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  <title>keira magdalena</title>
  <subtitle>Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine,  freedom and a little flower.</subtitle>
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    <name>Keira Magdalena</name>
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  <updated>2009-12-17T08:39:26Z</updated>
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    <title>i love these things...</title>
    <published>2009-12-17T08:39:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-17T08:39:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...probably because I'm a survey-oholic. But go &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/keiramag"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and ask me a question, anything that you want, and I'll answer it. &amp;lt;3 It's anonymous.</content>
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    <title>staying up.</title>
    <published>2009-12-05T09:22:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-05T09:22:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It would be great if I could go to bed earlier and possibly wake up quite a bit earlier so I could get more productive things done throughout the days. But somehow, I always manage to stay up at 1 or 2 and wake up somewhere at around either 8AM or noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's my half birthday. I am now nineteen. And a half. *throws confetti in the air*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that milk tastes so much sweeter and creamier when you haven't had it in a while? Well, it does. I just had a cup of it myself after playing Harvest Moon: Another Wonderful Life and I gave some milk to Muffy. It made me want to get some milk of my own. So I walked downstairs and poured myself a glass and it was the most heavenly taste I've experienced in my life. More heavenly than green/jasmine tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have one week until my first quarter ends. Hurry up, Winter Break! &amp;gt;:[</content>
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    <title>what the fuck.</title>
    <published>2009-11-02T00:00:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-02T00:00:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I swear, every day this past week, I've been getting friend requests from guys I don't know, or messages from guys asking me how I am, telling me I'm cute and asking me how old I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, some random guy on Myspace messaged me with this gem: &lt;i&gt;"Hello there Ms. Fire how are you doing? If thats okay too ask of course."&lt;/i&gt; (WTF to the last sentence, by the way. No, it is NOT okay to ask me that, how DARE you?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, someone added me and sent me a message on Facebook saying, &lt;i&gt;"hey whats up? so were do you live".&lt;/i&gt; (...Really?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are only two examples of what has been going on this week.</content>
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    <title>wow.</title>
    <published>2009-10-20T19:36:17Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-20T19:36:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">After getting an account on Etsy.com (I'm KeiraMag, BTW!), I'm looking at some of these things that people are selling to get a good idea on what to price some of my stuff (mainly photography and drawings) and... honestly? Maybe I'm being pretentious, but some of these things I think are priced WAY too high. I saw a drawing on there by this seller's son, and she priced it at $10. Really? Ten dollars for a drawing that was supposedly done with Crayola colored pencils on printer paper... by HER SON? I could probably buy the 8-pack of pencils AND a stack of printer paper for about the same price. And some of these photos are super pricey too... $250 for a picture of a flower? Yeah, no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I sound like an art snob already. Someone shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm too afraid to sell my art for more than what people might think it's worth ("She's selling that shitty drawing for $20? I'd buy it for a buck-fifty!"), but I also don't want it to be too low. Either way, I think that if I put the price too high, it's almost like I'm boosting my own ego, like I think my art is so good that it should be sold for a higher price... but I don't want to make it so low that people get the idea that I think my art sucks and shouldn't even be there on the first place. I dunno, I guess I'll get this all figured out one way or another.</content>
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    <title>lawdy lawdy.</title>
    <published>2009-10-15T18:04:39Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-15T18:04:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>less talk more rokk - freezepop</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I should probably update this thing more often, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a trigonometry final today. Fuuuuuuck. Someone please remind me as to why I took this class in the first place. It's difficult and God knows math sure isn't my forte. So far, this class is fucking me in the ass, and I'm really afraid that I'm going to fail it and I'll have to take it over again or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ate a whole bar of chocolate right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.</content>
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    <title>what.</title>
    <published>2009-09-03T20:55:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-03T20:55:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">On the way to my violin lesson today, my grandfather asked me for $5,000 from my bank account because someone is interested in buying our house and he needed it or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus H. Christ, Grandpa, &lt;i&gt;do I look like I'm made out of money?&lt;/i&gt; He's all, "You have like, $8,000 in there, right?" Oh yeah, sure, lemme just write you a check; I don't need the rest of my money to pay for books and classes and tests and all of that. Yeah, no fuckin' problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get that it's probably an urgency, but... GOD. I'm not the right person to be asking for that kind of stuff. Ask someone else.</content>
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    <title>walking.</title>
