!(&gt; ")&gt;-Jenny</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113216606198591738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113216606198591738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113216606198591738' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-113159338104289234</id><published>2005-11-09T20:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T21:29:41.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> ... I'm whining again. I swear I should just leave everyone, all my friends, alone because I'm just hinderance to them. None of them likes to deal with my shit and I know it annoys everyone when I go into one of these rants. Its just pathetic... I'm so selfish. And even though I know that, I still don't do anything about it because I just don't care enough. But I can't make myself care. If the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113159338104289234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113159338104289234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113159338104289234' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-113093578001071250</id><published>2005-11-02T06:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T06:49:40.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I'm Just A Teenage Dirt Bag, Baby! I failed to push buttons. Or to hear the person on the other end of the drive-thru speaker. Whatever. Either way, I kept screwing up at work today and I even had Martin give me a talkin'-to. FAK. Apparently I'm not catching on fast enough &gt;.&gt; So he's going to consider letting me learn how to car-hop instead of operate the drive thru. Consider. So what happens </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113093578001071250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113093578001071250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113093578001071250' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-113074349607338570</id><published>2005-10-31T01:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T01:25:29.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Insomnia, Insomnia Ladeflippin'da! *song and dance*O.O I should be sleeping... But I can't... I didn't take my medicine that's supposed to help with my sleeping tonight... I should take it... I'm too tired to make it down the stairs... Mmmm... Computer screen... shiny... graph paper... Canada... interpretive dance... O.OI. Can't. Sleep. And I've become bored with E-space. Crazy, ain't it? I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113074349607338570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113074349607338570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113074349607338570' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-113074035017694902</id><published>2005-10-31T00:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T00:32:30.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Life without purpose is a waste of oxygen. I got to spend 10 hours with Brian today. It was awesome O.O I went over to his house and met his mom and she was so much fun. She's so happy, its awesome! She gave me a hug ^^. And she makes these awesome cakes... So cool. I wish I had mad skillz like that O.O And I saw Brian's little brothers there, Ben and Troy. Ben didn't say much, but Troy was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113074035017694902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113074035017694902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113074035017694902' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-113064810710388830</id><published>2005-10-29T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T00:06:57.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Teh Oni-con I finally got around to getting pictures from Oni-con scanned. Annie, I've got doubles printed for you. Or Matt. Whoever wants them more. Maybe I should have a fight to the death for them... Anywho, I scanned a few of them. Just a few. And here they are!Mmm... Hamburger...What does that link title have to do with this picture? Absolutely nothing! Anywho, these were a couple of people</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113064810710388830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113064810710388830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113064810710388830' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-113053579030174938</id><published>2005-10-28T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T16:43:10.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "I can only meditate clockwise..." I have work today... Ugh... I'm starting to really not like my job. But I think that's the definition of a job, so its ok. At least I'm getting paid for it. And we all know how much of a money whore I am (lets see how many people take that literally...) so its ok. Apathy can be a blessing some times. Like when you're doing something annoying and tedious but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113053579030174938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113053579030174938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113053579030174938' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-113047242758239938</id><published>2005-10-27T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T23:07:07.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Someone make Manuel get off my couch... Yeah, I came home and there was a Manuel sleeping on my couch. I think he came to watch Naruto but fell asleep in the process. And now he's too sleepy to leave O.O And I want to sleep O.O Maybe I'll just sleep anyways... Martial arts was fun today. The kids were ok and there's this little girl that came over to sit next to me and her brother was like "I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113047242758239938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113047242758239938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113047242758239938' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-113036899460748496</id><published>2005-10-26T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T18:23:14.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Meh. I... hate my brain. Or my chemical imbalances at least... if they actually exist &gt;.