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  <title>there's a song that's inside of my soul</title>
  <subtitle>... it's the one that i try to write over and over again</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Allison</name>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moving_walkway:92898</id>
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    <title>i'm gayer than a tangerine wearing a sundress and overly large sunglasses with rhinestones</title>
    <published>2009-09-12T02:54:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-12T02:54:20Z</updated>
    <category term="moments of stupidity"/>
    <category term="school"/>
    <category term="dance"/>
    <content type="html">So I&amp;nbsp;just had a moment of WHOA&amp;nbsp;WTF&amp;nbsp;IS&amp;nbsp;ON&amp;nbsp;MY&amp;nbsp;ARM but then I&amp;nbsp;realized it was my hair. *facepalm*&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I've had worse moments of stupidity this week, namely when I&amp;nbsp;was changing a CD&amp;nbsp;in my car while in the garage and I&amp;nbsp;accidentally took my foot off the brakes and was suddenly all &amp;quot;WAIT&amp;nbsp;WHY&amp;nbsp;IS&amp;nbsp;THE&amp;nbsp;GARAGE&amp;nbsp;MOVING?&amp;quot; It's almost as bad as when I&amp;nbsp;wonder where my keys are while I'm driving (which has to happen about once a week). &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;then there was a fricking deer in the middle of the road when I&amp;nbsp;was driving home from dance last night, but thankfully I didn't hit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is going all right, I guess. The greatest part is definitely senior pass so that I&amp;nbsp;can go places during my lunches. It's especially nice when we can sit outside when it's warm out. It's also nice not having to worry about signing out and passes. Especially after the incident the day before we got senior pass when the nun in the library was refusing to let me leave the library to go back to the cafeteria. It took rather a lot of convincing on my part (I'm not in study hall!&amp;nbsp;I'm in lunch!&amp;nbsp;I was just getting an assignment!&amp;nbsp;I'm not eating during this lunch period because I&amp;nbsp;already ate lunch earlier today!)&amp;nbsp;before I&amp;nbsp;could go back. But thanks to senior pass, I&amp;nbsp;don't have to worry about getting trapped in the library anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My normal schedule is pretty much back in motion now, what with school and dance. I&amp;nbsp;pretty much got my ass kicked in jazz/lyrical on Tuesday. I still can't sit down without experiencing pain. I need new legs. I've also realized that every other week I'll be spending 7 days a week at the studio (since I&amp;nbsp;have reperatory company rehearsals on Wednesday now, and Christmas show rehearsals starting next Sunday probably, and helping with classes every other Saturday morning). But it's all good. It's the last year I'll be able to do so anyway. :(</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moving_walkway:92452</id>
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    <title>even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return</title>
    <published>2009-08-28T20:51:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-28T20:51:37Z</updated>
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    <category term="fandoms"/>
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    <content type="html">I&amp;nbsp;just read a fic that managed to do a crossover between Pirates of the Caribbean and Firefly, with the pairing of Norrington/River, and it was actually pretty good. Crack pairings FTW. (Another crack pairing I&amp;nbsp;read recently:&amp;nbsp;Tseng/coffee. Then again, most pairings that involve inanimate objects end up being amusing one way or another.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been on an icon-making spree. I've discovered the wonderful world of brushes, and it's about on the same level of awesomeness as when I discovered textures and LOL&amp;nbsp;GRADIENT&amp;nbsp;FLARE&amp;nbsp;YAY. I'm also experimenting with different methods of coloring rather than just hitting &amp;quot;color enhance&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;which is what I&amp;nbsp;used to do because I was lazy. Needless to say, this means I've uploaded some new icons, one of which features a brush that I&amp;nbsp;made myself. I'm rather proud of my mad GIMP&amp;nbsp;skillz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, when I&amp;nbsp;haven't been being somewhat of a geek&amp;nbsp;I've had my first three days of life as a high school senior which is pretty awesome. Most of my classes are great. AP&amp;nbsp;English 12 pretty much pwns AP&amp;nbsp;English 11, I've decided... although we haven't really done much so maybe I'll have to withhold that judgment?&amp;nbsp;Although the fact that we took three tests over the first two days of school was not fun. Latin continues to be awesome; there are only 11 of us and since when is Latin not awesome anyway?&amp;nbsp;Contemporary American Studies is also a lot of fun; today in that class I&amp;nbsp;learned that our generation's children are going to be hippies that will probably hate us. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also recently discovered that I&amp;nbsp;have somewhat of a fetish for guys with books, which suddenly explains my love for Zexion, Sawyer, and Genesis. And I suppose Desmond, because of the whole &amp;quot;&lt;em&gt;Our Mutual Friend&lt;/em&gt; is the last book I'm going to read before I die&amp;quot; thing. And Ben, although I don't love him in the sense that he's attractive. (I still can't think of anything that explains my irrational love of Sephiroth, though, except for the fact that he was actually a pretty nice guy before he went batshit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Yeah, why am I talking about things like that when nobody cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've got to take a shower before going to the senior class lock-in, which will be loads of fun because what's not fun about hanging out with your class all night with games and such?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moving_walkway:92284</id>
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    <title>today is thursday. i don't need pants today.</title>
    <published>2009-08-13T17:52:45Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-13T17:52:45Z</updated>
    <category term="kingdom hearts"/>
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    <content type="html">In addition to Thursday, today is also 8/13. Yes, there is significance to this, but it involves me being an Organization XIII&amp;nbsp;fangirl and nobody wants to hear about that, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been pretty low-key lately, except for last weekend when I&amp;nbsp;went &amp;quot;camping&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;(and I&amp;nbsp;use the term very loosely because it was basically sleeping outside in a tent at a lake house)&amp;nbsp;with a few girls from my dorm at ASP. It was my friend Kate's family's lake house, so a bunch of her family was up there too. It was a good time. There were many Adventures including bonfires, tubing, boat rides, offroading, running around in the dark trying to scare each other, being in two places at once, card games, antique stores, photo ops, ice cream, and trying not to die while barreling down a dirt road hill at about 55 miles per hour. Eventually I&amp;nbsp;will have pictures up on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that weekend adventure, though, I've just been hanging out at home. (&amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;my brother and I&amp;nbsp;will be the only ones home until Sunday, so if anyone wants to come keep me company...)&amp;nbsp;I've also realized that I&amp;nbsp;have less than two weeks now before school starts and so I&amp;nbsp;really have to finish up my summer homework... but most of the time I'm really, really lazy about it. I've already done enough work this summer, damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and yesterday I&amp;nbsp;got a new pair of glasses because my current pair has a prescription that's five years old and so they really don't help me that much anymore. I still won't be wearing glasses that much, but it'll be nice to not have to put in my contacts if I&amp;nbsp;want to be able to see while I'm lounging around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obligatory geek!note:&amp;nbsp;Crisis Core music is fricking awesome, Sephiroth is my Omnicidal Maniac lover, and I&amp;nbsp;wish I&amp;nbsp;had a DS&amp;nbsp;so that I&amp;nbsp;could satisfy my love for the Organization with Kingdom Hearts:&amp;nbsp;358/2 Days. I&amp;nbsp;guess I&amp;nbsp;can just hope for a PS2 release, just like Chain of Memories came out for the PS2 when I&amp;nbsp;wasn't paying attention.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moving_walkway:91857</id>
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    <title>i will find you, my little pomegranate</title>
    <published>2009-07-24T17:47:19Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-24T17:47:19Z</updated>
    <category term="asp"/>
    <content type="html">ASP&amp;nbsp;is nearly over. SO&amp;nbsp;SAD&amp;nbsp;:(&amp;nbsp;:(&amp;nbsp;:(&amp;nbsp;but I'm also looking forward to coming back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things that have made my day over the past two days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;#1. Yesterday afternoon I&amp;nbsp;was walking on the wooded path from my dorm to the athletic center and there was a guy walking down the path with a guitar playing and singing &amp;quot;I&amp;nbsp;Will Follow You Into the Dark.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;#2. This morning there were banana pancakes for breakfast. Not only are banana pancakes delicious, but it totally made me think of an OrgLIX&amp;nbsp;reference with &lt;strike&gt;Mansex&lt;/strike&gt; Xemnas's haiku:&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Don't be so foolish / I&amp;nbsp;don't know what to write here / Banana pancakes.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I&amp;nbsp;learned that umbrellas break when you try to use them as lightsabers. Even though they may project like lightsabers, they do not swing like them.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moving_walkway:91417</id>
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    <title>i didn't plan to go camping -- i want to make love!</title>