    <published>2009-08-21T00:42:32Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-21T00:42:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Now that my sister is going to a school that's only about a five-to-ten minute walk from our house, my mother and I have been waking up at eight in the morning just to walk her there. Not only does this mean I'm going to get about fifteen miles of walking per week, this also means I'm going to get significantly darker-looking. You know, like, how people are SUPPOSED to look after summer vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I didn't have a real point to make in this journal entry.</content>
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    <title>breaking up on facebook.</title>
    <published>2009-07-09T07:30:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-09T07:30:47Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>toy soldiers - carbon leaf</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Goddamn, is it me or do people on Facebook turn into douchebags when their friends become single? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I noticed that one of my friends went from being "in a relationship" to single. Underneath it, someone had "liked" it. And then, two weeks ago or something to that extent, two of my mutual friends broke up, and on the guy's page page, someone had put, "There's nothing wrong with taking your time to look at the menu". I guess why this angers me so much is because, almost five months ago, I was the butt of one of those relationship status changes on Facebook. When Morgan and I broke up, one of his friends, Cary, had the nerve to comment, "Yay! Finally :)" right there, publicly, on his page, for me and everyone else to see. It pissed me off to the point where I ALMOST left a blunt "Fuck you" in response, but decided that the bitch wasn't worth it and left it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, is it just me? I swear it's like a fucking pandemic.</content>
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    <title>simple boredom.</title>
    <published>2009-06-24T06:53:45Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-24T06:53:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>naked as we came - iron and wine</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I took this survey from &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_simplylove50' lj:user='simplylove50' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://simplylove50.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://simplylove50.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;simplylove50&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and since I am the Queen of Surveys, amongst many other things, I decided I would waste some Internet time and post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I really don't have that many scars. Except the ones on my face, those are from previous pimples.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT IS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nothing much yet. I'm still trying to get it set up even though we moved into this house almost three months ago. Whatever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DO YOU SNORE, GRIND YOUR TEETH, OR TALK IN YOUR SLEEP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think I grind my teeth.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT TYPE OF MUSIC DO YOU LISTEN TO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I listen to pretty much everything, seriously. However, I'm not fond of music like FallOut Boy, Panic! at the Disco, Jonas Brothers, Taylor Swift, 3OH!3, and them. But if I had to pick my favorite genres... classical and indie, most definitely.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Noon in Alabama, ten in California.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want lots of things.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHAT DO YOU MISS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I miss lots of things.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT IS YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESSION(S)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My violin.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. HOW TALL ARE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5'10".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. DO YOU GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU GET SCARED IN THE DARK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I do sometimes. I'm paranoid.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT COLOR UNDERWEAR ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Black.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT'S YOUR WORST FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Losing loved ones. Cheesy, but so true.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT TYPE OF DEODORANT DO YOU USE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;One that prevents my armpits from stinking up the place.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHERE CAN YOU SEE YOURSELF PROPOSING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'd rather be proposed to instead of doing the proposing. Call me old fashioned.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;COFFEE! I think coffee is my drug.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. FAVORITE PIZZA TOPPING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cheese.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. IF YOU COULD EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't feel much like eating anything right now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. FAVORITE COLOR OF ALL TIME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blue.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. HAVE YOU EVER EATEN A GOLDFISH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not an actual goldfish, but the "snack that smiles back".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT WAS THE FIRST MEANINGFUL GIFT YOU'VE EVER RECEIVED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I like &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_simplylove50' lj:user='simplylove50' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://simplylove50.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://simplylove50.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;simplylove50&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s answer, the gift of life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. WHAT TYPE OF COLOGNE/PERFUME DO YOU WEAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh, lots. I have a collection in my room.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. ARE YOU DOUBLE JOINTED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My middle finger - I kid you not - on my left hand.