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  <title>Kirihara Akaya</title>
  <subtitle>Kirihara Akaya</subtitle>
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    <name>Kirihara Akaya</name>
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  <updated>2005-09-30T02:13:00Z</updated>
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    <title>red_eye_terror @ 2005-09-29T22:13:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-30T02:13:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-30T02:13:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Huh, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School.  Second day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright.  It's alright.  Things are gonna be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:red_eye_terror:24826</id>
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    <title>...</title>
    <published>2005-09-25T23:45:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-25T23:46:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">... oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so that's how it went i guess and&lt;br /&gt;and that's it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fault, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;b&gt;]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:red_eye_terror:24432</id>
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    <title>red_eye_terror @ 2005-09-23T10:00:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-23T17:01:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-23T17:04:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">world?  prepare to be pwn'd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i mean it, because you know rikkai IS AWESOME and i actually don't think i have time to be making this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who are we playing?  i don't even know!! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better entry later!?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:red_eye_terror:24201</id>
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    <title>red_eye_terror @ 2005-09-14T17:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-14T21:45:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-14T21:45:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Art-School - Foolish</lj:music>
    <content type="html">September continues and MY DOOM IS NIGH.  No I mean it this time.  Since... since when did we even have an art club, and what would make anybody think &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't just be like "hey no I'm trying to be the world's best tennis player ever here, guys, sorry but fuck off!" because that'd be like GIVING UP and giving up is for losers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something really painfully, upsettingly ironic about this song coming on on iTunes right now.  So, so many levels of wrong right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I wonder if any of my sister's stupid arty friends have, like, art supply shit I can borrow.  Or something.  I've only got some Pochacco markers that grandma gave me a couple of years ago, and like half of those are run out.&lt;br /&gt;Hey wait why am I trying to put effort into this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can bust out some crazy shit with a permanent marker or something, and be all, "yeah, it's artistic.  the fact that it's in black and white represents the balance of good and evil and the duality of human nature."  Or something arty like that.  I don't know.  What BS do art kids make up to justify their shit?</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>red_eye_terror @ 2005-09-04T11:31:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-04T15:41:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-04T15:41:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Art-School - foolish</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ooooh, man, September.  Ugh.  Stupidest month ever, okay!?  I'm just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[&lt;/b&gt;You know, sometimes words just cannot express how mad stupid I feel.  It's crazy, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I know I'm not an idiot -- or, uhm, not that much of one.  I'm not the smartest kid in any of my classes or anything, but I'm still pretty good at most things.  Just.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I think I'm trying to get to is ... I like spending time with Yanagi.  Just being around him, it kinda calms me down sometimes, right?  And it's just, yeah.  Just.  I can't help thinking this's really stupid.  Plus, okay, yeah, I think he's hot.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just this weird feeling I've got, like -- I almost -- I don't know.  I feel really selfish somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just, yeah.  Writing stuff down is supposed to help you get what you're thinking better, right?  But how can you write it down if you can't even think of the right words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I think I'm gonna chalk all this up to having a bad day and go on with my life.  Just gotta wait and see what happens, basically.&lt;b&gt;]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, I suddenly REALLY WANT RAMEN, what the hell.  Fuck this journal shit, I'm gonna go hassle Mom into actually MAKING LUNCH FOR ONCE</content>
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    <title>red_eye_terror @ 2005-08-23T23:02:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-24T03:04:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-24T03:24:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">... Why is it &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt; that random chicks decide to ask me weird things.  Why not, say, like six months ago or something, because that would have been helluva cool back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So do you dress to the left or the right?"&lt;br /&gt;Haha, man, I seriously even had to ask her what the hell she was talking about, because I don't know!  I just don't know!  I feel so ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, so very ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, FISH.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="12"&gt;FISH.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;fish.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, oh shit the smiley for this mood is awesome.  BOUNCE LITTLE DUDE BOUNCE.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:red_eye_terror:23540</id>
