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  <title>Rantings of a Rabid Panda</title>
  <subtitle>Andrea Rebecca Taylor</subtitle>
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    <name>Andrea Rebecca Taylor</name>
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    <title>It was great... till now</title>
    <published>2006-12-02T03:12:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-02T03:12:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I started work for Banfield on October 30th, having been hired the week before. On my first day of work I filled out all the nessicary paperwork and the office manager had all but my direct deposit information that day. Since I was not yet in the system I was directed by the director of petnursing to print out the New-Hire Time Attendance Log and I have been keeping track of all my hours in this way.&lt;br /&gt;About three days before my first payday "M"(my office manager) informed me that since she did not get my paperwork in on time that corporate would be unable to cut me a check. She also offered to loan me money out of her own pocket and that I could pay her back when I recieved my check. On payday, 11/16, "M" loaned me $100 and left for the day. An hour afterwards "L"(who I believe is our field lead), approached and confronted me about whether or not M had given me money. She explained me to how she had told M that it wasn't allowed and also said that she'd told me too, but I corrected her that I had not been told, but I would return the money. She also threatened me by saying "there will be consquences for this". What did I do wrong?&lt;br /&gt;I returned the money to M the next day and was told that a manual request had been sent in for my check and I should get it in a few days. I never received a check and neither M nor L followed up to see if I'd recieved it. Two weeks passed and it was time for another check, I assumed the first check would be combined with this one and all would be well.&lt;br /&gt;The day the check was to arrive, 11/28, I was told not to come into work, because of the bad weather. I called M, who told me the checks would be there between 12 and 1, and was told that she would call me when they got there. At 3, when I still hadn't received a call, I called her and was told that they were there, but since our director of petnursing was already gone and she was the only one with the key to get to the checks, that I would have to get my check the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Today when I went in to get my check, it was found to not be there. M had also called in and was not coming in that day. After much calling around I'd discovered that I'm still not in the system and have once again had to fax my information off to corporate and that a check will be sent to me in the next 2-3 days. Has my officer manager been avoiding me? It appears so. She should have known my check would not be there. She also had to go through the checks to recieve her own so that she had to know that mine was not there.&lt;br /&gt;I have now worked for this company for 5 weeks now and have not been paid anything. Someone has not done their job and I'm suffering the consequences. I am behind on all my bills... My cellphone has been turned off and I have been charged a late fee. I've been charged a late fee for my ground line and internet. I also am late on my credit card payments and have been charged fees for those as well.</content>
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    <title>It always helps to write it...</title>
    <published>2006-11-17T03:58:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-17T03:58:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Of all the things I fret over, I now hand them to the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my postponed check from work, I trust that God will provide.&lt;br /&gt;For my cellphone bill on Friday, I trust that God will provide.&lt;br /&gt;For my AT&amp;T bill on Monday, I trust that God will provide.&lt;br /&gt;For my bills in the future that I don't yet know of, I trust that God will provide.&lt;br /&gt;For my family's move in the near future, I trust that God will provide.&lt;br /&gt;For the friends I will make in my new church, I trust that God will provide.&lt;br /&gt;For my books when I go back to school, I trust that God will provide.&lt;br /&gt;For that oh so special someone I will one-day marry, I trust that God will provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 6&lt;br /&gt; 25"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? 26Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life[a]?&lt;br /&gt; 28"And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? 31So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' 32For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 33But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 126&lt;br /&gt;1 When the LORD brought back the captives to [a] Zion,&lt;br /&gt;       we were like men who dreamed. [b]&lt;br /&gt; 2 Our mouths were filled with laughter,&lt;br /&gt;       our tongues with songs of joy.&lt;br /&gt;       Then it was said among the nations,&lt;br /&gt;       "The LORD has done great things for them."&lt;br /&gt; 3 The LORD has done great things for us,&lt;br /&gt;       and we are filled with joy.&lt;br /&gt; 4 Restore our fortunes, [c] O LORD,&lt;br /&gt;       like streams in the Negev.&lt;br /&gt; 5 Those who sow in tears&lt;br /&gt;       will reap with songs of joy.&lt;br /&gt; 6 He who goes out weeping,&lt;br /&gt;       carrying seed to sow,&lt;br /&gt;       will return with songs of joy,&lt;br /&gt;       carrying sheaves with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 1:6&lt;br /&gt;"Being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will&lt;br /&gt;carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 3:5&lt;br /&gt;"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own&lt;br /&gt;understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your&lt;br /&gt;paths straight."</content>
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    <title>When your e-mails write your blog</title>