    <published>2009-07-20T22:34:51Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-20T22:34:51Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">So in procrastinating my homework I&amp;nbsp;found this lovely little gem posted on the BtN&amp;nbsp;Lounge:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.thepregnancytester.com"&gt;http://www.thepregnancytester.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i708.photobucket.com/albums/ww84/zynismus/myapparentchild.png" alt="" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;find it hilarious that it has the pope's last name as Pope. Also, when the pope was declared as my baby daddy, there was hilarious picture of the pope facepalming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...&amp;nbsp;Yeah, I&amp;nbsp;definitely have to get back to work.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moving_walkway:91227</id>
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    <title>he was finding himself becoming rapidly obsessed with draco malfoy</title>
    <published>2009-07-19T03:13:58Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-19T03:15:00Z</updated>
    <category term="harry potter"/>
    <content type="html">I&amp;nbsp;saw &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Pri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;nce&lt;/em&gt; with most of my Ancient Greek class today. It's the first time I&amp;nbsp;haven't seen a Harry Potter movie on its premiere day since Prisoner of Azkaban, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- I thought it was one of the better movie adaptations overall. It did have a few flaws, but nothing seriously major was left out (unlike in OotP&amp;nbsp;when I&amp;nbsp;felt like they were leaving out whole subplots). I&amp;nbsp;guess I'll get into the specifics in my next few points.&lt;br /&gt;- First of all, this movie could have easily be called &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter and the Shipping Awkwardness&lt;/em&gt; because there was OH&amp;nbsp;SO&amp;nbsp;MUCH&amp;nbsp;of that. Even from the beginning of the movie when Harry is randomly in some coffee shop and the waitress thinks he's trying to ask her out. The movie may even go further than the book does regarding all the shipping, and there was a lot of shipping in the book to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;- They cut the Dursleys. Again. They also cut out Bill &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;Fleur (which makes me think that they probably won't have their wedding in DH, unless they kind of just make it come out of nowhere--but I&amp;nbsp;don't think we've seen Bill in any movie so I'm guessing it won't happen), Kreacher &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;Dobby, Rufus Scrimgeour, and the Muggle Minister.&lt;br /&gt;- Bellatrix Lestrange is still absolutely insane. I&amp;nbsp;have a feeling they gave her more appearances in the movie, which I&amp;nbsp;definitely don't mind because Helena Bonham Carter is absolutely perfect in that role. I'm pretty sure in the book she didn't show up at Hogwarts when Draco let all the Death Eaters in, but she's there in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;- They left out the &amp;quot;U-No-Poo&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;display at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. But the brief scene in the joke shop was cool.&lt;br /&gt;- So normally I'm not a huge Draco Malfoy fangirl, but in this movie he was such a Hot Mess that I&amp;nbsp;couldn't resist. Especially in the scene when he's crying in the bathroom. (No, I am not engaging in Draco-in-Leather-Pants-ing. He does have a very suave all-black outfit, though, which I&amp;nbsp;swear he never changes out of.)&lt;br /&gt;- Speaking of fangirls, Lavender Brown was such a rabid fangirl. Even more so than in the books. It was kind of frightening at times.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm sad that they didn't include more Voldemort flashbacks (there were no scenes with the Gaunts, and there was also no scenes of Voldemort expressing interest in old Hogwarts objects, i.e. that scene with Hepzibah Smith, and of him asking Dumbledore for the DADA job), but the scenes that were included were very good. During the scene at the orphanage, when Dumbledore was talking to the matron I&amp;nbsp;was totally all &amp;quot;LOL&amp;nbsp;IT'S&amp;nbsp;SORCERESS EDEA!&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;and when Dumbledore was speaking to Tom about having a school for special people I&amp;nbsp;was half-expecting him to start pulling out objects and asking Tom which item already belongs to him.&lt;br /&gt;- I&amp;nbsp;know there were a lot of ANVIL-SIZED&amp;nbsp;hints about Ron/Hermione in the book, but they were made even more clearer in the movie. It's too bad that they won't actually get together until the second part of the DH&amp;nbsp;movie.&lt;br /&gt;- There was a certain hallway that they kept showing (I&amp;nbsp;think it was outside of Slughorn's office)&amp;nbsp;that I&amp;nbsp;swear looks exactly like the hallway walking into Coit.&lt;br /&gt;- I do think it was interesting how pretty early on we were shown what exactly Draco was doing in the Room of Requirement with the Vanishing Cabinet. Maybe it's because the previous movies have made no reference to the Vanishing Cabinets, whereas in the books there are several mentions so the attentive reader would have heard of them already (but they still wouldn't know why Draco would want to use them). It also made the OMG&amp;nbsp;HARRY&amp;nbsp;YOU'RE&amp;nbsp;STANDING&amp;nbsp;RIGHT&amp;nbsp;NEXT&amp;nbsp;TO&amp;nbsp;THE&amp;nbsp;PLOT&amp;nbsp;POINT&amp;nbsp;moment a lot more effective, whereas in the book you don't know at that point that the Vanishing Cabinet is a plot point when he sees it in the Room of Requirement. (The movie, however, didn't show Harry putting the diadem on the head of the ugly mannequin in the RoR, which is a part of HBP&amp;nbsp;that I&amp;nbsp;really enjoy because after reading DH you know that DAMMIT, HARRY, THAT'S&amp;nbsp;ONE&amp;nbsp;OF&amp;nbsp;YOUR&amp;nbsp;HORCRUXES&amp;nbsp;RIGHT&amp;nbsp;THERE.)&lt;br /&gt;- There was a point when Draco was opening up the doors to the Vanishing Cabinet when something that looked like black smoke/darkness started flowing out, and I totally thought, &amp;quot;KINGDOM&amp;nbsp;HEARTS!&amp;nbsp;FILL&amp;nbsp;ME&amp;nbsp;WITH&amp;nbsp;THE&amp;nbsp;POWER&amp;nbsp;OF&amp;nbsp;DARKNESS!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;- There's this short little scene when you see three dementors (which look a lot more cloaked/black smoke-ish in this movie) flying toward Hogwarts, but then they get repelled by the invisible fortifications around the castle, and I was totally reminded of the scene in &lt;em&gt;Lost&lt;/em&gt; when the smoke monster is deflected by the sonic weapon fence.&lt;br /&gt;- All the scenes in which someone was under the influence of some kind of potion were brilliant, especially Harry and the Felix Felicis:&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Sirrrr?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;One of the best lines:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Don't forget the pincers!&amp;nbsp;*click click click*&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;- Another one of the best lines:&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;So, did you and Ginny do it?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;(One of many double-entendres that were present.)&lt;br /&gt;- One line that was noticeably missing, however, was &amp;quot;There's no need to call me 'sir,' professor,&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;which was sad because that's one of the best lines in the book. Also, sadly there was no way to incorporate the taken-out-of-context Ho Yay moments from the narrative, including &amp;quot;He was finding himself becoming rapidly obsessed with Draco Malfoy&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;and &amp;quot;The battle raged in his mind:&amp;nbsp;Ginny or Ron?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;- There was almost no mention of the Remus/Tonks relationship, which makes me sad. However, there was one moment when I'm pretty sure she calls him &amp;quot;sweetheart,&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;which was probably just thrown in so it's not completely random when they end up married in DH.&lt;br /&gt;- Snape continues to be awesome. I've realized that he kind of sounds like OrgLIX Marluxia, which results in some really funny images. Oh, Marluxia.&lt;br /&gt;- The whole theater collectively jumped when the Inferi's hand came out of the lake. Those things were really creepy.&lt;br /&gt;- Actually seeing Harry force-feeding the potion to Dumbledore was much more intense than reading it was. Along the same lines, Hermione attacking Ron with the birds after she sees him with Lavender was a lot more emotional than it was in the book--in fact, in the book it came off as a lot funnier in my opinion. (Random Fact:&amp;nbsp;the spell that Hermione uses on the birds to make them attack him, &lt;em&gt;Oppugno&lt;/em&gt;, is Latin for &amp;quot;I&amp;nbsp;attack.&amp;quot;)&lt;br /&gt;- Everyone using the lights of their wands to put out the Dark Mark at the end was very sad/poignant.&lt;br /&gt;- And because I&amp;nbsp;feel like I&amp;nbsp;have to end this on kind of a downer note because the movie ends on a downer note, I'm going to save my Big Giant Criticism for last. I&amp;nbsp;am referring to the random battle scene that they added in the middle of the movie that basically serves no purpose whatsoever. It's as if they wanted to throw in an extra fight scene or something, but it's not as much as a fight as it is Harry and Ginny running through a meadow chasing Bellatrix Lestrange. I mean, I&amp;nbsp;might have been able to accept it if it actually had a purpose. And it should have had a purpose. The Death Eaters came to Burrow and LIT&amp;nbsp;THEIR&amp;nbsp;HOUSE&amp;nbsp;ON&amp;nbsp;FIRE. I'm kind of thinking that the fact that this happened would have a bigger influence on the plot, because HELLO?&amp;nbsp;THE&amp;nbsp;DEATH&amp;nbsp;EATERS&amp;nbsp;ATTACKED&amp;nbsp;YOU!&amp;nbsp;THIS&amp;nbsp;IS&amp;nbsp;NOT&amp;nbsp;TO&amp;nbsp;BE&amp;nbsp;TAKEN&amp;nbsp;LIGHTLY, ESPECIALLY&amp;nbsp;WHEN&amp;nbsp;THEY&amp;nbsp;SET&amp;nbsp;YOUR&amp;nbsp;HOUSE&amp;nbsp;ON&amp;nbsp;FIRE. So that's by far the biggest Wall Banger moment of the movie, mainly because I feel like it's unnecessary drama that serves no overall purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that should just about cover things for now. I'll be seeing it again with my mum after ASP&amp;nbsp;is over, so I'll probably notice even more things then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moving_walkway:91067</id>
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    <title>now i will pass out attendance stickers and candy for good behavior</title>