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    <title>red_eye_terror @ 2005-08-14T13:06:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-14T17:12:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-14T17:12:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>no no music thanks</lj:music>
    <content type="html">dude wait what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how the fuck did it get to be afternoon&lt;br /&gt;on the fourteenth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck this i'm going back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;actual thinking shall come later&lt;br /&gt;because seriously&lt;br /&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't even go anywhere like &lt;br /&gt;intent on causing trouble&lt;br /&gt;or some shit like that&lt;br /&gt;so i don't know&lt;br /&gt;i am pretty sure there were waterguns involved though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't planning on &lt;br /&gt;typing this entry all retarded&lt;br /&gt;without punctuation and stuff&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looks kinda cool&lt;br /&gt;like i'm writing a poem&lt;br /&gt;only not because it doesn't&lt;br /&gt;rhyme or anything&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm just hitting &lt;br /&gt;the enter key a lot&lt;br /&gt;because i can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah okay&lt;br /&gt;i'm done now</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:red_eye_terror:23063</id>
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    <title>red_eye_terror @ 2005-08-09T22:29:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-10T02:29:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-10T02:29:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">all's well that ends well, and other such nonsense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;debts shall be repaid at a later date.  etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no, no, i will not explain anything any further, so don't anybody reading this bother asking.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:red_eye_terror:22840</id>
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    <title>red_eye_terror @ 2005-08-08T09:31:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-08T13:47:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-08T13:47:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My parents suck and won't give me money and I'm typing this on my phone so don't get too pissed at spelling errors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, so I was on this trahn, right, and I think I meant to Tokyo but I don't actually remember because I, uh, might have been a little fucked up at the time (and I will not go into that any further!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pulled that missed-stop thing I do so well, only it was kinda impressive this time because I managed to switch trains, to the fucking SHINKANSEN SO UHM WHAT THE HELL and my batteries are gonna run out so I guess I should get to the point which is that I managdd to get stuck in Morioka???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmmmm so basiclly I'm broke and feel like shit coz uh well NOT TALKING ABOUT THIS WEEKEND and yeah, phone, batteries, it's beeping at me now.  Yeah so just FYI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait hey I think I can</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:red_eye_terror:22690</id>
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    <title>SCIENCE</title>
    <published>2005-07-28T20:13:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-29T04:30:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Morikubo Shoutarou - I.D.E.A.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.spookfish.net/kiri_replieelol.jpg" alt="LOL"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spookfish.net/kiri_repliee2.jpg" alt="LOLOLOL"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... SCIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[&lt;/b&gt;Oh, man, I was totally about to make a totally lame post all "o no yanagi hasnt hung out wif me in a while omg :( :( :( :( :( :(" and then I actually, you know, checked my friends list and shit, and THERE YOU GO.  Victory is had, and I've instead opted to make a post about how I didn't make a post!  Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this post has like 10x more science than that one would have.  And that would have been tragic, since this science is being put to the purpose of MAKING ROBOT CHICKS.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wholeheartedly support all future endeavors these scientists undertake in the fine art of MAKING ROBOT CHICKS, okay?  Call me shallow, but I am pretty sure that this is the entire purpose of mankind finally come to fruition.  &lt;i&gt;robot chicks, dude!&lt;/i&gt;  The potential is &lt;i&gt;so right there&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the future, AND IT IS BEAUTIFUL.  OH SHIT IS IT BEAUTIFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway no, seriously, I was feeling all stupid again, like, for NO REASON.  Like "Oh well I guess that's that then whatever THE END now to more doomed attempts at picking up THE LADIES or something???? :( :( :( :(" and some more stupid emoticons and shit.  You know.  That sort of thing.  (I kept myself distracted with tennis and video games (and mayhaps a few other things eh) for three weeks!  Shut up journal I KNOW YOU'RE LAUGHING AT ME.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I am such a spazz.  Ooooh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I like how I'm talking about this... TO MYSELF.  SELF, WHAT IS THE POINT? GYPATRPAYSHTGPWSRRt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To continue with the pattern of ACTING LIKE A LITTLE GIRL: like, &lt;i&gt;what&lt;/i&gt;ever!&lt;b&gt;]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spookfish.net/kiri_repliee3.jpg" alt="wtf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FUTURE IS NOW.</content>
