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  <pubDate>Wed, 17 Sep 2003 21:55:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>In Retrospect...</title>
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  <description>You know, come to think of it, maybe staying up till 3:45 in the morning wasn&apos;t such a fantastic idea. I mean, yeah it was fun and all, but goddamn, when it came time for school in the morning, I couldn&apos;t stay awake. All I remember from my first two periods, Global History and Math, are a series of brief clips taken from when I was awake. Ugh, I had to splash cold water on my face twice. And that didn&apos;t even help. Luckily I was a little more awake by the end of math, mostly because the teacher had decided to frequently harass my sleep self with questions I wasn&apos;t familier with, so I had to keep on my toes. This kept me up through literature for a bit, and then we got onto the discussion on prohibition, which really got me riled up. Over all, I can&apos;t say it was a plesent expierence, remind me never to do it again.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 17 Sep 2003 07:29:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Sleep is for the weak</title>
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  <description>Its 3:19 on a wednesday morning, and I&apos;m not even tired. Tommarow&apos;s a school day, and I don&apos;t a give a shit. Why? Because I&apos;m a night owl baby, I love the night. Don&apos;t get me wrong, I love the day even more. But the night is almost as good. The problem with day is it passes too quickly. Sure you get the most bang for you buck, but most of it is consumed with pointless crap like school, busrides, and homework. Your only givin a little free time to do what you want, play games, IM, and all that. And you have to divvy it up fairly between althoughs things. There day is just way too short. The night, on the other hand, lasts forever. Sure, theres not as many things to do as night, but its like an extension of you day time activities. You get more time to do what you want, and you get to do it alone. Plus, all the great anime is on at night. Inuyasha, Trigun, Cowboy Bebop. I stayed up this late just to who played the voice actor for Spike in Cowboy Bebop. The night is especially great, when your a hardcore gamer, like I&apos;ve been up until recently. Night and day seem to just meld to gether as the sweet chriping of the crickets turns into the sound of a continious stream of bullets. Its also great for doing homework you forgot about during the day. The night has only one problem: nobodys on IM, even my friends in Australia and New Zealand, for whom it is the afternoon, have signed off for some reason beyond my ability to comprehend. Its so solitary, a little too solitary sometimes, but I can deal with that. But like I said, all that lonliness isn&apos;t that bad sometimes, I think its healthy to be away from people for a while. I just wish days were longer, and people stayed up later, and I had some new games, so the night could be all that sweeter.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2003 05:23:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Homosexual Tendencies</title>
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  <description>The weirdest thing happened to me tonight. I was watching a show called Inuyasha. For those who don&apos;t know, Inuyasha is a story about a girl, named Kagome, who goes falls into a well that transports her to a mythical version of the Japanese Feudel era. Whilst there, she meet, and falls in love with, a Half-Demon named Inuyasha. Now, I&apos;m watching the show. And Inuyasha is injured, he&apos;s getting his wounds treated, and in doing so, he&apos;s not wearing any shirt. Now whats weird, is the first thing that strikes me, is the thought &quot;wow, he&apos;s really kinda sexy.&quot; And I don&apos;t mean in an envious way, I mean it is in I&apos;m really feeling attracted to him. This is really weird because I&apos;m totally straight, I frequently look at man on woman porn, you know, all those masculine heterosexual things. But here I am, watching an anime, and feeling attractid to the lead male character. Of course, things only get weirder as the person treating his wounds is also a young male. Improper thoughts follow. And then, at the end of the episode. Inuyasha has gone berserk, slaying the demon, while gravly injured. And at the end, he shouts and Kagome in berserk fury. So Kagome walks up to him, and starts to calm him down. All while Inuyasha is still shirtless of course. Soon, the episode finally ends, with Kagome, throwing herself over the shirtless, hurting Inuyasha, and I&apos;m just sitting there thinking...