&gt; Which has been bothering me a lot lately. If I actually have some sort of medical-mental health problem type chemical imbalance thing then can I really blame the random depression for no reason in particular on that? I don't think I can because this has always been around then, even if there weren't doctors</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113036899460748496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113036899460748496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113036899460748496' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-113019806805801506</id><published>2005-10-24T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T18:54:28.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> S. A. D. Yesh yesh, S. A. D. Seasonal Affected Depression or something to that effect. I love the acronymn... and I love how I can't spell &gt;.&gt; Anywho, it's what I've had. We've known this for a while. It's been getting to me a little. I've been going a little crazy lately and having mood swings and today I hauled off and yelled at Ben and Jamie. And I almost started crying in creative writing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113019806805801506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/113019806805801506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113019806805801506' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-112969300898972747</id><published>2005-10-18T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T22:40:54.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I'm. Such. A. Fucking. Moron. Insert angst here. God, I'm so retarded. I really really hate myself right now. Fuck. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. DAMNIT! ARGH!!! I need something to punch until my knuckles start bleeding... damnit... DAMNIT!!!!I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself. I shouldn't be allowed to interact with other people. I'm serious. We really should drop me on a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112969300898972747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112969300898972747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112969300898972747' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-112969280993932994</id><published>2005-10-18T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T22:33:29.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> My Crazy Acid-Trip Dream So last night I had this crazy-ass dream. Me, Annie, Brian, Phillip and some random really big guys all joined the army and went into this horrific battle and ended up getting really hurt and then we woke up in this hospital all bruised and bloody but there were these crazy people there! They were trying to inject us with pregnancy! Like, with a syringe and they were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112969280993932994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112969280993932994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112969280993932994' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-112966837337159192</id><published>2005-10-18T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T22:21:08.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Condensed Version of the 3 Pages of Angst I Wrote Last Night:  - I feel like shit.- 'Tis the season of mood swings and self destructive tendencies- I feel like a junkie- The world is ugly. I hate myself.- *dorky grin* I like Brian!- I yelled at my cat. I'm a horrible person. But its okay because I apologized later.- Been having some freakish mood swings and down spells. Last night was the worst.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112966837337159192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112966837337159192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112966837337159192' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-112857033375549718</id><published>2005-10-05T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:45:33.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I Hate Girls. They're too overly-emotional. Too bipolar. They have too many mood swings. They care far too much about everything and they get pissed off way too fast. I hate them. Grr.(&gt; ")&gt;-Jenny</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112857033375549718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112857033375549718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112857033375549718' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-112856717182874863</id><published>2005-10-05T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T21:52:51.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Top 10 Lessons for Surviving Zombie Attacks 1. Organize before they rise!2. They feel no fear, why should you?3. Use your head: cut off theirs'!4. Blades don't need reloading.5. Ideal protection = tight clothes, short hair.6. Get up the staircase, then destroy it.7. Get out of the car, get onto a bike.8. Keep moving, keep low, keep quiet, keep alert.9. No place is safe, only safer.10. The zombie</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112856717182874863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112856717182874863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112856717182874863' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-112769890558692782</id><published>2005-09-25T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T20:41:45.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La de da and Woohoo I got to ride a moped. And drive a '79 corvette. It. Was. Sexy. O.O God, I was pimpin'. You guys wish you were half as cool as me. It was awesome. I'm over at my Uncle Ed's house out in the country. It's fun. I'm still in Chicago. Mom got here from Hawaii today. They had a flight to Houston and Dad went from there to the house to check up on stuff and mom caught a flight to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112769890558692782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112769890558692782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112769890558692782' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-112750242079159978</id><published>2005-09-23T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T14:07:00.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fuck You Too, Mother Nature.My Rita Storm JournalWritten in my creative writing journal Wednesday night around 1 AM:My home is going to be destroyed. I will never see the majority of my friends again. All proof that I existed for the first 17 years of my life will be gone.I'm currently sitting on a couple of towels in the bathtub of a Days Inn somewhere south of Little Rock, Arkansas. I would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112750242079159978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112750242079159978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112750242079159978' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-112723651048645471</id><published>2005-09-20T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T13:21:31.