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    <title>red_eye_terror @ 2005-07-22T00:08:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-22T04:13:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-22T04:13:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Apparently there is such a thing as too much tennis.  (Well, too much tennis and then running around like an idiot trying to find something and then having to fight an evil sister for control of the stereo and then having to leave again to get something from the convenience store and then running back home and then having to go back to the store to buy a whole bunch of other stuff that ways probably like a million pounds and then running back home with all that and then walking somewhere to get dinner then ditching the family to go to the arcade and --)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I am tired and sore and oh man today sucked.  Why am I still awake?  I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and at one point I fell asleep on a bus so then I had to get back home after that too, which was crazy because I was way far away and it was getting late so like the bus I needed wasn't running so I had to catch ANOTHER one and then walk like six blocks and stuff to get home instead of being kinda close to home (which would have been good) so yeah.  I mean I'm perfectly capable of walking six blocks but dude after a day like that?  Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think this entry makes any sense at all.  Basically I did too much stuff for one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep now.  Definitely sleep now.  Lots and lots of sleep.</content>
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    <title>red_eye_terror @ 2005-07-17T16:36:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-17T20:44:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-17T22:12:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We might have something vaguely resembling a chance next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like after this year is done (... seriously, what is up with that, I don't get it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway after this year's season finally gets its ass in gear and finishes, then we'll have a chance for winning next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i make perfect sense.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, it's on the internet, and as we all know everything ever said on the internet is fact.  Rikkai's gonna wiiii-iiiin.  Again.  And again and again and again, as per usual, because we rock that hard!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, yes, I have been spending large amounts of time perfecting my incredible tennis skills.  I could beat &lt;i&gt;anybody ever&lt;/i&gt;.  ... Well, maybe not, but it would be cool if I could!  I could beat a lot of people, though, which I already do but still I swear I've gotten better, so that means I can beat people I used to be able to beat &lt;i&gt;even better&lt;/i&gt;.  Also it means I'm awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rikkai's badassery shall remain unsurpassed.  (I still don't know what haberdashery means, which sort of implies that I should look it up eventually.  Eeeeeh.  Later.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically LIFE IS AWESOME and &lt;s&gt;all the&lt;/s&gt; some of the other schools suck at tennis, so HAH sucks to be you guys at those schools!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha that's a joke!  Or is it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;[&lt;b&gt;ooc&lt;/b&gt;: the struck-out portion has been edited because kirihara says so.]&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>what</title>
    <published>2005-07-11T04:09:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-11T04:09:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>what</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Inoue Orihime, Kurosaki Ichigo, and a llama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS TIME THE DOUJINSHI ARTISTS HAVE TRULY GONE TOO FAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;i&gt;oh&lt;/i&gt; my poor eyes.  Why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why&lt;/b&gt;.</content>
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    <title>red_eye_terror @ 2005-07-07T08:30:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-07T12:55:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-07T12:55:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>B'z - Ultra Soul</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I think I'm getting bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called up the most useful-lookin' of the other second years though, and managed to talk all of them into extra practice over the summer.  I'm gonna work the little bastards to the bone until they're up to standard!  (... Not that I can really call them "little bastards," what with half of them being bigger than me, but it's the principle of the thing!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... but okay seriously am I the only one who thinks Rikkai's uniform is kind of ugly?  I'm proud to wear it and all but who the shit decided to make it yellow?  I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[&lt;/b&gt;Okay, so like ... my sister is insane.  I don't know if I've made note of this or not.  Last week -- and I refused to write this, because seriously, what the shit but I figure it's actually kind of funny now I think of it --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so last week I went to a movie with Yanagi (... I guess technically he's still my senpai and all, but should I still be calling him that if we're -- uhm, y'know?  But it's not like we've even ... done ... anything at all actually.  Except gone to a movie.  Uh.  But yeah, I don't know, I think I'll maybe drop the title.  But maybe not in public because I guess that'd be too obvious, but then again, why shouldn't other people know?  But I guess there's no reason for people to know if there's not really anything for them to know, and I don't know who the hell would notice anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last week I went to a movie with Yanagi, and I was trying to, you know, pick out something decent to wear.  Which doesn't really matter all &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; much or anything, but I wanted to, right?  So anyway, picking out clothes.  And my sister pokes her head in, all, "Oooh, Aka-tan, what are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was just like, "I'm getting dressed, what the hell does it look like?  Go away."  Because, really, clothing.  