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  <title>Invincible</title>
  <subtitle>Because nobody can tear you down</subtitle>
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    <name>evilcheezit</name>
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  <updated>2009-11-05T16:58:52Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evilcheezit:4461</id>
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    <title>Spanish sucks!</title>
    <published>2009-11-05T16:58:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-05T16:58:52Z</updated>
    <category term="school"/>
    <category term="stories"/>
    <lj:music>Game music</lj:music>
    <content type="html">For almost three months, I have been struggling with my online spanish homework. Not because I don't understand it- although I really don't anyway- but because it wouldn't let me on to &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; my homework. That has all changed since I can login again. It's now it sucks that I'm way behind! At least I can do it, now, though.&amp;nbsp; I guess that's good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, my spanish class isn't meeting today. I hate saying that, since the teacher's really nice, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll try to post at least three entries a week. If I don't, then I got caught up in school again. And this time it's college, which saddly, is more important than this. But we all can live with that, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, the campus at least has a beautiful view of fields and woods around it. Actually it makes me want to write something. I will later. After some of the others. First, my book, A Soul Within, has to be finished. Then, I have to finish at least one of the three books of Shattered Hearts. After that, I may mix some of the characters of those two and call it Pandora's Box. Either way, that's a long way off from right now. &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evilcheezit:4256</id>
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    <title>Oh, God!</title>
    <published>2009-11-04T19:33:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-04T19:33:52Z</updated>
    <category term="movies"/>
    <category term="cyborg 009"/>
    <category term="dreams"/>
    <lj:music>Roses by Poets of the Fall</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Stressful day, but I&amp;nbsp;don't really know why. Maybe because school sucks. I&amp;nbsp;dropped my Intro to Business class today. I didn't need it and it was getting in the way. Plus, it was going right over my head and failing me, since business is a subject I'm not really interested in. Ironic that I want to start a business with my cousin, so I'll just take it some other semester, and know what I'm getting into this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class is about to start. I have about six or seven minutes, so I'll try to hurry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams are telling me 002, 003, and 009 are people I&amp;nbsp;need to look up to since everyone else in school are zombies. I don't know why, but this was my dream: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 002, and I was running from zombies. I came into a school with the other two, and all three of us got enrolled. However, since it was a mission we were on, I had to act like a preppy kid, and I always hung out with Francoise, who had become a cheerleader to look normal, and Valorie, the head cheerleader. Francoise and I had to act like I could control her because supposedly her character was caught between me and Joe (Joe was a football player and barely showed up in the dream. I think the only sound he made was laughing at a joke I made). So I could get Francoise and one other girl to listen to me. At the end, the manager for the cheerleaders&amp;nbsp;(who was a dude) and Valorie tried to say that I&amp;nbsp;got bit on the hand by a zombie, and they should watch out for me. I called her bluff, grabbed her hand, and showed them &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; bite marks. Then I woke up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, right?&amp;nbsp;Pretty messed up. I don't think Jet could even start to act like a happy bugger if someone or something pissed him off. In a way, since I was Jet in the dream, I had Jet's appearance, but still had my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On even better news, I watched my new favorite movie last night:&amp;nbsp;Merlin's apprentice. It was good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. 1:30, so I have to go. We're not staying in the computer room for class today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>September 19</title>
    <published>2009-09-20T00:52:00Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-20T00:52:00Z</updated>
    <category term="writing"/>
    <category term="cyborg 009"/>
    <lj:music>Animal Crossing</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, today is Albert Heinrich's birthday from Cyborg 009. Cool, right?&amp;nbsp;I made a story for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rated K, and it's coupling is 43.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Albert's Birthday- 2009"&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0.5in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;quot;Daddy, Daddy!&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0.5in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Albert turned toward the voice of his little son, smiling as he came galloping in happily. In his hand he had a wrinkled piece of paper, a little picture with sloppy labels, half in French and the other half in German, scribbled on the page. He set his book aside, lifting the boy into his lap. &amp;quot;What do you have?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0.5in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dolph looked at the paper, then back at him. &amp;quot;It's a card, but it's a surprise.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0.5in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Albert's eyebrows rose. &amp;quot;It is?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0.5in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dolph nodded, awkwardly hiding the wrinkled paper behind his back. Today was September 19&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;: Albert's birthday. &amp;quot;I got a present for you, but you can't have it.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0.5in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;His father smiled holding him close. &amp;quot;I can't? Then it's not for me,&amp;quot; he teased, chuckling when Dolph frowned.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0.5in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;quot;Not yet!&amp;quot; the child said, throwing the paper on the floor. He tried in vain to push Albert back as the man got up to get the paper. &amp;quot;Not yet, not yet!