    <published>2009-07-16T20:08:54Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-16T20:08:54Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I got a 5 on my AP&amp;nbsp;English Exam. (Which my mum just informed me via e-mail with much exclamation point abuse.) I... am so glad all that AP&amp;nbsp;practice was worth it. This, combined with the A that I&amp;nbsp;somehow managed on the final, makes me no longer harbor any lasting resentment toward that class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, yesterday I&amp;nbsp;thought that pressing all the buttons on my watch at the same time would be a good solution for getting it off some strange setting that it somehow ended up in. Pressing all the buttons makes the watch reset, and now I&amp;nbsp;have no idea how to stop the watch from thinking that it's 9:38 on January 1st. I was just starting to get really reliant on watches, too. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;guess I should read &lt;em&gt;Antigone&lt;/em&gt; now. Yay plays featuring Oedipus' daughter/half-sister. (Oh, and I&amp;nbsp;realized that ancient Greeks were very much in support of the Fred/George shipper slogan:&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;If you can't keep it in your pants, at least keep it in the family. High-class Athenians just loved to marry their cousins.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moving_walkway:89789</id>
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    <title>this could be the very moment that i'm aware i'm alive</title>
    <published>2009-06-22T18:20:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-22T18:20:50Z</updated>
    <category term="asp"/>
    <content type="html">Two things that I've learned so far regarding ASP:&amp;nbsp;Nametags and fruit breaks are Serious Business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like my classes. Ancient Greece is a lot of fun; right now we're doing an overview on the gods and creation, along with learning the Greek alphabet. I&amp;nbsp;can transliterate things from Greek to English now. Our intern is really big into languages as far as I&amp;nbsp;can tell, so we're going to be doing a bit of learning the language as well, which is good for me the language lover. Today we were talking about exciting things such as how Kronos castrated Ouranos with a sickle, and how Freud's theories relate to mythology (which includes how apparently every woman wants a penis and men are afraid of women because of &amp;quot;vagina denta&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;which means vagina with teeth. Oh, the &lt;em&gt;images&lt;/em&gt; there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other class is Writing Workshop. in which we prepare to do lots of personal writing (to have stuff prepared for writing college application essays). We had to read an article last night and discuss the argument that the writer makes, so I&amp;nbsp;totally put on my AP&amp;nbsp;English hat and was all RHETORICAL&amp;nbsp;ANALYSIS&amp;nbsp;FTW! (Speaking of English, I got a 93 on my final, yay!&amp;nbsp;Not quite sure how that happened...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, many people have decided that the St. Paul's campus = Hogwarts. It totally is, though, except there are no house-elves and ghosts and we can't do magic. There's even a kid named Harry Potter in the program. There's also a kid who apparently looks like Edward Cullen according to a girl in my dorm. It's a magical place here at SPS&amp;nbsp;ASP.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moving_walkway:89089</id>
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    <title>"so we just wait here?" "we're the plot devices this time."</title>
    <published>2009-06-08T23:58:00Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-09T00:07:04Z</updated>
    <category term="school"/>
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    <content type="html">So here's what I&amp;nbsp;did while putting off finishing my homework:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i708.photobucket.com/albums/ww84/zynismus/ffxcolorbar.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Final Fantasy X&amp;nbsp;is love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i708.photobucket.com/albums/ww84/zynismus/remussiriuscolorbar.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remus/Sirius is love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;They're surprisingly easy to make; the hardest part is resizing all the images (especially for the FFX one because I&amp;nbsp;had to capture all the images from video files). Then after that all I&amp;nbsp;had to do was go into GIMP, adjust the colors/brightness/contrast if needed and then run a rainbow gradient across it. Stay tuned; I may be making more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also uploaded a couple of new&amp;nbsp;icons that I&amp;nbsp;made this weekend, including a new default one. I'm rather proud of my texture use on this one, and also that on this particular batch of icons I&amp;nbsp;refrained from being all LOL&amp;nbsp;GRADIENT&amp;nbsp;FLARE&amp;nbsp;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only five more days left of school, and then exams. This year has gone by so fast. We should be getting our schedules for next year this week. I'm taking AP&amp;nbsp;English Literature, Honors Latin IV, Honors Precalc, Honors Physics, whatever the quarter-long senior theology courses are (I&amp;nbsp;know two of them are World Religions and Ethics), Contemporary American Studies, and Anatomy, in case anybody wants to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;also went to graduation yesterday. I&amp;nbsp;was part of the water crew which was pretty much the best job ever because we were under a tent and surrounded by water coolers so we could have a drink whenever we wanted, and we got to socialize with a lot of people. Except we were the one job that didn't get any recognition over the announcements this afternoon thanking all the students that helped out with graduation. PEOPLE&amp;nbsp;WOULD&amp;nbsp;HAVE&amp;nbsp;GOTTEN&amp;nbsp;DEHYDRATED&amp;nbsp;IF&amp;nbsp;IT&amp;nbsp;WASN'T&amp;nbsp;FOR&amp;nbsp;US, DAMN&amp;nbsp;IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend I&amp;nbsp;found a good site for watching movies online. It pretty much has every movie you could ever want to watch, except it directs you to brightly colored Asian websites to watch them. So on Saturday I&amp;nbsp;watched &lt;em&gt;Serenity&lt;/em&gt; (the movie sequel to the TV show &lt;em&gt;Firefly&lt;/em&gt;) and it was pretty awesome, except WASH&amp;nbsp;FRICKING&amp;nbsp;DIED&amp;nbsp;and then right after it happened I&amp;nbsp;had to go eat dinner... it was almost as bad as the time I&amp;nbsp;had to go on a tour of the Ben &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;Jerry's factory in Vermont right after Dumbledore died. Anyway, next time I&amp;nbsp;have a large chunk of time free I'm going to watch &lt;em&gt;Fantasia&lt;/em&gt;, which I&amp;nbsp;haven't seen since I&amp;nbsp;was probably between the ages of 8 and 10 and pretty much one of the only reasons I&amp;nbsp;want to watch it is for the Nightmare Fuel-inducing &amp;quot;Night on Bald Mountain&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;segment because let's face it, that song is awesome. (&amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;of course there's the Sorceror's Apprentice segment with Mickey Mouse and the moving brooms.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I started&amp;nbsp;organizing one of my storylines into an actual story. Let's see how far I&amp;nbsp;can get with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moving_walkway:88716</id>
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    <title>you mean you destroyed a tape player as you imagined it was the water mage's head?</title>
    <published>2009-05-21T00:38:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-21T00:38:47Z</updated>
    <category term="writing"/>
    <category term="school"/>
    <category term="computer"/>
    <category term="final fantasy"/>
    <category term="latin"/>
    <category term="lost"/>
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    <content type="html">I've realized that I don't use this userpic very often and now I'm wondering why that is because it's a very pretty userpic, probably one of my favorites that I've created. (Though the rainbow gradient flare is a little much, but especially when I&amp;nbsp;first started using GIMP&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;was all LOL&amp;nbsp;GRADIANT&amp;nbsp;FLARE&amp;nbsp;YAY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the mood to list things off so here are some of my ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. My Wednesday nights are so empty now without &lt;em&gt;Lost&lt;/em&gt;. I&amp;nbsp;think I've finally recovered from the sheer amount of OMGWTFPOLARBEAR from the finale... now on to theorizing for next season &lt;strike&gt;and trying to tie in relating it to Final Fantasy games as much as possible&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. Despite it being a late start for school today, I&amp;nbsp;got to school at 7:15 because my group was going to do some filming for our Media Design project. However, one group member didn't show up&amp;nbsp;(&amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;wasn't in school at all today) so we couldn't get anything done. But it wasn't a total waste because I ended up reading about 50 pages of &lt;em&gt;As I&amp;nbsp;Lay Dying&lt;/em&gt;. (The school is very empty at 7:15 when school doesn't start until 9:00.. except for Alix curled up on the floor sleeping.)&lt;br /&gt;3. My dance recital is coming up very soon. (It's on May 30th for those interested... more details on that later maybe when I&amp;nbsp;see people this weekend.) Hopefully everything will turn out well. A lot of my dances have come together really nicely (especially lyrical, which used to be an absolute mess).&lt;br /&gt;4. Internet Explorer is working to my liking now (although it has an annoying habit of not remembering my logins; I think it has something to do with cookies), but Firefox is still being slow. I'm pretty convinced that it has some kind of virus because everything else is pretty much running fine. I&amp;nbsp;have to remember to see if my dad can get my virus scan running again.&lt;br /&gt;5. I&amp;nbsp;started a new playthrough of Final Fantasy VIII a couple of weekends ago. It is such a ridiculously easy game especially if you really know how to work the junction system (which I didn't really until disc three of my last playthrough). Also, the dialogue is absolutely hilarious especially once you get to disc two and Squall really begins to start inner-monologuing about how you shouldn't rely on other people because you'll just end up losing them and you'll be all alone. It would be even funnier if it was voice-acted, but I&amp;nbsp;think the fact that it's not voice-acted makes the dialogue able to be that much cheesier. (And it would be hard to convey all of Squall's &amp;quot;...&amp;quot; responses.)&lt;br /&gt;6. I got inducted into the Latin National Honor Society on Monday. It's kind of funny to hear the head of the language department talking about how great it is to learn languages so that you have the opportunity to go to other countries and speak it... when Latin isn't even a spoken language. (But the Others speak it, so nyaaah. I could always go to the island and have Latin conversations with them.)