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. FAVORITE CLOTHING BRAND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't typically have a favorite. I like whatever looks nice to me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. ANY SPECIAL TALENTS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've gotta say, that's definitely my musical abilities.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. FAVORITE MOVIE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm not a movie person.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. COKE OR PEPSI?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't like soda.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. WHAT KIND OF CAR DO YOU DRIVE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't own a car.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. PICK ANY LETTER FROM A TO Z:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;S.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. SAY A NUMBER FROM ONE TO A HUNDRED:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sixteen.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. ANY PETS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We have fish.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. FAVORITE QUOTE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have many. "Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end." "Pay no attention to what the critics say; no statue has ever been put up to a critic." "Music training is a more potent instrument than any other, because rhythm and harmony find their way into the inward places of the soul."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. FAVORITE PLACE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No idea.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. HAVE YOU BEEN OUT OF THE USA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. YOUR WEAKNESSES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Musicians.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. MET ANYONE FAMOUS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. FIRST JOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teaching violin lessons to a child with an ungrateful, impatient mother.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. EVER DONE A PRANK CALL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. DO YOU THINK EVERYONE OUT THERE HAS A SOULMATE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Suppose so.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE YOU FILLED THIS OUT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Being bitchy and moany.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. HAVE YOU EVER HAD SURGERY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uh... I had my wisdom teeth removed. Does that count?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Body, musical talent, eyes, art, being skinny, stomach, hair.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I used to. I didn't really need them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't really care, honestly. I really like gift cards, though, those are cool. Jamba Juice, Barnes and Noble, Peets, Teavana, Starbucks, y'know.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT AND THEIR NAMES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't want any children.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was named after a character on that soap opera, &lt;i&gt;Days of Our Lives&lt;/i&gt;. I imagine that's how all the other Kaylas around my age were named.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sour apple Scnhapps. Yum yum.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. WHAT IS ONE THING YOU LIKE(D) ABOUT HIGH SCHOOL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The whole experience of it. I don't really know. I actually enjoyed high school.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. WHAT KIND OF SHAMPOO DO YOU USE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My mom makes shampoos and conditioners. I use hers. Either that, or I'll go buy some Burt's Bees stuff.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I do.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Turkey.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. ANY BAD HABITS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I bite my nails. I'm trying so hard to stop, especially since I've been biting them for over a decade.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. ARE YOU A JEALOUS PERSON?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'd like to think so. It depends on how my other self would be. If I hated annoying, liberal, optimistic, artsy, down-to-earth people, then I probably wouldn't be friends with me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. DID YOU HAVE A SANDBOX WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I did. There was a playground in the background too. There still is, but it's not the same.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. DO LOOKS MATTER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;They matter a little bit, not going to lie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. HOW DO YOU RELEASE ANGER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Play music, vent about it in my blog, vent about it to someone who's willing to listen to my constant bitching, cry.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. WOULD YOU RATHER GAIN 58 POUNDS OR LOSE 58 POUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uh, if I lost 58 pounds, I would be 80 pounds (aka, dead). So, gaining 58 pounds.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. ARE YOU USING A DESKTOP OR A LAPTOP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Desktop.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vidya gaemz, definitely. OH, and Polly Pockets, oh my God. Then there were the days when I'd spend hours in my bedroom drawing stick-figure comics on little girls or fairies who saved the day (I was very much into the Powerpuff Girls, and my fairy obsession has carried its way through the years).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. HOW MANY NUMBERS ARE IN YOUR CELLPHONE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tons.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62.WERE YOU A FAN OF BARNEY AS A LITTLE KID?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Do you use sarcasm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Naaaah, pfft.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. MASHED POTATOES OR MACARONI AND CHEESE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Macaroni and cheese, please! [/lame-o]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. WHAT COLOR IS THE CARPET IN YOUR ROOM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beige.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The most popular ones are Kay, Kay-Kay, and Gayla.