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Ouch. My tummy hurts. I exercised to much today...ugh...teh lazy. Today will be my first day of work. God, I'm scared O.O I'm gonna get hit by a car... or fall into the smootie machine... or something horrible. I'm actually kind of glad that my schedule is so packed. Gives me something to do all the time. Though I wish I could just go to martial arts all day... After I graduate I think I'm just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112723651048645471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112723651048645471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112723651048645471' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-112722148559248801</id><published>2005-09-20T08:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T08:05:57.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> A Tribute Post To Brittany She made one for me and it made me so happy so I'm gonna make one for her too! ^^Brittany, you've been nothing but an awesome friend for as long as I've know you. I remember all the times we talked about depression and medication and ther-rape-me. I remember the happy lamp (*giggle!*). When either one of us is upset we can always talk to each other and damn the rest of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112722148559248801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112722148559248801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112722148559248801' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-112718512965261002</id><published>2005-09-19T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T21:58:49.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Not As Alone As I Thought I Was I wish I could live in the martial arts dojo. I wish I could drop out of school and stay there all day. That's all I need. I didn't think that I'd be able to make it through the rest of the day without breaking down but I got to martial arts and I felt revitalized or something. We did all these kicks on the bags and played sword and shield and I sucked at it but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112718512965261002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112718512965261002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112718512965261002' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-112717073223978539</id><published>2005-09-19T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T17:58:52.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> You Might As Well Smile. It's All Going To Hell Anyway. Why do I even try? I always end up being an ass anyways. Pff. No. It's not even worth it. I was happier back then when I didn't care. I was happier with no mind set. And I was better for it too. When you stop caring then the world doesn't seem half as bad as it did before. When I accept that everything sucks, I'm just a worhtless piece of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112717073223978539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112717073223978539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112717073223978539' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-112715262565708678</id><published>2005-09-19T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T16:11:44.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I typed this up during A lunch but I waited until afterschool to post it because I thought I might feel different by then, but I don't. I so don't. What. The. Fuck. Ever. I just got a job, which I've been trying to do for the past year or so, and that's awesome because that now means that I can actually go to martial arts seminars, afford new uniforms and equipment (god knows I need it. The tie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112715262565708678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112715262565708678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112715262565708678' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-112675147584613831</id><published>2005-09-14T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T21:31:15.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Why are people so stupid? First of all, I'm posting this online because I know Jake doesn't have access to the internet, or is too lazy to seek it out. Because Matt informed me of this and told me that he wasn't supposed to let me know and if Jake knew that he told me then he'd give Matt a good hurtin'. ...In which case I would KILL HIM. He already beat up one of my friends... And Matt's a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112675147584613831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112675147584613831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112675147584613831' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-112666591212813038</id><published>2005-09-13T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T21:48:43.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Hawaii My parents are leaving this Saturday to go to Hawaii for a couple weeks for their 25th Anniversary! Woo! So My Grandma, my Aunt Jennifer and her new daughter Allison are coming down to watch the house, and me, while Ma and Pa are gone. I'm kind of worried about my parents seeing as mom gave me a talk about in the event of her and dad's death that my legal guardian will be Aunt Carol but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112666591212813038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112666591212813038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112666591212813038' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-112666424132421124</id><published>2005-09-13T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T21:23:12.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Coasterthon-age See Annie's blog for a summary of how awesome Coasterthon was. Here are a few loverly pictures from the awesomely awesome event:The Barricades of FreedomThis is Annie and I in the couch-bed we folded out every night and used the discarded couch cushions to erect a barricade of freedom between my parents' side of the room and ours while singing various Les Mis songs. Notice the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112666424132421124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112666424132421124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112666424132421124' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-112662676835884596</id><published>2005-09-13T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T10:52:48.