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  <title>Lynkini Luvii</title>
  <subtitle>Lynkini Luvii</subtitle>
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    <name>Lynkini Luvii</name>
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  <updated>2007-02-13T17:22:55Z</updated>
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    <title>lynkini @ 2007-02-13T09:21:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-13T17:22:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-13T17:22:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Pros and Cons of Breathing - Fall Out Boy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Okay, well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from my voice post today, I've not much else to add. 'cept one thing, here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need art of meh foxy self. I feel lame - I'm like the only one without.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lynkini:3518</id>
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    <title>Voice Post</title>
    <published>2007-02-13T17:07:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-13T17:07:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-phonepost journalid="9957534" dpid="294"&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lynkini:3295</id>
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    <title>Zhorah did it, too, so...</title>
    <published>2007-02-12T16:16:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-12T16:16:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race - Fall Out Boy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Leave a comment saying, "Omglolwtf!" and I shall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Tell you why I friended you.&lt;br /&gt;2) Tell a random fact about you.&lt;br /&gt;3) Tell my first memory of you.&lt;br /&gt;4) Associate you with an animal/fruit.&lt;br /&gt;5) Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.&lt;br /&gt;6) In return, you MUST spread this disease in your LJ.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lynkini:2960</id>
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    <title>Here It Goes Again</title>
    <published>2007-02-08T02:17:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-08T02:17:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>This Ain't A Scene, It's an Arms Race - Fall Out Boy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I guess there's got to be a break in the monotony, but, Jesus, when it rains, how it pours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, nammuch has happened since my last post, but I feel like there's no better way to squander time before our final rehersal. Things are going smoothy, I believe. I dunno, my parts are going swimmingly - though there's always&amp;nbsp; the matter of nerves when there's an audience. Meh, I've too much experience to get stage fright.... right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm... on my cell phone, which is almost permanantly on vibrate, I missed a call today. From work. They left a voice mail. To be honest, I'm so damn afraid to check it. I suppose I will before rehersal today, and that'll either make or break me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does no one answer me when I message them?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lynkini:2604</id>
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    <title>lynkini @ 2007-02-07T09:35:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-07T17:54:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-07T17:54:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_zhorahdwaggy' lj:user='zhorahdwaggy' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://zhorahdwaggy.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://zhorahdwaggy.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;zhorahdwaggy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;had this in his journal, so&amp;nbsp;I figure I oughta post it too. &lt;strike&gt;(And because I have no life and mindlessly fanboy over him - but you don't need to know this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;"Please leave a one-word comment that you think best describes me. It can only be one word. No more. Then copy &amp;amp; paste this in your journal so that I may leave a word about you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, please do me! ...that didn't come out right, did it? Oh well, do me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff" size="7"&gt;~ANYWAY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="2"&gt;Anyway. Moving on. Back to the junk I was speaking of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't suppose I wrote it, but I did get hired by Burger King. I am, essentially, the lunch shift. I was told that after my involvement with the play, I'd be tried out on dinner, but, meh. I doubt they're going to even give me any more hours because of how lame they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, happy place - the playhouse. Oh, not all of it's too happy, mind you. Thank you, Mom. *glare* Damn dirty bitch. Fuckin' yells at me 'cause I have to leave earlier - by half an hour - so I can be on time for my dress rehersal. I'm so sick of her. Ok, brigh side. Today is last day of rehersal... then the real thing. I'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we've gotten it on DVD too, so, yeah, I can give it to peeps. Though no one wants it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lynkini:2528</id>
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    <title>Well...</title>
    <published>2007-02-07T02:49:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-07T02:49:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Here It Goes Again - Ok Go</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Totally gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I can call something that, since I am. Well, partly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhoo, yeah. Work blows! Well, not really, they just keep stiffing me on my hours. And when they fuck up the schedule, and dont warn me, they think I quit because I missed one day, and that means I lost a whole 8 days of work-ability because they're so fuckin' retarded they can't call my cell number I gave them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, on to something nice... Doods, my play! Yes, we're going live in two days! Schwanky! I'm so totally ready, and sexy in my suit, too! I may have to upload a piccy of me. Yeah? Nah? I dunno. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, shit, time to go to rehersal, too. More on all this crap later.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lynkini:2198</id>