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. FAVORITE SUPER POWER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You'll have to get back to me on that one. It used to be mind-reading, but now that I think about it, that's kind of messed up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It was Heroes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69.WHAT'S THE BEST WAY TO DEAL WITH YOUR ENEMIES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Enemies" sounds wrong. It sounds like they're people I'm in a war with or something. But anyway, to answer the question, I typically pay no mind to them. I don't really give a shit.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coffee, bubble gum, green tea, pumpkin, Neapolitan, strawberry.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. DO YOU HAVE ALL YOUR FINGERS AND TOES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. DO YOU HAVE A COMPUTER IN YOUR ROOM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No, but I will soon.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. PLANS FOR TONIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm going straight to bed after this.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. WHERE DO YOU WANT TO LIVE WHEN YOU ARE OLDER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have no idea.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You don't have to do it if you don't want to. I do like to read others' answers to the surveys I take, though.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm currently listening to Overdose by Tomcraft. I've been listening to a variety of songs throughout the survey.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. LAST THING YOU DRANK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tons of water.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. LAST THING YOU ATE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Corn dogs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. LAST TEXT MESSAGE YOU RECEIVED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't feel like checking.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Walk, listen to music, practice (sometimes), doodle, drink tea or coffee, relax, hang out with friends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. FAVORITE THING TO HATE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can't really say that I enjoy hating things.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. FAVORITE SEASON OF THE YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUMMER.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE TYPE OF CANDY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chocolate.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. HAVE YOU EVER REALLY AND TRULY HAD A BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'd really and truly like to think so.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dark brown.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. EYE COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hazel.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. SHOE SIZE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9, 9 and a half, 10...I know, I have big feet &amp;lt;--- Hey! Try eleven!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. FAVORITE FAST FOOD PLACE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm not a HUGE fast food fan. Happi House is pretty nice, though. I like to get their udon soup and tempura. I also like any place I can get decent nachos (I'm not talking Taco Bell).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. FAVORITE RESTAURANT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can't really tell you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. DO YOU LIKE SUSHI?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I do! Unagi is the best.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. WATCH TV TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeah, I watched an episode of American Dad.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. FAVORITE DAYS OF THE YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fridays and Saturdays.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. PLAY ANY MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I play the violin and the piano.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. REPUBLICAN OR DEMOCRAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Democrat. But I think maybe I'm more suited for the Green party...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. FAVORITE BAND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;None.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. LOOK UP, WHAT DO YOU SEE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;...The ceiling?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jamba Juice.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. WOULD YOU EVER BE A HOUSEWIFE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hmm.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. WHAT BOOK OR SERIES ARE YOU READING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I read &lt;u&gt;The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants&lt;/u&gt; a few years ago and decided to pick up the first book again (I'm almost done with it too), so I guess you could say that. I'd almost forgotten how much I enjoyed it.&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>meme.</title>
    <published>2009-06-18T05:49:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-18T05:49:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have no idea where I found this, buuuuuuuut, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What is your perspective of me? Using a &lt;a href="http://elouai.com/doll-makers/new-dollmaker.php"&gt;Candybar doll maker&lt;/a&gt;, make a doll of me from what you remember of my looks and post it here in the comments. Once you've posted here, ask the same in your own journal and see what your friends think you look like.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of want someone to take this meme and put it on their journal so I can make a Candybar Doll of them.</content>
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    <title>school.</title>
    <published>2009-06-10T19:56:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-10T19:56:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sixteen more days. Thank &lt;i&gt;God.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just ready to get the hell out of here. Get the hell of out De Anza. I'm just in that state of mind where I don't really care about school or homework anymore. Everybody's out of school, the high school seniors graduate this Friday, and people I know are already going on vacation. I want my summer vacation now, goddammit.</content>
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    <title>birthday wishlist, revised.</title>