&lt;br /&gt;7. My pointe shoes have finally stopped giving me blisters. (I named them&amp;nbsp;Eden and Anima because I have a tendency to name inanimate objects. Anima was the one that was giving me blisters, I&amp;nbsp;think. Even though pointe shoes are fairly indistinguishable, I&amp;nbsp;know that Anima is the one with the stripe on the bottom from the black dye.) Also, I&amp;nbsp;think it thelped that I&amp;nbsp;got new toe pads that aren't falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;8. A few weeks ago I&amp;nbsp;discovered &lt;a href="http://orglix.org"&gt;OrgLIX&lt;/a&gt;, which does audio dramas focusing on Organization XIII&amp;nbsp;from Kingdom Hearts. They're absolutely hilarious especially if you have great love for the Organization and parodies thereof. (I mean, anything that can portray Xemnas as a Cloud Cuckoolander lover of pie is awesome.)&lt;br /&gt;9. I was listening to the Broadway Lion King soundtrack today while doing my homework, and I've forgotten how awesome that soundtrack is. I&amp;nbsp;used to listen to it constantly when I&amp;nbsp;was 12-13. So many fond memories. I remember coming home from school and just putting it on and dancing. I remember doing that with the Seussical soundtrack too.&lt;br /&gt;10. I haven't really been writing a lot lately, which makes me sad. I really need to figure out how I'm going to start working on Across the Ocean again, i.e. make all the traveling that they have to do interesting or find away to effectively cut out their traveling time (which I&amp;nbsp;know I'm going to be doing on their way back, but I&amp;nbsp;guess it kind of makes sense there because Perrin is in BSOD&amp;nbsp;mode). I've kind of wanted to write something with Talia, too, because I really love her as a character (because she has Speshal Powers that make me consider her to be a cross between Eloise from &lt;em&gt;Lost&lt;/em&gt; and Ellone from Final Fantasy VIII with a little bit of River from &lt;em&gt;Firefly&lt;/em&gt; thrown in for good measure). I&amp;nbsp;kind of want to do a &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_1sentence' lj:user='1sentence' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/1sentence/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/1sentence/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;1sentence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;thing with Talia/Leon (because they're probably my favorite pairing from my writings, behind Perrin/Julia of course), but I&amp;nbsp;can't find an appropriate theme set. I&amp;nbsp;might just make up my own using various prompts I've gathered.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, yeah, pardon my rambling. I&amp;nbsp;think I'm going to be productive now and finish my Roaring Twenties packet for history.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moving_walkway:88370</id>
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    <title>don't be so foolish / i don't know what to write here / banana pancakes</title>
    <published>2009-05-13T19:59:00Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-13T19:59:00Z</updated>
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    <category term="lost"/>
    <content type="html">HAPPY&amp;nbsp;LOST&amp;nbsp;SEASON&amp;nbsp;FINALE&amp;nbsp;DAY!&amp;nbsp;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;According to a sneak-peek scene from tonight's episode, ELOISE&amp;nbsp;IS&amp;nbsp;FUCKING&amp;nbsp;PREGNANT.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;assume this baby is Daniel, since she makes no indication of Daniel being around after she finds out she's killed Future Daniel. BUT, that doesn't make sense chronology-wise, because otherwise Daniel would have been 18-19 when Desmond visited him in Oxford in 1996, and Daniel is definitely a lot older than that in that scene. (Unless there's some sort of time-traveling shenanigans going on.)&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;personally prefer the theory that my mum and I&amp;nbsp;have:&amp;nbsp;Eloise is not actually Daniel's biological mother, and that in 1977 he is living away from the island and for some reason later on Eloise seeks him out. I'm hoping that this apparent fetus of hers dies in the hydrogen bomb explosion because there is no way that said fetus could be Daniel. Way to go, writers. First you mess up Charlotte's age, and now you're going to mess up Dan's age too. And let's not go into the fact that people insist that Ethan looks way too old to have been born in 1977.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that little nitpick of mine, tonight is going to be awesome. This is the first time since season three that I&amp;nbsp;get to watch the finale &amp;quot;live,&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;since last year I&amp;nbsp;had to wait until the Sunday after it aired because it was on while I&amp;nbsp;was at a dress rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, today I took the AP&amp;nbsp;English test, which was not&amp;nbsp;that bad. We were very well prepared, I&amp;nbsp;think. &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;then afterwards we had Adventures in Clarisse's Car and went to La Festa and Starbucks. Now in English it will be ALL&amp;nbsp;BOOKS, ALL&amp;nbsp;BOOKS&amp;nbsp;ALL&amp;nbsp;THE&amp;nbsp;TIME, NO&amp;nbsp;MORE&amp;nbsp;AP&amp;nbsp;WORK. (Too bad we can't actually do really fun stuff like in the other AP classes.)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moving_walkway:88302</id>
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    <title>obligatory creepy mention of the crawlspace and repliku's ass</title>
    <published>2009-05-10T02:35:54Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-10T02:35:54Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">So I had quite the adventure today. I needed to go Mother's Day shopping at the mall (because yesterday my mum took me there and showed me exactly what she wanted... so yeah, not much of a surprise as to what she's getting), and I was going to have Andrew take me but he'd already done his shopping so I&amp;nbsp;figured hey, I&amp;nbsp;have a license, there's a car free, I'll just go by myself. So I'm driving to the mall, nothing really exciting there. Until I accidentally go through what I'm pretty sure is a red light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I'm not really sure whether it was red or not.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;know there was a light there, but I&amp;nbsp;didn't notice what color it was until I&amp;nbsp;had already gone through it, and the only indication that I&amp;nbsp;had done something wrong was that I&amp;nbsp;practically got run over by a turning pickup truck. So then once I realize what I&amp;nbsp;might have done I&amp;nbsp;have a huge OH&amp;nbsp;SHIT&amp;nbsp;WHAT&amp;nbsp;HAVE&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;DONE moment, and I&amp;nbsp;definitely start hoping that there were no cops around to see it. So I&amp;nbsp;drive the rest of the way to the mall feeling like I'm on the run from the law. It felt kind of badass, actually. From there the shopping trip proceeds normally. I bought my Mother's Day gift and then I&amp;nbsp;went on the Quest for Another Denim Skirt, which took me to Kohl's and Old Navy, and I&amp;nbsp;found success at Old Navy after discovering that there is only one style of (weird, really short) denim skirts in the juniors section of Kohl's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I&amp;nbsp;have another unsolved mystery in my life:&amp;nbsp;Was The Light Red When I Went Through It?&amp;nbsp;(The other unsolved mystery, of course, is the oft-mentioned How Did Final&amp;nbsp;Fantasy X&amp;nbsp;Get On My &lt;em&gt;Lost &lt;/em&gt;Season Four Finale Tape?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moving_walkway:87933</id>
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    <title>don't worry, i'm not going to start any sword fights. i'm over that phase.</title>
    <published>2009-05-02T19:46:30Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-02T20:03:13Z</updated>
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    <category term="sats"/>
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    <content type="html">I've decided that Squall hates me, either that or he's got some kind of virus that makes him disagreeable. (I wonder if computers can get swine flu?&amp;nbsp;/obligatory swine flu reference.)&amp;nbsp;'Course, it doesn't help that my virus scan has expired and I&amp;nbsp;can't get it back without a username and password that I&amp;nbsp;don't know. The only thing that Squall seems to have problems with is running Firefox. I&amp;nbsp;never thought I&amp;nbsp;would see the day when AOL runs better than Firefox, 'cause that's what's happening now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the SATs this morning. Some parts of it fried my brain but as always I&amp;nbsp;did derive extreme pleasure from the writing sections--the grammar-correcting bits, not the essay-writing. I've decided that I&amp;nbsp;hate timed essay writing, which is kind of bad for an AP&amp;nbsp;English Language student since that's what half the AP&amp;nbsp;test is. That test is going to kick my ass, I just know it. (Thankfully that night I&amp;nbsp;can celebrate with the season finale of &lt;em&gt;Lost&lt;/em&gt;. Which, of course, will only make my mind melt more, but &lt;em&gt;Lost&lt;/em&gt; is the good kind of mind melt. Yes, there is a difference between good mind melt and bad mind melt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so I&amp;nbsp;have a feeling this has the potential to get really rambly as I&amp;nbsp;begin to talk about how hardcore cosplayers kind of creep me out and how I'm going to start another playthrough of FFVIII&amp;nbsp;even though I'm going to have very little time to do it ever and how I'm and Organization XIII&amp;nbsp;fangirl and probably a lot of other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ETA:&amp;nbsp;My mum made CUPCAKES! *glee!*]</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moving_walkway:87386</id>
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    <title>"she's a witch. she has had congress with the beast." "she's in congress?"</title>
    <published>2009-04-25T17:10:39Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-25T17:44:18Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">The weather is so nice and warm down here in NY. It's like, 80 degrees. I love warm weather so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I have learned lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am awesome at Wii Tennis.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am awesome at whacking balls in Wii Golf, but I am sucky at putting.&lt;br /&gt;3. Flailing my arms about in Wii Boxing makes me win.&lt;br /&gt;4. My 10-year-old cousin who's a brown belt in Tae Kwan Do could probably kick my ass. I watched her regular and sparring classes this morning and she was pretty badass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacation is almost over now. I am sad.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moving_walkway:87118</id>