    <published>2006-11-08T16:01:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-08T16:01:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I think it was BooMama that was celebrating the fact that her e-mail wrote her blog for her, and I'd have to agree. My mother has been doing her usual nagging of "Blog, Andrea! Blog!" and I've finally given in. But I will say, this was all in an e-mail just a few weeks before. Or at least most of it was. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Mom and I are in Tulsa now and I think we're finally all settled in. The apartment is nice now that we have a couch, a coffee table, and a desk, and of course the wonderful bed's my daddy brought us(horray for no more air mattress!), though it's still not quite the same as home. I miss my ferret! But mom and I are really crisis bonding through all this and mending a lot of wounding that occured before the move(since the rest of the family wanted to and I didn't).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I am cooking! Almost every night, I'm working through mom's little meal planner and learning a whole bunch of new recipies, but mom and I always go out to eat on Fridays cause it's our "date night" -giggle-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for jobs, here's my favorite part... I GOT A JOB!!! The Lord really provided for me this time, I got exactly what I wanted and then just a little more. I got hired at the Banfield on 71st and 169 (it's a vet clinic inside PetSmart if you didn't know). It's $8.25/hour(I asked for 8), I don't have to work on Sundays(asked for that too!), customer service without having to work commission(keep the good stuff coming), I get to tell people how cute their pets are all day long(that's just a nice bonus) and check out these hours: 9-6 Mon-Sat. I get my evenings, which means I can connect with the group of people I've met at Father's House. I started just this last week, which means I can finally start paying my bills again and not worry about how long my last check from Blockbuster can survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you.. I love it. There is nothing better than when customers bring in their puppies. We had a box of min pins come in yesterday and oh-em-gee so cute! I get to pet and love on every animal that comes in, check them in and send them in to see the vet, then I just take their money when I'm done. I've never had an easier job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's all there is for now. I might write again soon, though something big might have to happen, like the day the apartment stops smelling like cigarettes... that might be the day...</content>
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    <title>Bias Weasel...</title>
    <published>2005-11-16T15:12:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-16T15:12:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Artemis steals things... My things... In paticular, my video game controllers... He would always snag the PS2 controller and drag it under the bed or into the cage or into the ferret condo... But oh, what's this? Artemis has discovered the GameCube controller! He won't even look at the PS2 anymore. Poor, poor PS2... T.T</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dastardlystar:39756</id>
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    <title>&amp;gt;.&amp;gt;</title>
    <published>2005-11-07T18:16:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-07T18:16:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, turns out they've changed the policy at BB again. I'm only allowed 5 movies a week and only 2 out at a time now... Seriously bites, but want can you do? They're free, so there's really no room to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to complain about, though, is my Astronomy teacher... &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; This man has doomed everyone who has taken his class to a C or to fail altogether. I might just have to drop it, which I'm not happy about at all. Total waste of my grant money. Oh well, now I know and I can pick the other professor here or maybe pick a different science altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else seems to be going alright. Juggling 3 jobs certainly isn't easy, but I seem to be pulling it off. Was so glad I didn't have the overnight one last night, though... Sleeping in really did wonders. I feel a lot better than I have in weeks. Now to convince someone to take up teaching Sunday school for me... I'm having a terrible time at trying to stay awake for the sermon in 1st service and I'm pretty sure my uncle has noticed me dozing every once in a while, though he hasn't said anything to me about it.</content>
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    <title>RP plots... they heal the soul...</title>
    <published>2005-09-19T19:41:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-19T19:42:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">And reveals how wicked you really are... lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheguards: Can we do the Titanic thing?&lt;br /&gt;AwriterVA: Probably a couple songs that are bad luck&lt;br /&gt;sheguards: Oh can we can we huh?&lt;br /&gt;AwriterVA: Byrne: NO!&lt;br /&gt;Florcott: yes we can, someone can be the 'king of the world'&lt;br /&gt;sheguards: And the ship is sinking&lt;br /&gt;Florcott: and if we find an iceburg we can hit it&lt;br /&gt;AwriterVA: lol&lt;br /&gt;sheguards: And they keep playing&lt;br /&gt;DastardlyStar: lol&lt;br /&gt;sheguards: *sniffles*&lt;br /&gt;Florcott: that actually happened too *nods*I&lt;br /&gt;DastardlyStar: I'll never let go, Anden... I'l never let go...&lt;br /&gt;DastardlyStar: lol&lt;br /&gt;ZeeSaxa: you beat me to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZeeSaxa: i can see a flitt perched on a floating guitar, plucking merrily at the strings while all hell breaks lose around him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZeeSaxa: but if guitar man has given up his chances on living, doesn't that mean that you have a slightly larger chance at survival?&lt;br /&gt;AwriterVA: lol&lt;br /&gt;DastardlyStar: Yeah... push him off your piece of driftwood...&lt;br /&gt;Squee7558: ......&lt;br /&gt;sheguards: He doesn't need driftwood&lt;br /&gt;sheguards: He has a guitar'&lt;br /&gt;DastardlyStar: I say take his guitar too... use it as a paddle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AwriterVA: Byrne would like people to stop talking about the musicians going down with the ship ^_~&lt;br /&gt;ZeeSaxa: but there's always the possibility that they might&lt;br /&gt;ZeeSaxa: they really should be prepared for such a situation&lt;br /&gt;AwriterVA: But Byrne *is* the musician on the ship, lol&lt;br /&gt;DastardlyStar: hehe&lt;br /&gt;ZeeSaxa: has he studied all the escape routes and death dirges?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good stuff... Good stuff... lol</content>