    <published>2009-06-07T06:01:19Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-01T09:15:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;s&gt;- Gwen Stefani "Harajuku Lovers" perfumes&lt;/s&gt; (Well, I just got the Gwen one, but that pretty much the only one I wanted.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;- Juicy Couture perfume&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Abercrombie &amp; Fitch perfume (The Hollister one I have is almost like the A&amp;F one anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;- Burberry Brit perfume&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jessica Simpson "Fancy" perfume&lt;br /&gt;- With Love, by Hilary Duff perfume&lt;br /&gt;- Godiva Chocolates&lt;br /&gt;- Gift cards for: Starbucks, Peets, Borders, &lt;s&gt;Barnes &amp; Noble&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;s&gt;Teavana&lt;/s&gt;, Lupica, Sephora, Jamba Juice, Hollister, Abercrombie &amp; Fitch, American Eagle, Express.&lt;br /&gt;- Prismacolor pens/pencils&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]]</content>
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    <title>birthday wishlist.</title>
    <published>2009-05-31T19:59:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-31T19:59:44Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">- Gwen Stefani "Harajuku Lovers" perfumes&lt;br /&gt;- Juicy Couture perfume&lt;br /&gt;- Abercrombie &amp; Fitch perfume&lt;br /&gt;- Burberry Brit perfume&lt;br /&gt;- Jessica Simpson "Fancy" perfume&lt;br /&gt;- With Love, by Hilary Duff perfume&lt;br /&gt;- Godiva Chocolates&lt;br /&gt;- Gift cards for: Starbucks, Peets, Borders, Barnes &amp; Noble, Teavana, Lupica, Sephora, Jamba Juice, Hollister, Abercrombie &amp; Fitch, American Eagle, Express.&lt;br /&gt;- Prismacolor pens/pencils&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might add more to the list later. And no, I'm NOT expensive, whatever gave you that idea?</content>
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    <title>dumbass people.</title>
    <published>2009-05-28T03:34:45Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-28T03:34:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why do people bother lying? What's the fucking use? Why is it that, whenever I decide to trust people, they end up screwing me over? Why is it that, when I give people second chances, they go and fuck it up? I really want to believe that there is just... no, never mind, it's dumb. I am so sick of fucking people right now. Fuck the human race.</content>
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    <title>summer goals.</title>
    <published>2009-05-17T18:56:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-17T18:57:49Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">So what with a whole bunch of my friends (Indira, Wendy, Brian, Caitlin, Cassie, Catrina) now being out of school, I've been thinking about what I want to accomplish this summer. Okay, these have actually been goals that I've been meaning to achieve for a while (at least some of them are), but I've decided that I'm no longer going to put these off. I &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to do this, for my own benefit. Sooooo, with that said, here's dee list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;SUMMER GOALS:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Stop biting my fingernails FOREVER.&lt;/b&gt; Mmkay, this will be hard for me, seeing as how I've been biting my fingernails for literally over a decade (yup, I started when I was eight, isn't that just awesome?) but I'm willing to do whatever it takes. If anybody has any tips for me (aside from the wearing gloves, since it'll be hot and I can't wear them when I practice) I'd be more than happy to hear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Get fit and in shape.&lt;/b&gt; Note to friends who think I already look fine: being skinny and being in shape are hardly the same thing. I promise you, my body mostly consists of fat. I don't want my legs and my ass to look like jello when I walk anymore. I hear (from Indira) that it takes about six months to tone your body, but dammit, I will accomplish this, I swear it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Get back to drawing.&lt;/b&gt; Well, I mean, not just the stick figures that I like to do every once in a while, and not just pencil sketches of random anime chicks. I mean, full-blown Photoshopped pictures with backgrounds and all that cool shit &lt;s&gt;that I can hardly do&lt;/s&gt;. I've abandoned my deviantART account for such a long time that I hardly even remembered that I had one until sometime somewhat recently. So yeaaahh, might start that one sometime soon. (By the way, if anybody would like to let me practice doing vectors of them, like &lt;a href="http://fairyfriend.deviantart.com/art/Friend-Vector-Cassie-39335954"&gt;this one I did of Cassie a few years ago&lt;/a&gt;, then gimme a link to your picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Drink less Starbucks!&lt;/b&gt; I get it like, every day, which is no bueno. I mean, I'll still drink it, yeah, but just... not as much. Haha, watch how long it takes me to do this one before I fail.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall add to the list later, if I can think of anything else I might want to accomplish. Until then, though, this is all I've got.</content>
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    <title>i dunno, i'm bored.</title>
    <published>2009-05-14T04:01:51Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-14T04:01:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I really have no idea what to update about, so I'mma do some quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Part of You That No One Sees is Troubled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsthepartofyouthatnooneseesquiz/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You are compassionate, caring, and soothing.&lt;br&gt;You like other people to depend on you...&lt;br&gt;In fact, you don't feel right unless you are helping someone out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Underneath it all, you feel the burden of everyone's problems.&lt;br&gt;Without your guidance, you fear that many people's worlds would fall apart.&lt;br&gt;You like to feel in charge, even if it brings you a lot of stress.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsthepartofyouthatnooneseesquiz/"&gt;What's the Part of You That No One Sees?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta say, that doesn't really sound too much like me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Think Creatively&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howdoyouthinkquiz/creatively.