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    <title>this is my scrap of nowhere. you go on and find your own.</title>
    <published>2009-04-23T15:08:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-23T15:08:48Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Today is the first day of vacation in which I&amp;nbsp;don't have to go ANYWHERE. (Unless I go downtown tonight, and I'm kind of thinking I&amp;nbsp;might want to buy some more spring-like clothes this afternoon.)&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;then tomorrow, it's up bright and early and off to Connecticut College and my cousins' house for the weekend. (The good news?&amp;nbsp;This weekend outside NYC where they live it's supposed to be in the 70s, maybe up near 80. Yay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday I&amp;nbsp;visited Wheaton, which I liked; the only problem is that the town that it's in doesn't have a whole heck of a lot in it, so I&amp;nbsp;think in order to do stuff outside of the college you'd have to go 15 miles to Providence... but then again, I'm used to having to drive for a while to get to entertainment. It was a nice school, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I&amp;nbsp;visited Skidmore, which I&amp;nbsp;really liked; it's got a lot of dance, and it must have a really good English program because apparently it's the most popular major there. We got to eat lunch in the dining hall, too, and it has really good food. I&amp;nbsp;didn't get to see many classrooms, though, because our tour group was huge and our tour guide was having trouble keeping track of all of us (and also she had to deal with the idiot parents who kept being all &amp;quot;You should stop walking when you talk to us so we can all hear!&amp;quot;) The area around the college is nice, too; it's in Saratoga Springs, which has a nice downtown area and lots of shopping and food nearby. It's a little over four hours away from home, though, but that's the farthest-away school&amp;nbsp;I'm looking at right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, car rides are a lot more fun when you can pass the time watching &lt;em&gt;Lost&lt;/em&gt;. I&amp;nbsp;brought the first season with me and I&amp;nbsp;watched four episodes on the way there and five episodes on the way back. &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;of course my mum and I were analyzing everything considering what we know having seen up to almost the end of the fifth season, and laughing about how trivial their issues seem back in season one. (Back then, all they had to worry about was running out of water and hearing but not seeing the monster and people beating each other up; now they have to worry about ripping holes in the space-time continuum.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moving_walkway:86945</id>
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    <title>once in flight school, i was laconic</title>
    <published>2009-04-20T02:46:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-20T02:46:57Z</updated>
    <category term="links"/>
    <category term="computer"/>
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    <content type="html">Oh, Mr. Twain, you are quite the hardcore snarker:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.online-literature.com/twain/1317/"&gt;Mark Twain offers some literary snark on James Fenimore Cooper and the &lt;strike&gt;Broken Twig Series&lt;/strike&gt; Leather Stocking Tales.&lt;/a&gt; Hilarity ensues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my computer has twice tried to convince me that it is infected with viruses, but I&amp;nbsp;know that it is lying because the dialogue boxes containing said information include phrases such as &amp;quot;WARNING!!!!&amp;quot; which makes me know it is the internet playing tricks because any self-respecting program would not abuse punctuation like that. Yeah. I&amp;nbsp;can see through your lies, Mr. Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also uploaded some of my own userpics just for a change. &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;I make much better icons in GIMP now, so I thought I'd make use of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moving_walkway:86664</id>
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    <title>i guess there's no subtlety or skill require in magic. way to kick science in the balls.</title>
    <published>2009-04-18T02:27:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-18T02:27:28Z</updated>
    <category term="epic fail"/>
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    <content type="html">Reason #924830 why I&amp;nbsp;am not an intelligent person:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;just went downstairs to claim the internet for the night. It's dark but I&amp;nbsp;don't think of turning a light on (there's the beginning of the problem right there). I walk into the trashcan, knocking in over. I almost walk into a pole. I go over to my mum's computer to find the internet NOT&amp;nbsp;THERE. I&amp;nbsp;have kind of a blinky moment, and then somebody turns a light on, and I'm all &amp;quot;WHERE'S&amp;nbsp;THE&amp;nbsp;INTERNET?&amp;quot; and Andrew's just like &amp;quot;Looking for this?&amp;quot; and gives it to me. Apparently he was going to give it to me upstairs but I&amp;nbsp;went downstairs before he had the chance. But y'know, he could have given it to me when he came upstairs a few moments earlier, because I was quite clearly on the Playstation in the playroom, but no, he had to send me on an expedition in the darkness. Meanwhile there's popcorn kernals spilled all over the floor from when I knocked over the trashcan, so of course I&amp;nbsp;have to pick all of those up while wishing that I had a lot more common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(On a brighter note, I&amp;nbsp;just totally slaughtered a boss in FFX&amp;nbsp;that took me about 25 attempts to beat during my first playthrough. Quick-Hit and Doublecasted Flare FTW!)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moving_walkway:86309</id>
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    <title>if you weren't a door, i'd be convinced that you were trying to rape me</title>
    <published>2009-04-17T01:17:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-17T01:17:46Z</updated>
    <category term="geek!music"/>
    <category term="family"/>
    <category term="vacation"/>
    <category term="lost"/>
    <content type="html">One more day until April vacation, yay. Except first I&amp;nbsp;have to survive a day with two quizzes and a test, though I&amp;nbsp;suppose&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;should be thankful that it's not three quizzes because my chemistry quiz got pushed off until after vacation (as did my algebra quiz that I&amp;nbsp;was supposed to have today, which is super-yay). Of course, this vacation isn't going to to be as restful as February break because I'm going to be college-visiting on most of the days, and I&amp;nbsp;think we're spending the last weekend of vacation outside New York City with my cousins. When I'm not road-tripping, however, I&amp;nbsp;will be attempting to write my ass off (though I know without a doubt that I will fail at that, because I&amp;nbsp;have extreme issues with getting my characters from point A&amp;nbsp;to point B), and playing FFX for nostalgia's sake (because that was what I&amp;nbsp;was doing last April vacation... which totally doesn't seem like it was a year ago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Final Fantasy, today I&amp;nbsp;was teaching the ballet class that I&amp;nbsp;normally help out with, and I loaded a ballet CD onto my iPod so I&amp;nbsp;wouldn't have to deal with CDs, and just for fun I&amp;nbsp;decided to have the stretching music be from Final Fantasy Piano Collections. (It masquerades perfectly as regular ballet music. I'd totally do a whole class of Final Fantasy piano music, but the music is too irregular to do combinations to.)&amp;nbsp;So I had the class stretching to &amp;quot;The Oath&amp;quot; from FFVIII and &amp;quot;Suteki Da Ne&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;from FFX. It made my geek!brain happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that makes my geek!brain happy:&amp;nbsp;last night's episode of &lt;em&gt;Lost&lt;/em&gt;. I&amp;nbsp;won't say too much in case of spoilers, but let's just say that Hurley could quite possibly be the true writer of &lt;em&gt;Empire Strikes Back&lt;/em&gt;, and then he gives Miles this whole speech about how people need to solve their daddy issues, because if Luke and Vader had solved their daddy issues then the Second Death Star wouldn't have blown up and Boba Fett wouldn't have been eaten by the Sarlaac and there would have been no need for Ewoks. Yes, all of this stuff was mentioned in the episode. &lt;em&gt;Lost&lt;/em&gt; +&amp;nbsp;Star Wars = WIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, as proof that my mum is just as much of a &lt;em&gt;Lost&lt;/em&gt; geek as I&amp;nbsp;am, here's a conversation that we had last Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;So what are you working on in math?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;A:&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Variation functions.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;M:&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;And what are variation functions again?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;A:&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Basically it's when you have equations like y=kx or y=k/x, in which k is a constant.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;M:&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Constant like how Desmond needs a constant?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;A:&amp;nbsp;*facepalms, but is totally thinking the same thing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, I keep forgetting that I'm working on finishing my US&amp;nbsp;History packet while I'm doing this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I&amp;nbsp;think I originally intended for this entry to be more interesting, but I&amp;nbsp;can't think of anything else to say. Sorry for all the &lt;em&gt;Lost &lt;/em&gt;talk. (Hey, it could be worse. I&amp;nbsp;could be brainstorming about my characters, but I&amp;nbsp;think I'll spare everyone.)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moving_walkway:86226</id>
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    <title>'cause tonight's the night the world begins again</title>
    <published>2009-04-05T04:11:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-05T04:11:14Z</updated>
    <category term="links"/>
    <category term="geekiness"/>
    <category term="electronics"/>
    <category term="note to self"/>