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Off Periods Are Love. Yo, kids. I love my off period. Its wonderful. I'm at home now, lounging about. I was practicing all the forms I've learned thus far for TaeKwonDo and I managed ok. I kinda mixedup the end part of Won Hyo with Yul Gok. But that's ok because I realized I did it wrong and then went back and re-did them. So now I just have to learn Toi Gye and Kwang Gae and I'll know all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112662676835884596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112662676835884596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112662676835884596' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-112648576613453856</id><published>2005-09-11T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T19:42:46.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMG, BABY!: Antoni Ostrowski My cousins in Poland, Asia and Lukasz had their baby! Lookit, isn't he flippin' adorable?!?!? I love him! XD This is the only baby that I like and look! He isn't bald! WOO!Antoni OstrowskiLukasz and Antoni XDAsia and Antoni. She doesn't even look like she just had a baby. It's crazy.Asia and Antoni again. So cute! *dies*(&gt; ")&gt;Jenny</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112648576613453856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112648576613453856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112648576613453856' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-112627075381913546</id><published>2005-09-09T07:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T20:10:29.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Assualt with a deadly...uh...lobster?So yesterday was some awesome fun. And some crazy stress. And lots of pain. But still, awesome.The only free time I had yesterday was 6 am to 7am and then the 10 minutes between when school ended and when play rehearsals started. But then I felt really sick and spent another 10 minutes in the bathroom but I don't consider that free time...Anywho, so I left </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112627075381913546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112627075381913546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112627075381913546' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-112604679996281909</id><published>2005-09-06T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T17:46:39.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Look, ma! The world is ugly again! LJ isn't letting me sign in. Again. And I accidently posted a comment twice because of that. And now I can't delete it. Because I freakin' can't sign in!!!!*grr!**Argh!*But I got cast in Ros &amp; Guil Are Dead! Woo! And so I get to be a funny person. Score.The dome light in my car has been out for a while so I went to go get another bulb today but it turns out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112604679996281909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112604679996281909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112604679996281909' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-112596251165928112</id><published>2005-09-05T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T18:21:51.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I need a new Chatter Box...&gt;.&gt; I was going to post on my space, but then I was like 'Why? Blogger is so much cooler...' Mom and I cleaned house today and then I had cramps of death, so we sat around for about 3 hours and watched Fullmetal Alchemist and I cried because it was sad T.T But its ok now. Except that my computer is being a ho-bag and not letting me sign on to LJ, but thats ok because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112596251165928112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112596251165928112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112596251165928112' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-112567675035437725</id><published>2005-09-02T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T10:59:10.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who hasn't posted in forever?! ME!!!! XD Yeah, so, yo. &gt;.&gt; I've totally been here the whole time...&lt;.&lt;; ... You just didn't see me O.O 'Cause IMA NINJA!!!! XD &gt;.&lt;*cough* Anywho, being a senior is awesome. My parking spot is awesome. My diver's liscence (still can't spell it...) is awesome. The 'Polska' sticker on my car is awesome, and gosh darned-it, I'M AWESOME! "Because I'm good enough, I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112567675035437725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112567675035437725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112567675035437725' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-112076930320582362</id><published>2005-07-07T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T15:48:23.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La La La La Quiz!  You scored as Genma. You�re Genma, one of the top Jounin in Konoha.You�re calm and collected � in one word, cool � and remain so even when it�s a matter of life and death. People generally respect you and trust. No wonder you get to do the most difficult missions. Genma81%TenTen75%Kakashi69%Rock Lee63%Shikamaru56%Sasuke56%Neji50%Iruka50%Naruto38%Hinata38%Which Naruto ninja are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112076930320582362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/112076930320582362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112076930320582362' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-111995852767677930</id><published>2005-06-28T06:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T06:35:57.