She's got nothing to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But noooooo, idiot girl has to come in and be all "Are you going on a daaaate?  Or do you just think you are?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was all, "Shut up!" because I mean I guess it was actually a date this time, haha, that seems weird to think of, doesn't it.  But I guess she took my shut up as a 'Oh yes dear sister I am and obviously that means you have to help me choose an outfit!' because that's what she took upon herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wouldn't let me wear the shirt I was &lt;i&gt;going&lt;/i&gt; to wear, which was like, WTF OKAY GO AWAYYYYY.  All, "Oh, no, Aka-tan, you have to look good if you're gonna impress her, whoever-she-is!  You can't wear a hoodie in summer anyway!" and I was just like "Why not?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And okay, so I guess it was kinda too hot outside to wear a hoodie.  And I guess that the shirt I wore was more comfortable and all, and maaaaaaaybe it looked better but anyway the point is that my sister is both stupid and an idiot.  So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It is a good shirt though and I kinda didn't remember I had it and I'm not even sure when I bought it, huh, 'coz it was shoved in the back corner of a drawer I don't think I remembered existed either, uhhhh.  ... So why did she know it was there?! OKAY SOME THINGS ARE BEST NOT KNOWING.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so yeah.  Anyway I guess last week, that was good, I had a good time.  (I don't see any reason to dress any better for a, uhm, date with Yanagi, because you know, we know each other, it's not like I have to impress him or anything right?  But I guess at the same time I guess it's not a bad idea or something.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;b&gt;]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... man this song is old.  I didn't even think I had any -- oh of course it's my sister's &lt;i&gt;and she wants the computer&lt;/i&gt; because she's stupid.  YEAH THAT'S RIGHT I SAID Igtapwrgtuwatgwagaw</content>
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    <title>red_eye_terror @ 2005-07-03T12:10:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-03T16:11:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-03T16:11:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Potshot - Anytime</lj:music>
    <content type="html">... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, just this once:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, no more random stupid smilies, ever.  I swear.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:red_eye_terror:21140</id>
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    <title>red_eye_terror @ 2005-06-27T23:19:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-28T03:30:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-28T04:02:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Spin Aqua - Paper Moon</lj:music>
    <content type="html">...!  Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hey, you're like ... graduated and stuff, and did I say congrats earlier?  I am pretty sure I did, but it's best to make sure, so I'll say it (again?):  congrats!  ... On moving on up to, you know, high school.  Which, at an elevator school, I guess isn't quite as impressive as it could be, but Rikkai's still awesome, so not to diss on our school or anything, but you know what I mean, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I was wondering if sometime this week (or this weekend or next week or any time really I guess) you might want to go see a movie?  (Actually, this Saturday won't work because I'm probably going to another concert with this kid from my class (formerly?) unless you really wanted to go to that too but I didn't think you would so uuuuuh, yeah.)  Did I end all my parentheses there?  Here, just to be safe: ))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so, movie?  I'd pay and all, because, you know.  Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so just get back to me whenever (or don't)!</content>
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    <title>...</title>
    <published>2005-06-27T12:53:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-27T13:10:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT WAIT WAIT DOES THIS MEAN I'M CAPTAIN NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... If &lt;i&gt;I'm&lt;/i&gt; captain then I can't call &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; captain anymore because then that'd be like undermining my own authority and stuff, wouldn't it?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...  HI YUKIMURA NOT-BUCHOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Dude, I don't know how to go about captain-ing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, I DON'T KNOW IF THIS IS AWESOME OR WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[&lt;/b&gt;WTF OKAY SO.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I have no idea what I'm doing!  Hahaha, I am going to be the most incompetent captain Rikkai's ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I could probably beat like half of the other teams by myself if I really tried -- though I guess I don't know who they've got either, and Hyoutei's usually pretty good (200 people, what the fuck!) but I mean still.  I think I lost track of that sentence somewhere about halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, seriously, I have nooooo clue what I'm doing.  Going to do?  ... I just order people around, right?  Seriously, I know I'm &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; than kick-ass enough at tennis, it's just this telling-people-what-to-do gig.  Though I guess that's not exactly what it is, right?  Being an actual proper &lt;i&gt;leader&lt;/i&gt; ... I don't know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be all bad-ass about it, though, haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only I won't hit people because that's a shit way to do it.  But I can be at least be all "You, idiot first years, run twenty laps right now!" and stuff.  I have to say that at &lt;i&gt;least&lt;/i&gt; once during the year.  I hope I won't have to say it more, right?  I mean, I hope I can whip the team into shape again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, I don't know what the incoming kids'll be like at all.  I hope we'll get some more good people in, so that after me and this year the team'll be able to continue.  