    <lj:music>Sonic Weapon Fence, "Offensive Nicknames"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Note to self:&amp;nbsp;Do not spent excessive time reading the &lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TearJerker"&gt;Tear Jerker&lt;/a&gt; page on the TV&amp;nbsp;Tropes Wiki, as it brings about severe depression. (Makes me really want to write the depressing parts of Across the Ocean, because there's a very significant character death that pretty much brings down the mood of the whole plot for a while.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know the mysterious technological event involving &lt;strike&gt;Sephiroth&lt;/strike&gt; my alarm clock and the random playing of &amp;quot;Make Your Own Kind of Music&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;when I&amp;nbsp;got out of the shower that I was talking about on Tuesday?&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;think I've figured out the mystery. The reason the song was still playing when I&amp;nbsp;came back into my room, despite the fact that I&amp;nbsp;thought that it would have moved on to another song, was because I&amp;nbsp;have my playlists set to repeat once they're done, and so I&amp;nbsp;had selected &amp;quot;Make Your Own Kind of Music&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;even though I&amp;nbsp;had selected it through artist name, it still counted that as being on a playlist, and since that's the only song I have by Cass Elliot, it just played on repeat over and over. This was confirmed yesterday when I&amp;nbsp;had &lt;strike&gt;Laguna&lt;/strike&gt; my iPod plugged in to &lt;strike&gt;Squall&lt;/strike&gt; my computer (to use my 133+ h@x0r skills and transfer music off my iPod to my computer) and I realized that &amp;quot;Make Your&amp;nbsp;Own Kind of Music&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;had a play count of 12, and the only way that I&amp;nbsp;could have listened to the song 12 times (since I&amp;nbsp;only bought it a couple of weeks ago) is if it had accidentally been on repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, long story short, one technological mystery has been solved. Now if only I&amp;nbsp;could figure out how FFX&amp;nbsp;got onto my &lt;em&gt;Lost&lt;/em&gt; season four finale tape...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since I was talking about being depressed over Tear Jerker moments earlier, I&amp;nbsp;thought I'd share some silly too. &lt;a href="http://www.sonicweaponfence.com/index.php/releases/view/oceanic_six"&gt;Sonic Weapon Fence, a band that sings humorous &lt;em&gt;Lost &lt;/em&gt;songs.&lt;/a&gt; My personal favorites are &amp;quot;Magic Box&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;and &amp;quot;Mixed Signals.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;(In my own moment of humorous musical moments today, I&amp;nbsp;started making up lyrics to the instrumental &amp;quot;Aerith's Theme&amp;quot; from FFVII which basically state over and over again that Aerith Is Dead and We Are Sad... but that's another story altogether.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I&amp;nbsp;am a dork past midnight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moving_walkway:85602</id>
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    <title>there's no place i can be since i found serenity</title>
    <published>2009-03-29T06:24:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-29T06:41:28Z</updated>
    <category term="firefly"/>
    <category term="icons"/>
    <content type="html">I downloaded myself a new image editing program, GIMP, which works kind of similarly to Photoshop but it's FREE. So I've spent the past 2.5 or so hours making icons, mainly experimenting with textures and lighting effects. I&amp;nbsp;haven't uploaded any of them yet because I&amp;nbsp;suffer from enough icon ADD&amp;nbsp;as it is, so maybe once I&amp;nbsp;get tired of my current yoinked set of icons I'll start using my own again. But I&amp;nbsp;can share them, icon-post style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fandoms: Firefly x2, Lost&amp;nbsp; x4, Final Fantasy X x1, Final Fantasy VII:&amp;nbsp;Advent Children x2, Kingdom Hearts x2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i708.photobucket.com/albums/ww84/zynismus/jayne.png" /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="" src="http://i708.photobucket.com/albums/ww84/zynismus/simonkaylee.png" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i708.photobucket.com/albums/ww84/zynismus/desmondcharlie.png" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="" src="http://i708.photobucket.com/albums/ww84/zynismus/jack.png" /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="" src="http://i708.photobucket.com/albums/ww84/zynismus/julietben.png" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i708.photobucket.com/albums/ww84/zynismus/juliet.png" /&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="" src="http://i708.photobucket.com/albums/ww84/zynismus/tidus.png" /&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="" src="http://i708.photobucket.com/albums/ww84/zynismus/cloudv2.png" /&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="" src="http://i708.photobucket.com/albums/ww84/zynismus/aerithcloud.png" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="" src="http://i708.photobucket.com/albums/ww84/zynismus/kairi.png" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i708.photobucket.com/albums/ww84/zynismus/namine.png" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've discovered a shiny new (well, not so new since it only aired in 2002) show called &lt;em&gt;Firefly&lt;/em&gt;, which is a sci-fi show that tells the adventures and misadventures of the crew of a transport ship called Serenity. It's pretty awesome and has some really amusing moments. Also, all of the characters are awesome which is good too.&amp;nbsp;Anyway, I was going to watch an episode before going to bed, but it's getting rather late and I don't know if I can stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moving_walkway:85503</id>
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    <title>"stay where you belong in my memories" "i will never be a memory"</title>
    <published>2009-03-15T01:25:38Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-15T01:28:22Z</updated>
    <category term="school"/>
    <category term="final fantasy"/>
    <category term="icons"/>
    <category term="plans"/>
    <content type="html">I&amp;nbsp;switched up my userpics again because I have a short attention span. They're almost all yoinked icons now, if you haven't noticed, because making my own with Paint seems so insignificant now after having worked with Photoshop. (Want a gift idea for my next birthday?&amp;nbsp;Photoshop please!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what's new with me. I&amp;nbsp;got accepted to the St. Paul's Advanced Studies&amp;nbsp;summer program, which means that I'll be gone for the second half of June and all of July. I'm taking a class on Ancient Greece, which was my third choice I&amp;nbsp;think but should still be fun. But don't fear, I&amp;nbsp;will be around in August. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;also finally managed to trim down my junior speech to under three minutes (it clocks in at around 2:40, which is very good because now I don't have to worry about going over the time limit). It took so long to edit it down (I&amp;nbsp;ended up having to cut about two minutes out of it, after having it be over four and a half minutes when I read it in class for the first time), so I'm rather proud of this. I read it for my family today and they liked it (except my mum was all, &amp;quot;You use such big words!&amp;nbsp;What does misanthropic mean?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;and I'm like, *facepalm*). So yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;really hope my brother isn't using the Playstation right now because I've been having major Final Fantasy X nostalgia moments lately and I&amp;nbsp;kind of want to go on my partial file which is somewhat towards the end of the game and play just for the heck of it.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:moving_walkway:85247</id>
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    <title>i keep telling cloud that wings are sexy, but he never listens</title>
    <published>2009-03-03T01:31:42Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-03T21:08:18Z</updated>
    <category term="kingdom hearts"/>
    <category term="writing"/>
    <category term="fanfiction"/>
    <content type="html">No one will probably be interested, but I&amp;nbsp;just throught I'd share my first foray into fanfiction-type writing since the summer of 2006. (It's Kingdom Hearts-related, though the two central characters are from Final Fantasy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#01: Motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;Aerith loved to watch Leon move in battle, swinging and firing his gunblade with such ease; she, mainly a healer, could have never fought like he did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#02: Cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;There was a cool mist coming from the magnificent Rising Falls as Aerith and Leon stood together near the waterfalls, enjoying a moment of peace in Hollow Bastion and trying not to think about when the Heartless would arrive next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#03: Young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;They&amp;rsquo;d been only teenagers when they had met, part of the group of refugees fleeing the beautiful world of Radiant Garden that had now been twisted by the darkness; they&amp;rsquo;d been so young then, but now, six years later, they were taking on adult responsibilities as they worked to restore the same world that they had fled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#04: Last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;ldquo;So,&amp;rdquo; Aerith accused Leon one day, her hands on her hips and an uncharacteristically stern expression upon her face, &amp;ldquo;Cid told me that you and him had a bet seeing how long Sora would last on his quest to destroy the darkness,&amp;rdquo; and to this accusation Leon merely shrugged and muttered something about how it had been Cid&amp;rsquo;s idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#05: Wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;Sometimes Leon wondered if Cloud was compensating for something with that big sword of his, and when he told this to Aerith, she laughed and hit his arm affectionately, saying, &amp;ldquo;Leon, that&amp;rsquo;s just wrong.