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Poland-ness Woot, so I've been in Poland for a little longer than a week now and I'm already homesick. Annie, I've written you a 4 page long letter already. I'm not sure when I'm gonna mail it. I may just give it to you when I get back. Right now I'm stealing internet from Lukasz and Asia's apartment (it's so pretty! XD). I've been so internet deprieved it's not even funny. Seriously. I've been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111995852767677930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111995852767677930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111995852767677930' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-111835286136663832</id><published>2005-06-09T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T16:34:21.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Itachi's Birthday! And A New TEMPLATE!!!! So, I'm finally paying attention to my blog again. Woot! and I've given it a new template because this one is so effin' cute it makes me want to vomit. In the good way.  Do you see the little music thing on the side?! It plays the midi version of Haruka Kanata, the second Naruto opening! You love it, don't you? DON'T YOU?!!?!?!?!? @_X *CRAZAH EYE!* So </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111835286136663832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111835286136663832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111835286136663832' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-111508779380237156</id><published>2005-05-02T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T21:49:35.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stealing FatAnnie and I went Stealing Fat today. What the hell does that mean, you ask? Well, here we go. EXPLAINATION!:For Chamber Music Annie has to be a fat lady so we got all excited and ran up to the costum loft to find the fat suit and spent, like, 20 minutes trying to find it under all of the mess that is the costum loft so in that 20 minutes we theorized about Fight Club and how it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111508779380237156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111508779380237156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111508779380237156' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-111478054714966223</id><published>2005-04-29T08:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T10:33:49.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I once loved you, Lancelot! Yeah, so, Weiss Kreuz outtakes. Totally the best thing that ever happened to the world. I had a weird dream that had Tyler Durden (the Brad Pitt version) in it. It was freakish. I was out and about with, like, three other people, I think one of the was Julie Rinn, and we stopped and this big mall type thing to eat. So we went up to this Mcdonald's place and Julie and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111478054714966223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111478054714966223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111478054714966223' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-111461979751468055</id><published>2005-04-27T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T11:36:37.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "I Wanted To Breathe Smoke." Stuff happened. People are forcing themselves into my affairs. I can't really blame them, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. I've been writing a lot. In fact, that's all I do. I used to come home and sit at the computer for the rest of the night. Now I either do chore type things with Mom, or I sit up in my room and work on my stories. I like it that way. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111461979751468055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111461979751468055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111461979751468055' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-111361565675816102</id><published>2005-04-15T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T20:45:25.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Discombobulated This song is actually incredibly inappropriate if you listen to the whole thing, but I like the inbetween parts, so here they are:"...Help me! I broke apart my inside.Help me! I've got no soul to tell.Help me! The only thing that works for me,Help me get away from myself...My whole existence is flawed,You get me closer to God.You can have my isolation.You can have the hate that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111361565675816102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111361565675816102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111361565675816102' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-111299799248633785</id><published>2005-04-08T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T17:06:32.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Post Wisdom Teeth Removal: You lied to me, you horrible horrible people.    The dentist did not give me anything to knock me out. He numbed the hell out of the right side of my mouth and then started picking away. Meaning, I was conscious the whole time. Meaning, I was fully awake and alert while my teeth were getting ripped out of my mouth. It was probably the most unpleasant thing I have ever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111299799248633785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111299799248633785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111299799248633785' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-111283063403359262</id><published>2005-04-06T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T18:38:17.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> The disgusting whiney Icon post Icons For The Post:      Yeah, I feel like a lot of things today. I dunno. I talked alot to Matt today and I've been thinking about me. And just stuff. In general. This is probably something I shouldn't annouce to the public, but I think everyone already knows; I'm really easily manipulated. At first I thought, meh, whatever, no ones asshole-ish enough to take </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111283063403359262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111283063403359262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111283063403359262' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-111264633206871894</id><published>2005-04-04T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T16:29:43.