But I guess the team's managed all these years, right?  Rikkai's got a nationals-level tennis team, and has had one for years, and we're gonna have one this year, too.  I'll do everything I can to maintain that status -- it's not like just one year's going to ruin us, right?  The team's had to go through this before.  The third years graduating and all, I mean.  That's pretty much an annual event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anything changes between then and now, it's that we're gonna be even better than we were!  Gonna kick ass, take names, and all that good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be interesting, I think.  I'm gonna do my best, and I guess we'll just have to wait and see if that's good enough.&lt;b&gt;]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Uhmmmm.  Yeah!  WHOO CRYPTIC JOURNAL ENTRIES.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:red_eye_terror:20658</id>
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    <title>red_eye_terror @ 2005-06-20T20:21:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-21T00:30:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-21T00:57:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>eastern youth - kiwaku no mado</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Heh&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This band puts on a good live show, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[&lt;/b&gt;I vowed to myself not to be all "WHOA LOOKIT ME MAKE A REALLY LONG EMO POST" again, because long emo posts are shit.  I'm serious here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is not emo.  ... I think it's also not going to be long, but I will use big font.  &lt;i&gt;Big goddamn font&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="18"&gt;PWN'D.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is to say, ohshit, fuck if I know what this actually means but I am pretty sure I'm glad about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and I saw Makoto-kun in school today, the kid I planned to meet up with Friday, and it turns out he got caught stealing a chocolate bar.  What.  That is so insanely pointless, I mean, those things aren't even expensive.  If you're gonna bother stealing something &lt;i&gt;and getting caught&lt;/i&gt;, it had better be something cool.  Or at least NOT RETARDED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stealing's bad and all, but you know, there's still the principle of the whole thing!  I know I can be stupid as shit about some things, but goddamn, I need to hang out with people who are at least a &lt;i&gt;little&lt;/i&gt; smarter than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HAHAHA.  Yanagi-senpai's smarter than that.  tapwetgyhwaptw4at I am not going to resort to girlish smilies to express how fucking happy I am, by the way, alright?  Alright.  Awesome.)&lt;b&gt;]&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>red_eye_terror @ 2005-06-14T12:04:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-14T16:09:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-14T20:30:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[&lt;/b&gt;So yeah, that was really fucking stupid of me, wasn't it.  Not too many other words needed to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm ever gonna explain to anybody, anyway.  None of anyone's business, you know?  Haha, what-the-fuck-ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay, I guess now the thing to do is ... I dunno, get the fuck over it and stop being such a mopy little bitch.  That sounds like a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm gonna ... go do me some judo today or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... yeah, instead of tennis.  I mean, it's not like I &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; skip practice but I ... eh.  Sure as hell can't pull this nonsense next year, but hey, it won't be so much of a problem next year anyway, what with that whole graduation thing and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.  Need at least a &lt;i&gt;few&lt;/i&gt; more hours to &lt;i&gt;stop being such a whiny little bastard&lt;/i&gt;. Right!&lt;b&gt;]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm not failing any of my classes!  (Not that I expected to, but still, it's always a relief to know that kind of thing.)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:red_eye_terror:20157</id>
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    <title>red_eye_terror @ 2005-06-11T22:37:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-12T03:01:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-12T03:01:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, uh, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[&lt;/b&gt;I keep thinking that I should, maybe, I don't know, say something, but then that wouldn't do me any good either, would it?  Get me beat up, maybe, even though I do like girls and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I guess, I don't know, probably nobody'd care that much, 'coz it's really not a big deal, right?  Not like there's anything wrong with it, or, you know, anything.  Not that rare.  Haha.  Y'know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking, you know, okay, okay, I still jerk off to girls and all so this other thing, I can just ignore it, right?  But I don't know, it's kinda -- yeah, hasn't gone away yet, and I ... never really figured on, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ... don't really know.  What you do about that kind of thing, I mean.  It's not like it's anyone's business anyway, now, is it.  No.  It's not, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might ... I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, something.&lt;b&gt;]&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:red_eye_terror:19952</id>