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    <title>o.O</title>
    <published>2005-09-17T06:11:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-17T06:11:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Do I have a stalker? Maybe... that or my brain is pulling some crazy shit... Wouldn't be surprised with how hard I've been working myself lately... And who all even reads this? Murr... I need sleep...</content>
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    <title>I have a job!</title>
    <published>2005-08-29T23:49:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-29T23:49:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yes, that right! A job! I start tomorrow at Blockbuster in Southlake. I won't be broke anymore! YAY!!!!</content>
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    <title>Taking it step by step...</title>
    <published>2005-08-29T18:14:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-29T18:14:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well... if my life wasn't hectic enough... here's an update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out I HAVE to go to school this semester or I get kicked off Dad's insurance, so... we used the $600 I was granted from finanacial aid for resistration and Dad paid the extra, which was about $75 dollars are so... I'm talking the sasme government class as him, so we're sharing books, painting doesn't require any books and I do have some oils to start off with, and I have a German book, just not sure if it's the correct one. Leaving Astronomy, which I went to today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went and told my teacher about what was going on and he told me to see him after the lab introduction... He bought my books... and I get to use the ones he bought till I can afford my own... Anyone else think this might work out after all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... that just leaves a $208 speeding ticket (due Sept 26th), gas, and the occassional credit card payments of $10 a month to cover money-wise. Hopefully I'll be able to make that in babysitting for the Henson's, but I'm also looking for a job.</content>
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    <title>dastardlystar @ 2005-08-23T02:49:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-23T07:50:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-23T07:50:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Akeboshi - Wind</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It's late... and I'm sleepy... but not quite sleepy enough to go to bed... Me thinks I'll chat with Jiji for a bit longer while I try to find a WoW skin for Trillian and I'll be sleepy soon enough... *yawns*</content>
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    <title>And it begins!</title>
    <published>2005-04-09T04:39:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-09T04:39:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Horray!!! The Shier's spring break is finally here! We all know what that means. It means no work! No children! I only have to worry about myself for a whole, wonderful week.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention I'm gonna catch up with a bunch of my friends that I haven't gotten to hang out with in forever. Especially Karian. *clings to her* I missed her sooooo...&lt;br /&gt;XD</content>
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    <title>More Artemis!</title>
    <published>2005-03-26T03:19:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-26T03:19:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>FF7 OST - Don Of The Slums</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes are cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v113/DastardlyStar/Artemis/IMG_0154.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v113/DastardlyStar/Artemis/IMG_0156.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, REALLY cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v113/DastardlyStar/Artemis/IMG_0157.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not as cool as Mommy's fish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v113/DastardlyStar/Artemis/IMG_0163.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Is it true?</title>
    <published>2005-03-20T19:04:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-20T19:04:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I ended up getting the flu on my spring break, real intelligent thing for me to do, huh? What I'm concerned about, though, is the thought of my little fuzzy catching it from me. I can't just leave him alone till I get better, but I certainly don't want to risk him getting sick too... T.T</content>
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    <title>TGIF</title>
    <published>2005-03-11T18:10:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-11T18:10:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Thank God it's Friday! And not only is if Friday, but it's also the beginning of my Spring Break! ^.^ I get a whole week off, which I'll be spending in Atlanta, Georgia, so I probably won't be online for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Amber the other day, she's setting up a sort of video club up at TCC and so I asked her to go ahead and get some info for me so I can set up AnimeAddicts. Fun stuff, fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Now if only I could get out of work today... o.O</content>
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    <title>The Ups and Downs</title>