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> WooooooOOOOoooOOOoo!Icon O' the Post: Ok, so Brittany finally got her script for the One Act she's going to do. It's a play about these 8 crazy women in an insane asylum who all think that they are some historical figure. I get to play the one that is Joan of Arc ^^. Annie will be Mozart's wife. Ella is Emilia Airhart (sp?) and she gets strangled in the end! Woot! My first line, I walk in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111264633206871894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111264633206871894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111264633206871894' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-111222534645903198</id><published>2005-03-30T17:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T18:17:28.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Summary of the time between last time I posted and now I flipped out. Humpty Dumpty fell down and shattered into a bunch of peices and then called Matt and said "Time to get the hot glue, sonny boy!" Drama Drama Drama. We didn't advance but Pip-kins got best actor (*WUV!* *ish all proud ^^*). I'm an idiot. I'm so screwed up. I can't even communicate when I know it would fix a lot of things </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111222534645903198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111222534645903198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111222534645903198' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-111206009313044750</id><published>2005-03-28T19:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T20:51:44.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IhatemyselfihatemyselfIwanttopeelthefleshoffmyfacegod damnit, i'm a freakin' idiot. I'm screwed up and I can't help but bleeding my all over the people around me GODDAMNIT! I hate myself! I was so pissed today. In a really weird mood. I was doing a complete system shut down. Loggin off life. I can actually do that. None of the bullcrap about "Silly rabbit! You can't turn off your feelings! That's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111206009313044750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111206009313044750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111206009313044750' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-111198148221423462</id><published>2005-03-27T21:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T21:44:42.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Weiss KreuzSo I've seen episodes 1-5 and episodes 17-21 of the anime Weiss Kreuz and I've decided that I love it and it shall be mine. Thus, I ordered it off ebay. I'll watch it all when I'm sitting at home crying after I have my wisdom teeth pulled out. I've also fallen in love with the opening song. That and the outtakes. I need to have Manuel come over and watch the outtakes, seeing as he's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111198148221423462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111198148221423462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111198148221423462' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-111170817476963372</id><published>2005-03-24T17:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T18:12:34.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Apathy I got really pissed today for no apparent reason.And then I punched the bathroom wall.And then I screamed "SHIT!" because it hurt like a mo'fo'.I'm sure I'm getting really annoying with this by now. Ross told me to stop whining. But you know, I really don't care. If you're annoyed with me, then good. Leave me the hell alone. Maybe if everyone hates me then they'll stop asking what's wrong</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111170817476963372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111170817476963372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111170817476963372' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-111135215688898505</id><published>2005-03-20T14:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T15:02:12.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Uh oh, Jenny's obsessed again...So I'm rekindling my obsession for the Jedi Apprentice series that I loved so much in 6th through 8th grade and my love for Obi-Wan and Xanatos (a JA character) and Star Wars in general. This is a short summary of JA by the webmisstress of The Rising Force:"Well, the Jedi Apprentice series is a sequence of some twenty books detailing the Jedi Apprenticeship of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111135215688898505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111135215688898505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111135215688898505' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-111128709746846885</id><published>2005-03-19T20:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T22:14:19.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Liar I feel like every word I say is a lie. The "I'm not fucked up" side of my likes to think that maybe it's because I'm always being told that I'm lying. When I used to say "I'm sorry" to my dad he always, always responed with "No you're not." When I say one thing to someone, they tell me that it's not how I really feel. Or they tell me that I'm making it up, it's just an excuse to avoid the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111128709746846885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111128709746846885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111128709746846885' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-111128561112931275</id><published>2005-03-19T20:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T20:42:38.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fight ClubJust finished watching. I've re-realized why I love that movie. Because it makes me hate my existance about 50 times more than I had before I started the movie, but it makes it funny. Lol, I'm not making much sense right now because I'm in a post-Fight Club daze. It's a great movie really. Some of my favorite lines:"There's a sick sort of desperation in your laugh.""I felt like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111128561112931275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111128561112931275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111128561112931275' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-111127858029565540</id><published>2005-03-19T18:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T18:29:40.