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    <title>Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit!!!</title>
    <published>2007-01-10T18:42:51Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-10T18:42:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dennis Leary - I'm An Asshole</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Damn I'm twitchy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not the time to get excited about it, but I got a job offer today... ten minutes ago. Interview is tomorrow at 10. Goddamn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't know how mum'll react to it. She'll be pissy. I mean, it IS at Burger King. Meh, fuck her. My job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whimpers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head hurrrrrts!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lynkini:2044</id>
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    <title>Doods. I've actually done something!</title>
    <published>2007-01-02T21:06:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-02T21:06:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I'm Not Okay (I Promise) - My Chemical Romance</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Alright, guys. I've been lazy and putting this off, but I really have nothing else to do while I sit here at the library and await the download of my DnD files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note to self: Print Character Sheets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, well... I'm&amp;nbsp;done with&amp;nbsp;schooling. Finally. Well, technically, I dropped out and got my GED. Can't remember if I posted this yet... Most likely not. Oh well. So, yeah, Oct 11, '06, I graduated. w00t! Go me! ...Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's bitching about me going to college. Not my fault I&amp;nbsp;can't get a job, or she won't help me get financial aid. Oh well... Not like I'd put the&amp;nbsp;government's money to good use anyway. I want to take acting classes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of acting! Starting tonight, 7 p.m., Pacific Standard Time, I have my first rehersal for 'Lost Horizion' down at the community theater. Makes me feel...overshadowed, with all the talent there. And yet, I've gotten a big part.&amp;nbsp;I must be able to do SOMETHING&amp;nbsp;right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I need a pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo. Yeah. AOL came out with something good. You can make an email address. Completly how you want it. So I totally am whipping out free email addys for my furry friends. Though, not like I have too many. I do luff the ones I have, though, dearly. Anyway, like I was saying... free email accounts. Email me at &lt;a href="mailto:lynkini@furrymail.net"&gt;lynkini@furrymail.net&lt;/a&gt; if ya really want one, me friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I think that's the end of this update. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.</content>
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    <title>Furry Code</title>
    <published>2006-07-06T05:08:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-06T05:08:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Grenade Jumper - Fall Out Boy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://winterwolf.co.uk/furcode?D=FCF4acmrw+A-+C-+D%2B%2B%2B+H%2B+M%2B%2B+P%2B+R%2B+T%2B%2B%2B+W+Z%3F+Sm%2B%2B%2B+RLTH+a-+c%2B%2B+d%3F+e-+f%2B+h%2A+i%2B%2B+j%2B+p+sm"&gt;http://winterwolf.co.uk/furcode?D=FCF4acmrw+A-+C-+D%2B%2B%2B+H%2B+M%2B%2B+P%2B+R%2B+T%2B%2B%2B+W+Z%3F+Sm%2B%2B%2B+RLTH+a-+c%2B%2B+d%3F+e-+f%2B+h%2A+i%2B%2B+j%2B+p+sm&lt;/a&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lynkini:1500</id>
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    <title>... *raises a brow* ...I got nothing...</title>
    <published>2006-05-24T21:11:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-24T21:11:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Pros and Cons of Breathing - Fall Out Boy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align="left"&gt;Okay, I have no idea what to say, really. On Monday, I was actually invited to a friend's birthday party. A different one. Her name is Kat. She turned 18. Cool. Yada yada. That's not the coolest part of that day. What really was neater, happened at the party. ...Actually, I should start when it all began: The school dance on Friday night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only went for one reason. There's this new girl in school which I hung out with a bit, and I kinda liked her. I asked if she was going to the dance, just out of curiousity. She said yeah, but she had no one to go with. I said I'd go, but I've not anyone to hang out with. So she was all "Come with me!", and I'm "Okay..." So! Lets skip ahead to the dance. I actually went, but I didn't hang out with her. She was too busy gettin' close to a guy I dont care too much about. So, I went and hung out with Kat and some of her friends. They're all flirty and stuff, and I have to admit, it does make me kinda jealous. I made some comment, about how we have enough lesbianism and straights here, but no gay action. That's when Justin kinda grabbed me and tries to kiss me. I pulled away, half-assedly, but he still kinda got me. Anyhoo, that's when Kat is all "Oh, come on Bryan, kiss him for me, would ya?" An' I'm like "No...I don't do...that..." (I'm a horrid liar. I'd love to, I just havn't the chance.) They all keep begging, and I'm like: "Kat, lemme come to your party and we'll do it there." ...She agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm at the party. We do the whole snacks and a movie thing until everyone is there. Then we have cake and all, then she opens her presents. Very plain stuff on your birthday. It was about an hour and a half until it was over, and she then remembered the kiss. I was half-assedly hoping she'd forget, because I was getting shy. I tried to weasel out of it, but I was backed in a corner. Literally. ...it happened, then. But he didn't just do it once...three times, he kissed me. ...I want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...that's the good stuffs, I suppose. Until I get someone who'll definatly show me affection, I have to play my cards right to get what I can here with my crappy normal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else I have realized on here. I need an avatar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else I have realized, I need a new CD. Fall Out Boy's "Take This To Your Grave". I love the song "The Pros and Cons of Breathing".&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>I'm depressed...</title>