&quot;Bitch&quot;. What does it all mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://rilngard.com/forum/avatars/custom/Chibi_AnD_2.gif&quot;&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2003 02:06:43 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Okay, want to know why I&apos;m mad? GO to the Sierra Homeworld 2 forums, look under the fanfiction section, and you&apos;ll find a story called Homeworld Through Alien Eyes, this story, is essentially a retelling of the game through the points of view of the other alien races. The various perspetives were written by different authors, who took turns writing the pieces of the story. Now, I was the one who came up for the idea of the story and who first organized the writing of it. As we went along writing, one of the authors fell of the face of the earth, forcing us to stop writing for an indefinate period of time, until he came back again. Now, what pisses me off so, is that a friend of mine, along with some guy, go ahead, and bring back the story, with a totally new cast of authors, without telling or involving me! A recent review of the story so far has me remembering how pissed of I am about that. Can you believe that!? That was my FREAKING IDEA! GODDAMIT! IT WAS MY IDEA! THEY HAD NO RIGHT TO TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME! Now I&apos;ll never be known as the guy who came up for teh story, now it will never be known as one of Andys accomplisments; it has been forever stolen from me! And goddamnit! I want retribution so bad! I want them to stop writing and let me start over and write it like it was supposed to be written, or at least let me take the helm of the project, but no, I can&apos;t, it would dissapoint the current fans, and it would be impolite of me. But goddamn I&apos;m pissed! Grr!</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 27 Aug 2003 04:54:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Rant Blog</title>
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  <description>Today has been mind boggilingly boring. I&apos;m at my moms house, wheres theres only one computer and not much to do. And my brother has been hogging the computer all day, so up until recently I&apos;ve had nothing to do. And I just got my computer back in NY. I want to spend some time with it dearly. How I missed the little thing. Of course, all this boredom has got me thinking? Why do I got to be geek? I mean its kind of cool, knowing stuff other people don&apos;t and being able to argue with simpletons. But I was always afraid of becoming a geek when I was little, back when I didn&apos;t belong to any subculture. I always though I would be sort of a handsome jock with brains to match muscle. Now, here I am now, many years later, a geek (oh how a shudder at that title) with all the strength of a dead midget. I&apos;ve completly failed to live up to my expectations. This sucks, and the worst part is I&apos;m not even that smart either. I mean, everybody tells me I&apos;m smart and talented, but I think the truth is I&apos;m just not as smart as some people, which really drives me nuts sometimes. Then again, maybe its not all that bad. I guess</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 26 Aug 2003 00:58:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hey...</title>
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  <description>I think I&apos;m finally getting used to this Live Journal thing. I&apos;m settling down know. I&apos;ve found the styles I like, added some friends, wrote down my interests. This is all kinda cool. Know the only thing left to do is to remember to update this daily, which I can&apos;t guerentee I&apos;ll do. I&apos;ll try though. I&apos;ll try</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 26 Aug 2003 00:12:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Suprise</title>
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  <description>&lt;img src=&quot;http://images.quizilla.com/K/kelvenna/1034653521_topyougeek.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Geek&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a.. GEEK! You love fantasy, Everquest,&lt;br&gt;games, possibly have emo-ish tendencies, and&lt;br&gt;you know enough about computers to rival Bill&lt;br&gt;Gates. Ph33r your 3433t haxx0r skillZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com/users/kelvenna/quizzes/The%20Subculture%20Label%20Quiz/&quot;&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;-1&quot;&gt;The Subculture Label Quiz&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;-3&quot;&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com&quot;&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh, would you look at that? I&apos;m supposed ot be everything I was afraid I would be when I was little, suprise suprise huh?</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2003 21:21:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My first blog</title>
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  <description>Well...okay, here we go. This is my very first entry. Anywho, my name is Anderson Rolf, more commenly known amongst my friends as Andy, or in a few remote cases, And. I am almost 15 years of age. I go to a school called the Summit School, which I hate with a passion equeled by no man. At this point I am stammering for information. Um, I love mostly with my dad, in down town manhatten, not far from the WTC site, not to mention several McDonalds franchises. I have attention deficit disorde- ohh...a butterfly, for which I take pills, specificly a brand known as Straterra. Okay, know what do I say? Wait, why am I writing like a talk? CONFOOSING! Well, I&apos;ll add more later, or you&apos;ll find out in the following journal enteries. So I guess this is it, this is my life.</description>
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