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Look Ma! Jenny's whining about her life again!So I hate myself and I hate myself for hating myself because it's so stupid and melodramatic and woe-is-me and such a funking (Shaun of the Dead flashback) dumbass. Here, lets take a look at how dumb I am:Captian Wow:I am bored!Jenny:sorryJenny:im wallowing in self-hatredCaptian Wow:Ah, I'm sorryCaptian Wow:Why?Jenny:dunnoJenny:I've been in a constant</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111127858029565540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111127858029565540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111127858029565540' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-111126093639690697</id><published>2005-03-19T13:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T13:35:36.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Strangest Thing Ever. I've been listening to the Llama Song for the last 30 minutes and instead of making me happy and giddy like it usually does, I feel more depressed but I have the random seizures of laughter, and then go straight back to hating everything lol. O.O Freakish. And since I've strated it playing, it's become really hot in this room...O.O. Here it is. Love it:The Llama Song(&gt; ")&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111126093639690697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111126093639690697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111126093639690697' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-111116258452223348</id><published>2005-03-18T10:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T10:16:24.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is how I feel: 3-12-05:I almost felt alive today.3-17-05 @ 12:07 midnight:I feel like I'm dying. Like my body is decaying.I'm going nuts. Too much in my head. Too much I never wanted.I don't have the energy to care anymore. I know you're trying to help, but it's over.Artist: SwitchfootAlbum: New Way To Be HumanSong: Let That Be EnoughWish I had what I neededTo be on my ownCause I feel so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111116258452223348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/111116258452223348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111116258452223348' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-110902002103098835</id><published>2005-02-21T14:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T15:07:01.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I Am So Awesome. That's right! I'm awesome! Bow down and kiss my feet! I got an award for being Super-Wicked-Awesome! SO SUCK ON THAT!!!(&gt; ")&gt;Jenny</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/110902002103098835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/110902002103098835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110902002103098835' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-110875435689483070</id><published>2005-02-18T13:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T16:45:40.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> A Thingy I Got Off Shu-chan's LJ Part 1 -- The Basics [x]What's your name? ::: Jenny.Birthplace ::: Lake Jackson...eww.Age you act ::: ...answer may vary...Current location ::: Lake Jackson. eww.Eye color ::: brown all outlined in green.Hair color ::: dark brown.Right, lefty or ambidextrous? ::: I'm left hand impaired. Right. Totally Right.Zodiac sign? ::: er...Leo?Height? ::: 5' 4" Woot.[x] </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/110875435689483070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/110875435689483070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110875435689483070' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-110874587131949304</id><published>2005-02-18T10:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T10:57:51.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Blogger kicks Live Journal's ass. But I still like LJ.I've decided that I'm going to go ahead and let anyone see my Live Journal. But you have to care enough to ask me for the url.(&gt; ")&gt;Jenny</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/110874587131949304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/110874587131949304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110874587131949304' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-110850475574805985</id><published>2005-02-15T15:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T16:24:20.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I feel like crawling into a dark hole and dieing. I feel so horrible today. For starters: I'm sick. My head feels like it's imploding, my throat feels like I drank sulfuric acid, my chest feels like there's an elephant stepping on it and my back feels like someone stuck a knife in it and forgot to take it out. But oh no, that's not all kids. I feel so horrible today. I've just randomly been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/110850475574805985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/110850475574805985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110850475574805985' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-110834528931365731</id><published>2005-02-13T19:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T19:41:29.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I Hate Indifference. This is where I stand on 'indifference'. I hate it. It should be banned from the human spectrum of emotions. Everyone should have and state their firm, solid and clear opinion on any subject when asked. None of this "Well...I dunno. *shrug* Whatever." crap! Nuh uh! Jenny ain't takin' that no more!...*ish hypocritical*the end.(&gt; ")&gt;Jenny.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/110834528931365731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/110834528931365731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110834528931365731' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-110814272620901053</id><published>2005-02-11T11:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T11:25:26.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SURPRESS THE RESISTANCE!I just heard a teacher say this to her class in the library:"You're work ethic is non-existant today...Quit the resistance and get your notes done."Yes! Surpress The Resistance! Go and get your riot gear! Some one fetch the tear gas, these kids are goin' nuts! This will not be tolerated! *inhales deeply* AH! I smell Revolution in the air! Pull out The Guillotine; It's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/110814272620901053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/110814272620901053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110814272620901053' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-110814128304970078</id><published>2005-02-11T10:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T11:01:23.