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  <title>Rambling Of The Raven</title>
  <subtitle>Thought and Memory</subtitle>
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    <name>gravenraven</name>
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  <updated>2004-10-07T01:22:37Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gravenraven:776</id>
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    <title>Watch My Temper, I Go Mental, I'll Try To Be Gentle</title>
    <published>2004-10-07T01:18:48Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-07T01:22:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Garbage - When I Grow Up</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Made-Up Swear Word Of The Day: Shtoonka (Shh-toon-kuh), 1. (v.) to shtoonka, "Man, did you see her shtoonka?"  2. (n.) a shtoonka, "Man, she's such a shtoonka"  3. (adj.) a shtoonka-ish nature to accompany a noun, "What a shtoonka shtoonka."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been your "Made-Up Swear Word Of The Day". Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I haven't touched this POS in ages, man. Not that anyone truly missed me. ;P But just in case, I blame the Communists. And the Nazis. And the Catholics. They're all in cahoots with each other, those dirty bastards, y'dig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered recently that I have a callous disregard for life, and it's pretty fun. A friend, Derek, was trying to get my brother to read a book and we discovered the fellow that wrote the book had committed suicide. So, naturally, being the mental giant I am, the first question out of my mouth was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude, does it say how he offed himself?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. Quite a brain on me, eh? Not that I'm really bothered by the statement. I mean, c'mon, it WAS an honest-to-goodness light-hearted, good-natured and fully innocent question. In case you were wondering, no... it didn't say how he offed himself, and frankly, I was pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame the Commie-Nazi-Cathos again. Bastards. The whole lot of them, y'dig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm assuming, once again, that those of you who are reading this are those of you that actually know me, so I won't bother to reiterate the fact that (of course, except for what I'm about to say right now) that I have a very unhealthy, sickening, stomach-turning, fascinating and all-around pervertedly-creepy obsession with Temari from the anime Naruto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I know she's fifteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be worse. She could be, like... four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me of something... my brother used to have this friend, and his father's motto was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If she's old enough to pee, she's old enough for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of makes you wonder about the Catholic church, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I wish I had some semblance of a clue of what's going on with this whole election-bull shit. I just know that Kerry, Bush, Nader... they all suck. I should move away to Canada. :( Fucking Commie-bastards, all of them. Not that there's any real basis for that statement of course, besides:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bush nearly choked to death on a pretzel (assassination attempt? Poor chewing quality? You be the judge) and can't pronounce "nuclear"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerry has a big chin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nader is... well... Nader, y'dig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, kind of sad, though then again, I have no idea what's going on, and I have no basis for my arguments. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's just been brought to my attention, something about "air-conditioned coffins". I don't know, exactly, what in the Nine Hells is going on, but frankly, I guess I'm kind of glad I did... because if it was verified that, indeed, there is some inane human invention such as air-conditioned coffins, then I'd further lose any remote ounce of respect that I still held for the human race (which was very little to begin with).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great... just what we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares about a cure for cancer? We need air-conditioned coffins, y'dig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are morons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Anne Rice. Sheesh, what a cunt. I mean, first off... she's not even that decent of a writer. She has little to no talent when it comes to writing, her writing is just a drone mixture of something if you'd combine works of Akira Toriyama and J.R.R. Tolkien and Buffy The Vampire Slayer. And she gets worked up when people bad-mouth her SHITTY (I shall reiterate this word, for I feel it is most appropriate: SHITTY) writing. I mean, c'mon Annie, really. Maybe if you had some TALENT, then you'd have room to complain. But, well... since you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stfu, ho, y'dig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's really all I have to say about now. I hope you enjoyed my rants this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead a good life, stay in milk, don't do school, and drink your drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember: Religion and Communists and Nazis are the bane of our existence. &amp;gt;: And they're in cahoots with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go with Judas... and Elvis Presley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judas Presley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Elvis Iscariot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judas Presley sounds better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go with Judas Presley, y'dig?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gravenraven:673</id>
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    <title>Radical Adults Lick Godhead Style</title>
    <published>2004-05-03T04:13:46Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-03T04:42:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tsunami Bomb - 20 Going On...</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Seriously, they do... I've seen them do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, 'tis another Sunday and, alas, 'tis another day for mass amounts of drama, complaining, whining, etc. :P Mostly upon my part, which is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... nothing really exciting happened today that's worthy of mentioning. More bitching on Lensmoor. Ha ha, Brid is dead. My character, Sathane is almost ready for level 7 already. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had started writing a new story. Or, rather, it was an old story of mine that I got about 50 pages into but then I abandoned it about a year ago.. now I decided to take it back up and start from scratch, redoing the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got about a page done and my sister wants to go on the computer... so I tell her, fine, just don't close any of the windows I had open and I can usually trust her of this, she never does...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figures, just my luck though, for some "magical reason" as my sister described it, the computer restarted itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if it were possessed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it didn't like us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it decided to spit in our face. &amp;gt;:o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way... yeah, whatever I wrote in the story was completely lost and I'm complaining now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y-u-u-u-u-up, it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Lisa, is now talking about this uber-hard test she has to take... convinced she's gonna fail and that she doesn't remember anything. Yeah... right... x_x She's one of the most intelligent people I know, and in spite of the fact that she says she'll fail I'm sure she's gonna do just fine. Better than fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it... Kara's character, Miesma, has a cool new pet on Lensmoor. &amp;gt;:o Sathane needs a pet, damn it... a kicky looking raven.. that'll pwnz everyone's ***...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you haven't noticed, I'm not really explaining anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am assuming that you are reading this under the assumption that you know me. ;P Or... well.. under the FACT that you know me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you SHOULD know half this crap I'm talking about. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piss off, you bloody wanker! &amp;gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &amp;lt;3 U KARA</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gravenraven:506</id>
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    <title>Drunken Butterfly</title>
    <published>2004-05-02T03:12:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-02T03:12:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sonic Youth - Streamxsonik Subway</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Random song title for the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, go to Hell, *I* thought it was a rather good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... Being my first post I guess I should put something all deep and meaningful and such... but those who know me damn well know that just ain't my style. :P So, really, I don't know WHAT I'd put here besides random little tidbits and whining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was called a twit by someone running around with an eight-year old BDSM icon... now that was a hoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny watching people on Lensmoor go at each other's throats... well, namely the wimps that shoot words from a distance and cower in a corner (Not going to be saying any names, but you know who you are! &amp;gt;:o).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only bloody 11:00 pm and I'm bloody tired already and it sucks. And my back is in pain. Lots of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you're wondering, yes, all I do do is complain. :P But sometimes the ramblings are more intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose, somewhere along the line I could reiterate some debates I've had elsewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Existence of God... Now THAT one was a bloody classic... getting religious zealots trying to convince people that God is real... why? Oh, because there's a BOOK about him, of course. Yes, that is one Hell of a reason to believe in God. :P At least the general consensus of people I asked seemed to agree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddha could definitely take Jesus in a kick-boxing match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I *could* take this time to go off on a tangent and talk all about myself... but that'd be all selfish. :) So I'll save that for later.</content>
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