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Your brain works best when you let your intuition be your guide.&lt;br&gt;You like to imagine, speculate, and fantasize. You have fun playing with ideas.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are interested in theories. You enjoy studying and developing them.&lt;br&gt;You are drawn toward art, philosophy, and even math. Almost every subject is interesting to you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howdoyouthinkquiz/"&gt;How Do You Think?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all right, except for the math part. BLEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Want to Impress People You Know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whodoyouwanttoimpressquiz/know.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You want friends and family to think you're beautiful. You mostly focus on inner beauty and being a good person.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You want your friends and family members to think you're smart. You like been seen as insightful and wise.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are at your most playful when you are around people you don't know well. You're more serious around those you're close to.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You let strangers see parts of you right away, but you believe in keeping some things private.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You allow almost anyone to get close to you. You welcome many people into your inner circle.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whodoyouwanttoimpressquiz/"&gt;Who Do You Want to Impress?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Couldn't and Wouldn't Cheat on Someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/couldyoucheatonsomeonequiz/cheat-3.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Cheating is totally out of the question for you. There's no way you'd do it.&lt;br&gt;You take commitment very seriously. You would never go back on your word.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And as far as cheaters go, you don't want anything to do with them.&lt;br&gt;You believe that people should be trustworthy in all aspects of their lives. Simple as that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/couldyoucheatonsomeonequiz/"&gt;Could You Cheat on Someone?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-freakin'-men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Quirk Factor: 75%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howquirkyareyouquiz/quirky-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You're so quirky, it's hard for you to tell the difference between quirky and normal.&lt;br&gt;No doubt about it, there's little about you that's &amp;quot;normal&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;average.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howquirkyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Quirky Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Ego is Small&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howbigisyouregoquiz/small.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You are quite humble. You try not to spend too much time congratulating yourself.&lt;br&gt;You're proud of who you are, but you're also secure. You don't need to brag.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You see yourself and others in a pretty realistic way. You appreciate strengths and faults.&lt;br&gt;You respect people and believe that you can learn from them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howbigisyouregoquiz/"&gt;How Big Is Your Ego?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>my speech.</title>
    <published>2009-05-07T06:31:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-07T06:31:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It went better than I thought it would go. I could have done better, not gonna lie, but it didn't go terribly. In fact, I got an "excellent" on my speech, which is the highest grade I can receive on it. (Never mind the fact that I don't think I deserve it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:keira_magdalena:38251</id>
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    <title>may.</title>
    <published>2009-05-03T23:13:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-03T23:13:33Z</updated>
    <category term="life"/>
    <lj:music>tiger mountain peasant song - fleet foxes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I can't believe it's May already. My God, how the time has flown by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what to update with right now, to be honest, but I just felt like writing something. So I guess I'll make a list of all the things I've learned so far this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Homework is more fun when you're talking to friends and you take short breaks in between.&lt;br /&gt;- I really don't trust that many people at all, and I trust nobody 100%. Because whenever I do end up trusting someone that much, they always go and fuck it up. ALWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;- I blame myself for too many things. Things that probably aren't even my fault.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm addicted to coffee.&lt;br /&gt;- History can always repeat itself, no matter if I think it can't.&lt;br /&gt;- I read too much into things.&lt;br /&gt;- Looking at things with overly high hopes is not really a good thing. It usually always disappoints.&lt;br /&gt;- However, being optimistic is always a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;- I think the above two together make sense.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm hot and I'm cold, I'm yes and I'm no, I'm in and I'm out, I'm up and I'm down...&lt;br /&gt;- Just because people are in college doesn't automatically make them smart. In fact, a lot of them are pretty damn stupid.&lt;br /&gt;- Despite all the whiny, depressing shit I just posted, this is actually one of my better years. Things have changed. I'VE changed. That makes me really happy.&lt;br /&gt;- You can never play Super Smash Bros. Melee too much.&lt;br /&gt;- Indie has become one of my favorite genres of music.&lt;br /&gt;- Tiger Mountain Peasant Song by Fleet Foxes can always calm me down.&lt;br /&gt;- It's not good to rush into things.&lt;br /&gt;- I don't like to let things go.</content>
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    <title>fuck you, procrastination.</title>
    <published>2009-05-02T20:51:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-20T07:26:09Z</updated>
    <category term="kayla&amp;apos;s fucking retarded"/>