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Flooblebox. Why do you hate me?Yeah, flooblebox effin' hates me! The chatterbox has died and has failed to raise again within the next 3 days! NOT. COOL. ...pisses me off...speaking of which, I need money so I can buy a Valentines dealy for Pip-kins. Donations, anyone? I owe my mom over $100. FAAAAAK! Ugh. I've started posting on Live Journal. If you know my username then you're allowed to look.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/110814128304970078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/110814128304970078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110814128304970078' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-110814052924743752</id><published>2005-02-11T10:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T10:49:18.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> All The Same, Take Me Away, We're Dead To The WorldBooyah. Nightwish lyrics. Check it out kids:"Dead To The World" by Nightwish:All the same take me awayWe're dead to the worldThe child gave thought to the poet's worldGave comfort to the Fallen(Heartfelt, lovelorn)Remaining, yet still uninvitedThose words scented my soul(Lonely soul, Ocean soul)It's not the monsters under your bedIt is the Man </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/110814052924743752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/110814052924743752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110814052924743752' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-110632785373351102</id><published>2005-01-21T11:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T11:17:33.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>J:Your Beauty liesin Dreams. Day-dreamer, creative and forever lostin thoughts. You're adreamer, wanting more in your life than you havenow. Though you a lot of yourdreams never seem to leave your own mind. You'vecreated your own little worldinside that head of yours and you're most beautifulwhen your mind is inthe clouds with sparkles in your eyes. You'd ratherbe asleep than awake and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/110632785373351102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/110632785373351102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110632785373351102' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-110632638799630165</id><published>2005-01-21T10:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T10:53:07.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Saving Myself from Death by Annie-BeatingOk, so, since I've been being nagged at my friends *cough* ANNIE! *cough* to post, I am doing so now. I'm in the library at school on my off period researching 'Queen'. You know, the band that did Bohemian Rhapsody and Another One Bites the Dust? I love Another One Bites the Dust but the CD I have it on is all scartched up which totally sucks. TOTALLY. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/110632638799630165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/110632638799630165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110632638799630165' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-110539721683987311</id><published>2005-01-10T16:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T16:46:56.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "Don't make fun of my hobbies, I don't make fun of you for being an asshole."Wrote this in my spiral at school:Ugh. There was this big First Semester Overview packet thing that was supposed to be turned in today and guess what? I left it at home in my Chem book because I'm freakin' retarded. Fuck. Wonderful. Nothing like starting the new semester with a zero. And because Mrs. Gisler hates </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/110539721683987311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/110539721683987311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110539721683987311' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-110537746889526370</id><published>2005-01-10T10:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T11:17:48.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> NEE-HAI!!! Tis my sound of the day. I really ought to be working on my history work right now but I'm exploring my limits on this new security thing that the Bwood computers have. So far I've made it to Live Journal, Blogger, the AnimeNation Forums, and Bolt, but I couldn't get on to Gaia. I have failed in my mission. *weeps**bleeds**and everyday a new gash is added to her wounds*. Ok, so I've</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/110537746889526370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/110537746889526370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110537746889526370' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-110488994910081331</id><published>2005-01-04T19:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T19:52:29.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> And I did...Just to prove my geeky Zelda-obsessed-ness: A ZELDA TEMPLATE! Enjoy kids, it's all updated and everything.(&gt; ")&gt;Jenny</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/110488994910081331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/110488994910081331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110488994910081331' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982907.post-110488643022484022</id><published>2005-01-04T18:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T18:53:50.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I have seen The Angel Gabriel. And I believe. There this guy who works at Blockbuster named Gabriel (sp?) who I've made friends with because I'm always there for my free movie rental pass and I always end up in his line, anywho, his name tag says "The Angel Gabriel". Matt and I became his fans. Yesterday he was his last day. He had to go back to school. We're going to make shirts that say "I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/110488643022484022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982907/posts/default/110488643022484022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironyandmicrowaves.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110488643022484022' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565888289488126713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