&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0.5in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Albert sighed, hiding another smiled. &amp;quot;Dolph, paper doesn't go on the floor. You know that.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0.5in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;quot;Not yet!&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0.5in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;quot;Dolph.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0.5in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;quot;Not yet!&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0.5in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Albert sighed, giving in. He sat back patting the boy's back and rubbing it. &amp;quot;Not yet,&amp;quot; he said, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. He waited around five minutes, before sitting back up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0.5in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dolph had been up most of the night, sneaking around. Francoise and Albert had gotten up several times to put him back to bed, and he still got up later. It seemed the three year old boy was more excited about Albert's birthday than Albert himself. Which was true in the sense that Albert was not too thrilled to be aging another year.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0.5in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;quot;Can I look now?&amp;quot; Albert asked, petting the child's silver hair back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0.5in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dolph thought about this for a few seconds, then nodded. &amp;quot;I suppose so,&amp;quot; he sighed, imitating what his father had done to him several times right down to the frown. Albert could not help but grin.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0.5in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;He reached down and picked up the card, looking carefully over the colored paper. There were three round figures on the paper around the same size, each of them labeled 'Mommy,' 'Daddy,' and 'Dolph.' There were several mistakes, and his letters rotated in places between German and French.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0.5in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;quot;Thank you,&amp;quot; Albert cried in mild excitement. He held the little boy close to him, turning to smile at his wife when he felt her hand on his shoulder.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0.5in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;quot;I thought we were going to wait, Dolph,&amp;quot; his mother said lightly. She had a small smile on her face, her hair pulled back into a ponytail. &amp;quot;Do you want to give Daddy his present &lt;i style=""&gt;now&lt;/i&gt;?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0.5in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dolph frowned. &amp;quot;I had to give it to him.&amp;quot; He nodded, suddenly catching on to the last part.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0.5in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;quot;Sit still,&amp;quot; Albert chuckled, trying to hold the squirming boy as his wife went to fetch his gift. He repositioned Dolph on his lap, sighing when Francoise brought a colorful, but sloppily wrapped gift.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0.5in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;quot;It's from Dolphie,&amp;quot; she said, handing it to him. &amp;quot;He wrapped it, too.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0.5in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Albert took it from her, holding Dolph on his lap as he tried to open it one handed. Dolph grew too excited, reaching over and tearing the wrapping off as if it were his own gift.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0.5in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;quot;Open! Open!&amp;quot; the boy cried.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0.5in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;quot;Alright, Dolph. It's open,&amp;quot; Albert sighed, smiling as his wife lifted the child into her arms.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0.5in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;quot;You're supposed to let Daddy do it,&amp;quot; she said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0.5in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dolph was too smart for her in his own mind. &amp;quot;I did.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0.5in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Albert pulled out the gift: a silver picture frame with protruding leaves and vines all over it. The picture in the frame was of the first time they had ever held him. Francoise was still in bed, holding the newborn Dolph. Dolph was sleeping cutely, very content after his birth, and Albert had been awkwardly supporting his head with his left hand.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0.5in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;quot;See?&amp;quot; Dolph cried.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0.5in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;quot;I see,&amp;quot; Albert said. He brushed his hand over the frame, smiling. &amp;quot;Thank you, Dolph,&amp;quot; he said, standing. He walked looking down at his picture, noting Francoise and Dolph right behind him, going to the end table the phone sat at. He set the picture down there, knowing that it was a spot everyone would look when they came over.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0.5in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;quot;Thank you,&amp;quot; he said, smiling as he grabbed his son's wrists gently and kissing his cheek. &amp;quot;I love it.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0.5in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And he did.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evilcheezit:3381</id>
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    <title>Wiitastical!</title>
    <published>2009-09-19T23:25:34Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-19T23:25:34Z</updated>
    <category term="games"/>
    <category term="wii"/>
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    <lj:music>Nothing</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I just got a wii, Animal Crossing: City Folk, The Unborn, The Haunting in Connecticut, and The Ant Bully, A Harvest of Bones, and a Halloween magazine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, we're watching The Unborn. I had already watched The Haunting in Connecticut before I got it. It was a good movie. I really can't wait until I can play the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to stay and write, but I want to finish watching this movie and hook up my wii. After that, I want to play it.&amp;nbsp;:)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evilcheezit:3075</id>