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    <title>red_eye_terror @ 2005-06-04T06:57:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-04T11:00:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-04T11:02:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background: url(http://www.ukauctionhelp.co.uk/anigif/sparkle.gif); font-size: 30pt"&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY YANAGI-SENPAI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[&lt;/b&gt;hahaha, yes, i DID just learn how to do sparkles. &amp;gt;D  oh shit those look obnoxious.  YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the internet rocks, if only because &lt;i&gt;wow that looks so fucking retarded and I love it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I officially win.  Mmhuh.  (Win what?  I have no idea!  I win it anyway!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know if they work right!  &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; can see them, but fuck knows what browser anybody else uses!  Hahaha.&lt;b&gt;]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;((&lt;b&gt;OOC&lt;/b&gt;: That is to say, sorry if the sparkles are tragically non-functional for you, but I assure you that they are ugly as sin, and lolarious to boot.))&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>red_eye_terror @ 2005-05-29T21:42:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-30T01:53:56Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-30T01:55:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Guruguru Eigakan - Soboku na Gimon</lj:music>
    <content type="html">... &lt;i&gt;waitaminute&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[&lt;/b&gt;...umm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the stupidest dilemma ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping is so gay.  And I'm stupid even thinking about this. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I was about to text him and be all 'you wanna go somewhere next weekend?' but that would've been even moooore gay.  Hahaha.  Dude.  Anyway I've got like ... not quite a week, so whatever.  Or is it a week.  I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays, much like Mondays, should be outlawed.  only i guess you run into that same stupid dilemma you do with outlawing mondays, because if you outlaw birthdays then there either won't be any days left or nobody'll ever get any older and the first years would be stupid first years forever but then the team'd stay the same which would be cool only i guess it'd get boring wouldn't it &lt;s&gt;and anyway why does it feel like this year has lasted nearly 3?!&lt;/s&gt; OKAY THAT'S CONFUSING STOPPING NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, seriously, meaningful thoughts rarely are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY YOU KNOW WOW I JUST SPENT AN ENTIRE ENTRY BEING RETARDED OVER NOTHING SO I THINK I'M SHUTTING UP FOR REALS NOW&lt;b&gt;]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this is my second entry in &lt;i&gt;one fucking day&lt;/i&gt;.  Hahaha.  Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;((OOC: Strikeout is deleted, and really, the fourth wall &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to be abused.))&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>red_eye_terror @ 2005-05-29T09:56:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-29T14:00:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-29T14:00:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Suuuuunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[&lt;/b&gt;i'm really kinda the only one for it, aren't I?  nobody else is really awesome enough to lead the team to victory, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is to say, damn it, what the fuck are we going to do next year because we've got like three people besides me who are worth anything and otherwise just a lot of first years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... who aren't going to be first years next year, huh, never mind.  that doesn't mean they don't still suck though so there is kind of an issue there isn't there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i'm being too harsh, i don't know.  they could use some work but hell whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'd better get some more first-year prodigies. &amp;gt;O  it's like fated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ... no seriously, even if we get some more awesome players, i don't know ... would anybody even listen to me?&lt;b&gt;]&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>red_eye_terror @ 2005-05-22T21:33:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-23T01:33:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-23T01:33:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">... Yuh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[&lt;/b&gt;See this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me not writing a stupidly pointlessly long entry for once.  Oooooh.  &lt;i&gt;Hah&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;b&gt;]&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>red_eye_terror @ 2005-05-16T14:56:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-16T19:03:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-16T19:03:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Art-School - Yokubo no Hane</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[&lt;/b&gt;So for a while, like, I was all, "Oh yeah, I'm probably not gonna have anything to do whenever Nationals roll around," right?  Because, you know, buchou's back and he's all getting better and stuff, and he &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; totally kicks ass (hahaha, that was best ever, that one day) -- so I figured he'd be taking up a singles spot, then Yanagi-senpai and Sanadork, duhhhh.  Then we've got our usual doubles pairs -- I dunno, doubt they'll get mixed up or whatever, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that doesn't leave me anywhere but the reserve spot.  Which, I mean, considering last time, maybe I'd have to play.  But I figured that wasn't too likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh, I wonder.  Wonder -- I mean, I'm back on the team now, haha, so it's a possibility! -- if I'll get to play, if I'll let the team down again, &lt;i&gt;whatever&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I could be an actor, if I don't make it at tennis.  Uh-huh.  Don't question it!  ... Wait, who the fuck'd question it, it's not like anyone's reading this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrissake, I talk a lot on here.  It's really dorky, 'specially since I'm just talking to myself.&lt;b&gt;]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad fashion should be outlawed, and violators of the laws lined up and shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yamanba will be first against the wall when the revolution comes.</content>
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