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#06: Gentle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;Leon never got tired of her gentle touch, how her soft hands felt against his skin as they lay alone in the dark after a long day of working with the Restoration Committee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#07: One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;Before Leon went out to help with the latest Heartless infestation, he lingered for a moment to say good-bye to Aerith in the doorway of Merlin&amp;rsquo;s house, but soon a Soldier popped up behind him and he disposed of it quickly, grimly thinking to himself &lt;i&gt;one down, a lot more to go&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#08: Thousand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;ldquo;You guys better come help,&amp;rdquo; Yuffie told them as they sat together working at Ansem&amp;rsquo;s computer, &amp;ldquo;Apparently we&amp;rsquo;ve got a major Heartless problem, there&amp;rsquo;s got to be a thousand of &amp;lsquo;em out near the Dark Depths.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#09: King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I think it&amp;rsquo;s good that Sora, Donald, and Goofy got to see King Mickey,&amp;rdquo; Aerith said, making idle conversation, but all Leon could think about when he heard the word &amp;ldquo;king&amp;rdquo; was the failures of their own king Ansem the Wise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#10: Learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;At Merlin&amp;rsquo;s house, there was plenty to learn, and Aerith spent countless hours poring over spellbooks teaching herself new support magic; Leon dismissed these excess amounts of studying until one day when a Heartless hit him a little too hard, and then he was thankful for her healing abilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#11: Blur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;Leon and Cloud were a blur of motion as they moved about the Dark Depths destroying Heartless left and right, and Aerith only hoped that they wouldn&amp;rsquo;t end up attacking each other in their enthusiasm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#12: Wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;Leon got up early one morning, muttering something about wanting to get an early start on the mountain of work that still lay before them, but Aerith got him to pause for a moment as she said, &amp;ldquo;Wait,&amp;rdquo; kissing him and making him forget about world restoration for a little while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#13: Change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;Leon had changed over the years, maturing and becoming more serious than Aerith could ever imagine him to be, and shedding the identity of Squall who had failed to protect Radiant Garden to become Leon, who was rebuilding it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#14: Command&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;ldquo;No, Yuffie,&amp;rdquo; Leon said tiredly, &amp;ldquo;you are not allowed make a file on Ansem&amp;rsquo;s computer about Yuffie the Great Ninja, and this is the last time I&amp;rsquo;m going to tell you that.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#15: Hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;Sometimes, when Leon held her in his arms at night, Aerith could convince herself that there was no threat of darkness, and the worlds were at peace forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#16: Need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;Leon knew that it was his decision to work into the late hours of the night on Ansem&amp;rsquo;s computer, but there were still times after Aerith had left to get some rest at Merlin&amp;rsquo;s house when he felt he still needed her presence, longing for the human company that Tron just could not give to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#17: Vision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;Unless Aerith&amp;rsquo;s vision was failing her, there now seemed to be a type of Heartless that resembled a flower; with a sigh, she wondered how many other objects she found peaceful and comforting would become corrupted by the Heartless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#18: Attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Could I have your attention, User Leon?&amp;rdquo; Tron was asking politely, probably trying to inform Leon of something important regarding the computer, but Leon was too busy kissing Aerith to pay attention to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#19: Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;Sometimes Leon felt as if Aerith could see right into his soul whenever she asked in concern whether he was feeling all right and expressed her concerns that he might be working too hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#20: Picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;Leon stood in Ansem&amp;rsquo;s study, staring at the picture of Xehanort, Ansem&amp;rsquo;s wayward apprentice, and cursed with every fiber of his being the man who had brought about all of this trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#21: Fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;Donald really was a fool, Leon thought bitterly; even though most of the damage that the duck-wizard had caused when he&amp;rsquo;d been messing around with Ansem&amp;rsquo;s computer had been fixed, there were still a few miscellaneous errors that popped up every now and then, and Leon immediately blamed these on Donald, much to Aerith&amp;rsquo;s amusement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#22: Mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I swear, the pair of them are both equally mad,&amp;rdquo; Leon said to Aerith as Cid and Merlin began yet another squabble over technology while the couple were trying to eat dinner together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#23: Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;ldquo;He&amp;rsquo;s still just a child,&amp;rdquo; Leon said in regards to Sora, who would stop in periodically to see them, and Aerith replied to him, &amp;ldquo;He may still be a child, but he&amp;rsquo;s our only hope.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#24: Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;Aerith couldn&amp;rsquo;t help but smile when, upon being roused from sleep by the sound of a large rumble from outside, Leon got out of bed with tousled hair and gave an irritated grumble of &amp;ldquo;What is it &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt;?&amp;rdquo; because she knew that the Heartless should know better than to cause a commotion when Leon was trying to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#25: Shadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;As Aerith and Leon walked together through the Marketplace, a Shadow popped up in their path; one swing of Leon&amp;rsquo;s gunblade and it was gone, and Aerith spent the rest of their walk telling him that he was powerful enough to take down &lt;i&gt;any &lt;/i&gt;Heartless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#26: Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;Tron thought that a hug was a User action that meant goodbye; what the computer program didn&amp;rsquo;t know was that there were so many other things that a hug symbolized, because otherwise Leon and Aerith would have said goodbye too many times to count.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#27: Hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yuffie&amp;rsquo;s coming,&amp;rdquo; Aerith told Leon as they sat inside Merlin&amp;rsquo;s house enjoying some sea-salt ice cream, &amp;ldquo;so I think it&amp;rsquo;s time for us to hide the ice cream.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#28: Fortune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;ldquo;So you don&amp;rsquo;t have any treasure,&amp;rdquo; Yuna of the Gullwings asked Leon one day, &amp;ldquo;no fortune of any sort that you could give to us?&amp;rdquo; and Leon only shook his head in response, knowing that his only treasure was Aerith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#29: Safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;Aerith had told Leon countless times that he made her feel safe, which only made him feel like he had to work harder to protect her so that he wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be letting her down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#30: Ghost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;Sometimes Leon saw images of his mother in his dreams, and she would only stand there watching him before she said, &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m proud of you, Squall,&amp;rdquo; and then disappeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#31: Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;As Aerith watched a swarm of Heartless that were beating Sora, Donald, and Goofy with books of all things, she was glad that Leon wielded a more legitimate weapon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#32: Eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;Aerith&amp;rsquo;s eyes were the color of life, Leon mused to himself as he saw her wide green eyes focused on him, and life was a good thing to have around while the threat of the darkness was so imminent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#33: Never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;ldquo;When do you think Cloud will settle his issues with Sephiroth?&amp;rdquo; Aerith asked Leon after they had heard that the rivals had met face-to-face yet again, and Leon replied, &amp;ldquo;Probably never.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#34: Sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;The next time that Sora came to visit, he was humming under his breath, and when he explained to the Restoration Committee that Ariel had taught him some songs in Atlantica, Leon only brought a hand to his forehead and shook his head at the foolishness of it all, but Aerith thought it was nice that Sora had been able to take a break from saving the worlds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#35: Sudden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Aren&amp;rsquo;t you supposed to be at the castle with Merlin, investigating our next restoration job?&amp;rdquo; Aerith said to Leon as they were enjoying some time alone in Merlin&amp;rsquo;s house; with a curse, Leon stood up and left the house, hating how he could suddenly lose track of time and forget his responsibilities when he was with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#36: Stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;Aerith found herself strangely amused whenever Donald used Stop magic on a Heartless; she just found it funny to watch him relentlessly beat on an enemy that would be intimidating were it not for the fact that it was frozen in mid-motion and unable to retaliate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#37: Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;Nights were often the only time that Leon felt as if he could be with Aerith undisturbed, and he savored the nighttime hours that they spent talking and laughing and forgetting the work they had to do as time slipped by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#38: Wash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;Aerith was perfectly happy to wash the dinner dishes by herself after the Restoration Committee had finished dinner, but she was even more pleased when Leon picked up a dishtowel and began to help her, his arm around her waist as they scrubbed the dishes together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#39: Torn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I think Sora&amp;rsquo;s gotten most of the torn pages in that old Winnie-the-Pooh book by now,&amp;rdquo; Aerith said to Leon one day, &amp;ldquo;so I was thinking that if we ever need a break maybe we could enter the world of that book one day,&amp;rdquo; and to this Leon let out a rare laugh and replied, &amp;ldquo;I can only deal with a certain number of funny animals at a time.