    <published>2005-03-08T19:43:56Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-08T19:43:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My weekend certainly was a bit of a rollercoaster... and for every good thing there's an opposite, bad thing... Curse these little laws of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started out on Thursday. I left a little late, cause dad was working on my car, but who can complain about a free oil change? I won't... So I didn't get to Christian and Janna's till around midnight. Stayed the night there and then the next day we drove out to Mississippi. Turns out that they had to just drop me off there, since they had a wedding to go to. So I spent a good amount of the time on my own. Took about a 3 hour nap, then Paul called me saying he'd arrived. I of course told him we weren't setting up the table this evening and so he just assumed he wasn't going to meet me till the next day. I was fine with that, I suppose... I didn't even really know him, so I wasn't in any need to be particularly social. Well, Christian ends up calling, I tell him whats up, and he totally chews out Paul for leaving me all alone. Was kinda funny really, never expected Christian to be quite so concerned. But a while after that Paul came up to my room and invited me to go down with the game room with him and his brother. I got to see my first LARP and also got to experience having almost every guy there at the con hitting on me. o.O Weird beyond words, to recieve so much attention... Some guy even just randomly bought me a soda. Christian showed up around midnight or so and wanted to call it a night, so we just went back up and went to bed. Note: Christian snores... And glaring at him while he snores doesn't make it stop, waiting for him to roll over does... lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we got up around 10 or so and Christian kept trying to get a hold of his other staff so they could have a meeting and then set up the table... Staff didn't show up until noon and we didn't get the table completely set up till after 1... The weekend of bad communication... o.O Not to mention the fact that he just wandered off after that, leaving me at the table and subject to even more advances. The game started at around 7, so by 6:30 we'd moved all the stuff up to the room the hotel gave up and then my job really began. Pictures, pictures, and more pictures... My camera batteries died... I took Paul's camera... His batteries died... I took Christian's video camera... That died... So... I got about 4 or 5 of the 6 hour game recorded. ^.^ The most funny game I've seen too. A LARP making fun of LARPs... Truly a beautiful thing. I laughed myself to tears many times. And after the game everyone went to Denny's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we gets up, pack up, check out, then go to the little meeting for the end of the con... I pretty much zoned out for the majority of it and then we went to the mall and had lunch, while also drawing quite a few curious glances in our direction. Behold the nerds, we come to conquer your pathetic city! XDXDXD We then drove home and had a little going away party for Gax. Yay fun! I was supposed to drive home on Sunday, but since we didn't get back till late, I just decided to go back Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then... Monday... The worst day in my entire existance. I wake up at around 9ish, pack up, gas up, and right before I go, I check my bank account to see if maybe I have a little extra cash in there in case what I have in my purse is not enough. Low and behold, Blockbuster Online has charged me $18??? Why? I don't have an account with them... and not only is that money gone, it's caused me to be overdrawn... and the bank charges me $60!!! My first reaction? I'm horrified... then     ed... and then I break into tears while talking to the people on the phone. They sday they can work it all out, but it might take about a week... and I have a check I need to cash, but can't until they get this all worked out... WTF!&lt;br /&gt;I cool down about that after a while and stop for gas once I get to about a quarter of a tank, but oh... gas prices have gone up once again... I only have $10... So I'm just praying that's enough to get me home...&lt;br /&gt;Well, as I'm coming into Irving, I soon realize that I'm totally screwed... It isn't enough and if I don't pull over somewhere familiar soon, I can't have anyone come out and help me though. So, of course, I'm panicked and speeding without realizing it. It's soon at this point where I realize that someone up there must really      me... For as I top the next hill, who is there? Why... a cop... who then proceeds to pull me over... then write me a ticket without even asking why I might be speeding... and of course it's my first ticket ever. But it gets worse, as I go to get my insurance from my glovebox, low and behold my new card isn't in there... oh no... only the one that expired about a week ago, and so, not only do I get a ticket for speeding, I also get one for having no insurance! And of course we all know that while this is going on, my gas gauge has gone below the E, and a few minutes later, I'm stuck on the side of the highway... &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; I call roadside assistance... they tell me to call Irving roadside assistance... they tell me to call 911... they tell me they can't help me, because they can't figure out where I am either... GAH! But, luckily a woman pulls over and says she can go get me some gas, or I thought I was lucky until even after an hour she still hadn't come back... &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; So my mom has to drive out and rescue me. I have no gas can, she has no gas can, we go buy one, fill it up, come back, fill me up, then both go to the gas station to put more gas in, then I get to follow her home... I have now spent a majority of my day crying... I have a migrain... I      the world... I'm bitter and angry and can do nothing but go to sleep and hope that the next day is better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's my weekend... in a nutshell... that should be smashed... them stepped on... then set on fire... *twitches*</content>
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    <title>^.^;</title>