    <content type="html">So, Kayla's got a speech to present on Monday about video games. When did she get this project? A little over a week ago. When did she decide to start working on it? Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;i&gt;STOP PROCRASTINATING, KAYLA.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the speech is almost done. But I still have to edit it, and edit it some more, and edit it even more, and then I have to practice speaking it, and then I have to make the Powerpoint presentation that goes along with it, and then I have to somewhat MEMORIZE the speech and GOD FUCK IT WHY DID I PUT THIS OFF UNTIL NOW. D:&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams*</content>
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    <title>fleet foxes.</title>
    <published>2009-04-19T05:14:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-19T05:14:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>tiger mountain peasant song - fleet foxes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I discovered them really recently. Fleet Foxes, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are amazing. Beautiful. Wonderful. Astounding. asdfjkl; It's like I've been opened up to a whole new way of seeing life. Cheesy, I know, but music does that to me. Anyway, there's not really a main point to this journal entry aside from the fact that I think you should go listen to their music. Yes, you.</content>
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    <title>dear kayla,</title>
    <published>2009-03-22T03:39:13Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-20T07:27:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You are such a beautiful person. I think sometimes that you forget who you really are, and you tend to overlook all the good things about yourself and instead you look at all of your flaws. Please, for my sake, don't do that to yourself. You have a lot going for you. You're young, smart, talented, and healthy.</content>
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    <title>great day.</title>
    <published>2009-03-17T02:50:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-17T02:50:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So let me just start off this entry by saying that right now, I am sitting here with an empty taro milk drink from Quickly when I would normally be in my boring-ass math class. BUT NO, MATH CLASS WAS CANCELED TODAY. THANK YOU, LIFE, FOR THAT UNEXPECTED, WONDERFUL GIFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, violin rehearsal with my piano accompanist - kickass. For once during our rehearsals, I felt so confident in my violin playing. I dunno what it was, maybe the room or the echo or whatevs, but I sounded amazing. I love playing the violin until a single strand of the hair from the bow breaks. Best thing in the WORLD about being a violinist. Aside from, y'know, the violin hickeys and the kids around you asking who you got lucky with last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if today wasn't already just a great day, tomorrow I'm hanging out with Indira and Wendy at SJSU for like, four hours. Yeah, four hours with two of my best friends is pretty much bliss. Then on Wednesday, I get to hang out at SJSU again with yet another one of my best friends, Brian, and we're gonna do... what we usually do, which is hang out in his dorm and talk about everything. Then on Thursday, I'm going shopping with Caitlin and we're gonna get some clothes and shite. And then on Sunday, I have another orchestra concert (I had one yesterday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and last night, one of the orchestra members compared my violin playing to Hilary Hahn's. &lt;i&gt;I LOVE HILARY HAHN. SHE IS MY VIOLIN IDOL.&lt;/i&gt; That was probably the compliment of the century right there. Just... wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say that I'm looking forward to the rest of the week would be an understatement.</content>
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    <title>discursive ramblings.</title>
    <published>2009-03-12T04:29:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-20T07:28:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am not a toy, I am not a toy, I am not a toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have feelings, unlike inanimate objects. I have a soul, unlike sex dolls. My body was not created for sex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beautiful. Anybody who can't see that is blind. It doesn't take a visual artist to know that I am.</content>
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    <title>indira and wendy.</title>
    <published>2009-03-08T01:41:43Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-08T01:41:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>van tango - franz ferdinand</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I love them. I don't know what I would do without them. Indira, with her sassy, tell-it-like-it-is attitude and her ability to drop people who treat her like shit. Wendy, with her sweetness and sensitivity and her overall caring nature toward people and animals. I really couldn't ask for better best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]]</content>
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    <title>moving.</title>
    <published>2009-03-06T00:49:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-06T00:49:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was going to post about this yesterday but I totally forgot, so I'm going to do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are moving. We're going to be moving into my dad's parents' old house until the economy gets better. No real reason to go into detail, but we really have no choice. But I'm totally NOT complaining about the move. Why?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] I get my own room. No more sharing with my sister. Plus, the rooms are bigger in this house than they are at our current house.&lt;br /&gt;2] The house is a LOT bigger than the current house. And the current house is already sorta on the large side.&lt;br /&gt;3] The house is BEAUTIFUL. I got to take a look at it about two days ago, and I'm totally impressed with the way it looks. My parents, Mike-o, and I have been brainstorming on what we're going to do with each of the rooms.&lt;br /&gt;4] There's a swimming pool. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;5] There's a huge patio NEXT to the pool so, whenever we throw parties, people can go there to sit down and socialize, eat, drink, etc.&lt;br /&gt;6] It's two minutes closer to my grandparents' house and school. I know, two minutes isn't much, but hey, it's still closer, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just goes to show that you can always make a good thing out of a bad thing. ALWAYS.</content>
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