    <published>2006-05-15T15:18:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-15T15:18:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>In The End - Linkin Park</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Okay, I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I missed school on Friday. (Current thought? Yay!) I missed because I was going to my Grandmother's funeral. (Think it good now? No...) It was all sad, yada yada, and now we move on. I come to school today and a friend of mine says to me: "Why in the hell weren't you here on Friday? I was gonna invite you to my birthday party!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr. I've been waiting for that moment for THREE WEEKS, and I had to go and miss it! The one weekend...the one POSSIBLE TIME when I could have actually been hanging out with all the hot girls, and I missed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN!</content>
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    <title>Hahahahaha...ha?</title>
    <published>2006-05-01T15:46:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-01T15:46:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dirty Little Secret - AAR</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Wow. That was good. Really good. Dead serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If none of you know what I'm talking about, that would be the last night of the play - Saturday. Hoo-boy. A few people went and changed a whole bunch of stuff at the end, 'cause the director/teacher wasn't there...only to find out that she was in the sound room the whole second act! I can't wait until Sixth period rolls around so I can hear her yell at them. It's gonna be so damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a not funny note, somehow our till came up 34$ short on Friday Night. The two girls running the booth (Trisha and Lacy, from the play) were fired and are obviously suspected...though she says they're not suspected at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a funny note: A friend of mine ordered a breakfast from Denny's when we went for our party. By the time she got her pancakes, the butter-blob on the top ate a hole through all three of 'em. Heh. "Why'd they butter it up so much? The hole's big enough for me." I said that to 'er as she gave 'em to me. I love sexual innuendo. We did shit like that all night. Like with my cheese-sticks. "I luff the white stuff in 'em. Justin, can you make me some sometime?" Ahhhh...way fun. Or! With my 'Cherry Bliss' - coke + cherry syrup - I was like... "Awwww...she had to bleed in my soda. Damn sexual waitresses...doin' it over our drinks...freakin' virgins...I swear..." Oh, man, did I go on! "A strawberry? I thought girls had cherrys...?" (To a friend about her milkshake) ^.^ I love cast-parties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm bored, though...</content>
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    <title>M'kay...I'm gettin' it down now, when its almost over!</title>
    <published>2006-04-29T08:25:24Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-29T08:25:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Stab my Back - AAR</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting, such a bitch. Yet I press on, and have finally perfected my scene tonight! Alas, tomorrow is our last...*sighs* Two months of effort, all gone now...how sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of sad...we're having our party for the play at Denny's, like always. They've come to hate us, now, so when we called to reserve the party room, they wanted 75$. So, we called back later and said we were the christian club, and we got it free. Doesn't religion suck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...that all for now. Peace.</content>
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    <title>First Post</title>
    <published>2006-04-28T22:21:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-28T22:21:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dance Dance - Fall Out Boy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">A'ight. My other post obviously didn't work, and I spent so long on writing it up, too. Oh wells. So, this now is post numero uno! Schweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not a lot is happening for me, I suppose. It's the week of the play. Dress Rehersal didn't go too well, I messed up quite badly. I dropped one of my signs in the whole 'Silent Movie' scene...big messup. Then, on opening night, I took forever getting the second sign out and up for people to see. I need to work something out with Benedetto (The director/teacher) to make this easier. Maybe I could use one of those art easels and set up the sign like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, speaking of opening night...There's this one girl in Drama, and she's kinda...stuck up. So, I'd make jokes about her to one of our friends an' such, generally ass-ish junk. I kinda felt bad about it, starting a few weeks ago, so i decided to make it up to her by bein' nice an' all. Turns out that opening night was her birthday, so...Kinda did my whole giant apology thing and all...trying to make peace. Yeah, I'm so sweet...I know. Not. I dunno why, but being all sweet and cuddly is so much easier online...I don't like that. I wish I could be...myself...all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I was gettin' depressing there. Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I suppose I'm kinda glad I started here, thanks to a certain friend... *waves off to the side* ^.^ Yeah. I'm really not sure what else to say... I think I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Disgaea 2 comes out on 8/01/06. I can't wait.</content>
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