    <published>2005-03-02T02:36:24Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Even though I didn't get to share this back on Saturday, it is certainly something worth sharing. Saturday was, of course, Artemis' first trip to the vet. Though, leading up to that day was anything but pleasant. How can a city that allows and sells ferrets not have a single decent vet that treats them? Luckily, I found one in Watauga, which is only about 3 miles from my home. Not to mention Banfield wat the only place that had a receptionist that wasn't annoyed by all my questions. Yes, mommy is paranoid about all doctors and wants the best for her baby. She even teased me about it, which is a good sign in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, little was I to know that as soon as I was to step into PetsMart that a cry of delight was to rise up from the throats of all the store's associates. Now, of course, I love my darling with every ounce of my being. &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v113/DastardlyStar/Artemis/watch.jpg"&gt;  But others don't always agree with my great wisdom. Not so the case with these people, and Artemis being the social butterfly that he is, soon won each and every one of them over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, he can't always be such a little angel. Once we were actually meeting with the vet he suddenly decided the examination table was simply a shiney litter pan. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; Not cool, but what are you going to do? she just laughed and actually thanked him for providing her with such an excellent pooh sample. But aside from my temporary embarrasment is was a good day all-in-all. Artie is as fit as a fiddle, I've found a wonderful vet, and now to get more babies! XD</content>
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    <title>Did you know?</title>
    <published>2005-02-18T01:37:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-18T01:38:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's a question that has plagued man for years... Scholars ponder, heretics spout off their own ideas, but here I am to tell you the truth... a truth so astounding some of you may never believe it... Yes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;PIZZA BOXES!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v113/DastardlyStar/IMG_0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>An Eventful Evening</title>
    <published>2005-02-09T02:37:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-09T02:37:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yes... This evening has been an interesting one... Quite by my own doing as well. What did it consist of you ask? One simple thing... Ferret grooming. How I got the idea in my head that doing such was a good idea, I'll never know. My clawed up arms may never forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first task was to clip Artemis' toenails. Simple enough yes? Apparantly, no one decided to inform me that my ferret should have been drugged and restrained during such a task. I spent a good 30 minutes just trying to get a hold of the squeaky slinky, then another 10 just on his first paw. I soon called in reinforcements and had Zachary hold the victim down while I proceeded to trim his other toenails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, after such close contact with my darling little creature, I soon discovered something not quite so lovely about him, an odor wafting up from his fur in particular. So, being the bright person that I am I decided that it was bathtime. Which of course I soon discovered was another activity in which I had to have an unconsious ferret to succeed unscathed. After lots of squealing from Artemis (who seemed quite sure he was  melting in the lukewarm water), a few more scratches, and water all over the bathroom floor, he decided he'd had enough and left a little present upon the bathroom rug. I can now quite seriously say I have scared the shit out of my ferret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NONETHELESS! I was not dismayed! For look, my reward was a handsomly groomed creature... &lt;br /&gt;who then proceeded to roll around in the bedding of his cage as soon as I set him down... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;.&amp;lt; Damn it...</content>
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    <title>Monday...</title>
    <published>2005-02-07T21:05:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-07T21:05:28Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I suddenly know why so many people have grown to hate Mondays. Reasons why today sucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm still sick, of course, but I couldn't afford to miss yet another day of school. It would have just been bad. I spent all of my Comp class with my head on my desk, just sorta staring as Mrs. Baw spoke. o.O Went to History and tried not to die from coughing while she lectured and I tried to take notes at the same time as covering my mouth to keep from infecting my other classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My siblings are brats. Straight up pissy and annoying. I was helping Bobb with scanning in her artwork in the living room and the phone started to ring, first they refused to answer the phone because it was all of three feet away from them. Then when they did finally reach for it, they saw that it was James calling and refused to answer. This makes for a very irritable Andrea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. So, I leave the house irritated with my siblings to go pick up the Shiers from school, but when I get to the school, no one is there... No one... Upon which I realize that hmmm, since my siblings are out of school, I guess that means the Shiers are too, huh? My own stupidity astounds even me sometimes. I was quite disgusted on my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday isn't all that bad, though. If I look on the upside of it all I do just get to stay home for the rest of the evening and hang out with Bobb and whatnot. And of course this also gives me time to put together that birthday list that my mother has been asking for. *smiles lightly* Only 8 more days till I'm 19, and 5 till I have my party.</content>