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    <title>Work sucks</title>
    <published>2009-09-16T18:33:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-16T18:33:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Monster by Skillet</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Pretty dang excited. I'm in class right now, but I'm going to be hopefully getting two movies and some DVDs tonight. Or at least ordering them.&amp;nbsp; All of them are Cyborg 009. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be working on an icon later tonight.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evilcheezit:3045</id>
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    <title>Now, Live from College!</title>
    <published>2009-09-14T18:49:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-14T18:49:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nothing</lj:music>
    <content type="html">First due date for the fall of 2009 in college. Turns out, I think I&amp;nbsp;did mine wrong. Dammit. Oh, well. It's done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found a temporary spot for my c009 models:&amp;nbsp;on my TV! Yeah. I know, right?&amp;nbsp;I have them on my TV, and GOD, I&amp;nbsp;love Jet and Albert. They rock. My mom was born in Germany, and my dad is part German. I'll be learning the language from mom, since she's minoring in spanish (nooo!)&amp;nbsp;and German.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still having problems with my centro account for my spanish class, as I&amp;nbsp;have been for a long time. I'm running out of time, and it still won't let me on, so I'm requesting worksheets. I'm tired of risking my ass for my computer. I've talked to the teacher and she's tried to help. Now it's MY&amp;nbsp;turn to help me. I'm getting worksheets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Off my rant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to start playing Zelda again soon. Pretty excited about that. And if anyone knows where I&amp;nbsp;can find the Japanese Cyborg 009 comics, please tell me. I'd like to keep reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go pick up my uncle Josh after school (I'm at school right now), so I won't be on for a while after this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really much to talk about. I think Sean either wants us to present or he's going to be lecturing us soon. So, for now, I'll write later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Oh, God, I look like a fruitloop when I get out of the shower and my hair curls!</content>
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    <title>Beat...</title>
    <published>2009-09-14T04:42:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-14T14:49:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nothing</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I spent thirteen hours today (from 9am-10pm) working on a storyboard for my Intro to Multimedia and Graphics class. God, it sucked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to the store yesterday to buy stuff for my project and wound up getting more than I needed. I was pretty excited and got four different movies (six if you count the one with three movies in it). I got a lot of movies I wore out as a kid. I'm happy about that. There was All Dogs Go to Heaven, Rush Hour, and Secret of Nimh. Then there was the movie with three and they were An american tail, Balto, and The Land Before Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, oh well. I'll write more tomorrow.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evilcheezit:2489</id>
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    <title>The happenings in real life...</title>
    <published>2009-09-12T05:16:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-14T14:40:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Monster by skillet</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Unfortunately, I don't know what I'm still doing up. After procrastinating a good three weeks, I have cards to do. The cards I have aren't going to cut it. I need &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;100 of them. Which sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. Life is life and college is college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And better news, I finally found a place for my cyborg 009 figures/models. They now stay on top of my TV until I decide to move them somewhere else. Hopefully I'll have a shelf up for them and the comics soon. Right &lt;em&gt;above &lt;/em&gt;my TV.  I finally found a site to buy two of the movies and the DVDs. The other site I bought from has had &lt;em&gt;four months &lt;/em&gt;and I &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;don't have my DVDs. So, I've given up on them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I should be getting to bed right after I check on my poke-your-moms one last time (shut up! It's addictive...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you want to touch my 'moms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gpxplus.net/ZGV0AQxjAt" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.gpxplus.net/19/229/ZGV0AQxjAt/image.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gpxplus.net/ZGR3AQx2AN" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.gpxplus.net/18/199/ZGR3AQx2AN/image.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gpxplus.net/ZGV4AGx1BD" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.gpxplus.net/20/143/ZGV4AGx1BD/image.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gpxplus.net/ZGV2BQZkAt" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.gpxplus.net/20/73/ZGV2BQZkAt/image.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evilcheezit:2265</id>
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    <title>A place for my new Cyborg 009 figures/models!</title>
    <published>2009-09-11T01:14:24Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-14T14:41:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nothing</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Can't find a damn spot for them right now, but mark my words, I&amp;nbsp;will find a place or build one. I don't know yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got them on labor day. They're amazing. I went to a Japanese festival and my best friend and I saw the boxes. Needless to say, I bought one; my best friend cleaned them out and gave the doubles, Francoise, and Jet to me. There were NO Joes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are currently on my bookshelf until I find a place to put them, and that's going to be hard. I'm not exactly the NEATest person around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I figure out how to do a damn fake cut&amp;nbsp; I'll be good. &amp;gt;&amp;gt;</content>
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