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#40: History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;When Leon thought about the events that led to Hollow Bastion being what it was today--six foolish young apprentices, perhaps a little too overenthusiastic about their research on worlds and hearts and darkness--he wasn&amp;rsquo;t at all surprised about how the world has turned out; after all, he knew from experience that young people loved their foolish, rebellious behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#41: Power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;Aerith couldn&amp;rsquo;t help but marvel at the power of King Mickey; the tiny mouse-king was barely half her size, but he was a living testament to the fact that size did not equal power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#42: Bother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;ldquo;So where&amp;rsquo;s your girlfriend?&amp;rdquo; Yuffie asked Leon as she looked over his shoulder while he worked on Ansem&amp;rsquo;s computer; in response he only grit his teeth and wished that he had Aerith for company rather than irritatingly chipper Yuffie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#43: God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ve been reading that in a lot of worlds people believe in all-powerful beings that have the power to create everything and watch over and protect their creation,&amp;rdquo; Aerith said to Leon, and he replied after a moment, &amp;ldquo;Well, if there are beings like that, why don&amp;rsquo;t they have the power to get rid of the darkness?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#44: Wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;Although Leon was generally happy enough these days, there were still times when he would become brooding and taciturn, building a wall around himself to keep others away from him, and during these times Aerith was the only one who could break down this wall of his and try to coax him out of his mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#45: Naked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;Leon was glad that his door had a lock on it; he did not want to imagine Yuffie&amp;rsquo;s reaction when she came snooping around his room and found him and Aerith entwined together with only a blanket to cover their naked bodies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#46: Drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;As Aerith watched Sora use his Drive power to fight swarms of Heartless, she idly wondered to herself if she could find Leon some of those powerful clothes that gave their wearer mighty strength in battle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#47: Harm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;Aerith was walking to the Marketplace to do some shopping when suddenly a Soldier appeared; as it lunged at her, Leon was soon at her side, slaying the Heartless and giving it a look that clearly said &lt;i&gt;If you Heartless ever do her any harm, you&amp;rsquo;ll be at the mercy of my gunblade.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#48: Precious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;Aerith was already asleep by the time Leon came home from a day of work over at the castle; she was still in the clothes she had worn that day, the pink hair ribbon that she always wore still tied around her long brown braid, and so Leon gently reached over and undid the ribbon, holding it in his hands like it was a piece of precious cloth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#49: Hunger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;The Heartless hungered for hearts; Leon realized that he hungered for the company of others, as much as he hated to admit it sometimes, because he found himself haunted by the strange fear of being alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;#50: Believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Do you really think this will all be over one day?&amp;rdquo; Aerith asked Leon as they lay together in bed listening to the racket that the Heartless were making outside, and he replied to her with what he thought was a startlingly large amount of conviction, &amp;ldquo;Yes, I believe it will.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prompts come from the community 1sentence, which I'd try to link to except for the fact that apparently LJ doesn't like me or my linking attempts. I've decided I'm rather fond of this style of writing, though; it's very non-commitment-like. (Makes it sound like I'm having relationship issues with writing.)&amp;nbsp;I've also really been loving Aerith/Leon lately, and I've discovered that they're rather easy to write.</content>
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    <title>it was a big deal getting smacked by a girl who routinely shattered stone with her fists</title>
    <published>2009-03-02T18:01:34Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-02T18:01:34Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">So this bonus day off has been pretty awesome, Y/Y? I&amp;nbsp;practically danced for joy when I&amp;nbsp;heard the school cancellations on the radio except for the fact that it was 6:15 in the morning and I&amp;nbsp;don't dance for joy that early. &lt;strike&gt;VEXEN&lt;/strike&gt; THE&amp;nbsp;GREAT&amp;nbsp;SNOW&amp;nbsp;GODS&amp;nbsp;ARE&amp;nbsp;ON&amp;nbsp;OUR&amp;nbsp;SIDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum and I&amp;nbsp;were about to watch the last two episodes of &lt;em&gt;Gilmore Girls&lt;/em&gt; and we were all excited because ZOMG&amp;nbsp;CLIFFHANGER&amp;nbsp;LOGAN&amp;nbsp;WANTS&amp;nbsp;TO&amp;nbsp;MARRY&amp;nbsp;RORY? so I&amp;nbsp;put in the last disc of episodes except the DVD&amp;nbsp;player decided that it was high time to be uncooperative and make the sound all garbled, so we let out some Big No's and decided to give it a break for a little while. (Of course, we could have gone upstairs to watch it, but then it wouldn't have been on the big TV, and it just wouldn't be the same.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm suffering from Writer's ADD. Must... focus... on... one... work...&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>i had one tear left, and it turned into a pyrefly, and brought her back to me</title>
    <published>2009-02-06T21:18:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-06T21:18:07Z</updated>
    <category term="do not want"/>
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    <lj:music>Death Cab for Cutie, "Transatlanticism"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I&amp;nbsp;think I&amp;nbsp;have icon ADD. It's just that I&amp;nbsp;keep finding new shiny icons that I&amp;nbsp;can't help but use. (This particular one reminds me of being on Splash Mountain with Andrew last summer: during the part when you're going uphill before the big drop, and it's all creepy &amp;amp; glowing eyes &amp;amp; darkness &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;DANGER&amp;nbsp;TURN&amp;nbsp;BACK, and he says to me, &amp;quot;I&amp;nbsp;bet this is your laughing place.&amp;quot;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I&amp;nbsp;hate slow downloads. Or big files that take a long time to download. I&amp;nbsp;want Photoshop NOW. I&amp;nbsp;don't want to wait an hour for it to download when this is supposed to be good internet. I&amp;nbsp;also have a feeling that it's all going to download and turn out to be really crappy and/or not what I want. I&amp;nbsp;am not a patient person, mmkay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I&amp;nbsp;had the sudden epiphany that there is part of my brain that still thinks that it is 2005. Don't ask me how I&amp;nbsp;came to this realization, because I&amp;nbsp;could never tell you how I&amp;nbsp;reached that thought, but it makes total sense. I&amp;nbsp;mean, when I&amp;nbsp;think about people and how old my mind thinks they are, it's always approximately the age they were in 2005. But 2005 was a really good year. I'm glad part of me still lives then.</content>
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    <title>then she bent forward and did her little victory sway while the guys watched</title>
    <published>2009-01-28T01:43:58Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-28T01:43:58Z</updated>
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    <category term="dance"/>
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    <content type="html">I've decided that Photoshop is freakin' AWESOME. I&amp;nbsp;could make so many cool icons if I&amp;nbsp;had Photoshop. The reason that I&amp;nbsp;am basking in the glory of Photoshop is because I&amp;nbsp;started my Media Design class today, and we basically spent most of the period playing around with our pictures in Photoshop, and GAHH&amp;nbsp;SO&amp;nbsp;EXCITING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Tuesday dance classes have become extremely hazardous, because I injured myself about four times in the span of forty-five minutes this evening. First I&amp;nbsp;somehow manage to get a floorburn of some sort on my knee (through my tights), and so that starts bleeding. Then, I'm doing a tilt and my standing leg kind of slides out from underneath me and BAM!&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;crumple onto the floor (no real injury there, though, just me falling on my bum). Then at some point during lyrical I opened up the scab from the floorburn I&amp;nbsp;got on my right foot last week, so that starts bleeding. Then I was doing a shoulder roll and my left foot banged right into the heater vent. Oh, and my right shoulder hurts from doing all the shoulder rolls. Dance is a HAZARD&amp;nbsp;TO&amp;nbsp;MY&amp;nbsp;HEALTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Also, one of my jazz costumes this year is a belly-dance outfit from India. I&amp;nbsp;have a feeling that's going to be a very hot outfit for everybody to dress up in at my house. It's got jingly gold things. It's pretty awesome.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow day tomorrow, Y/Y?</content>
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