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    <title>Randomness</title>
    <published>2005-02-06T20:05:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-06T20:05:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">First time I've skipped church in a while... Though with every member of my family sick, I guess it makes sense...&lt;br /&gt;So Zach and I are just spending our day playing Pokemon, munching on chips, and whatnot. Tis fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, anyone interested in a gmail account? ^.^;&lt;br /&gt;I've got about 50 invites and I'm just giving them out to whoever asks me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with all that said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~9 more days till my birthday~*~</content>
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    <title>Quizness and a reminder</title>
    <published>2005-02-04T22:36:24Z</published>
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    <title>Birthday Time!!!</title>
    <published>2005-02-02T14:15:46Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Yes... It's that wonderful time of year again. My birthday is coming up and who wouldn't want to celebrate it? It's a truely wonderful day, yes? We all love February the 15th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with that said, so begins the BIRTHDAY COUNTDOWN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~ 13 days till my birthday! ~*~</content>
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    <title>A fairly uneventful day...</title>
    <published>2005-01-27T01:08:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-27T01:08:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yup, nothing too particularly interesting today, but I can't say that it was bad. Had Karian spend the night last night, which was a lot of fun. I really miss getting to spend time with her, since we don't have any classes together. She was fauning over Artemis for most of the time she was over, but of course, how could you not? The ball of fluff is just so dang cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to class with me this morning, which was amusing, since we got to make fun of some of the people in my Composition class. The people in my group couldn't remember what a theme was... o.O&lt;br /&gt;We also stopped by Starbucks and I got to drop off another application. I pray to God I can get a job there, it would be truly ideal... Free chai... Nice people... More money... *purrs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came to pick up the kids with me, as well, which has caused me to wonder about something... They've met Karian twice... They practically worship the very ground she walks on... I'm their nanny... Do they show me such love? Tsk, no. -.- Such things are quite upsetting. My own kids don't luv me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I can find it elsewhere, can I not? James, mah family, the random people that IM me, begging me to stalk them... o.O Okay, maybe not the random people, but everyone else should be okay. ^.^</content>
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    <title>Snagged from Wolffy</title>
    <published>2005-01-27T00:57:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-27T01:11:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yup, yup. I just had to know. Course, I'm curious as to what the other ninjas are like.&lt;br /&gt;*blinks* Lurve me?&lt;br /&gt;Of course you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1106232311iruka.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Iruka&lt;/b&gt;. You’re Iruka, the Ninja Academy teacher.&lt;br /&gt;You, my friend, are one of the kindest people there is. Sure, you can lose you temper from time to time – who wouldn’t, teaching those kids – but you have a heart of gold. You work hard and are always there when someone needs you, but you tend to worry a bit too much about those you love.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="300" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Iruka&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="94" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;94%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Kakashi&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Rock Lee&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="69" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;69%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;TenTen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Shikamaru&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Genma&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Naruto&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="44" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Hinata&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="44" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Neji&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="44" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Sasuke&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="31" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;31%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=2685"&gt;Which Naruto ninja are you most like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what happened to the likkle foxies??? Why are they gone? WHY?!</content>
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    <title>*sighes*</title>
    <published>2005-01-24T02:38:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-24T02:38:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Asian Kung-fu Generation - Haruka Kanata</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Spoke with Scott at church today... Asked him to pray with me for direction in my life. I'm tired of feeling lost. He helped me feel a bit better. Basically just told me to focus on what God told me was my calling and then follow the path that leads to it. It's certainly not going to be a walk in the park, but you can't screw up your life when you're seeking God's will, right?&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to pray for a bit of patience and faith... Heh.</content>
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