<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:12:05.799+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aeria Gloris</title><subtitle type='html'>わたしは　だれ</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-2426485216183142024</id><published>2008-11-06T17:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:32:55.948Z</updated><title type='text'>#75</title><content type='html'>It will never cease to amaze me how my apparent reception amongst my online friends can effect my real life mood, and also how I seem to have an uncanny knack to make history repeat itself. &lt;br /&gt;Let's start with the first. For reasons which I'm going to deem to private to even post on my somewhat unread blog I have managed to seperate myself from my closest online friends in WoW and, to be honest this has made the game pointless for me. What has happened is that I considered one a close WoW friend, met the other and considered them too a close WoW friend, introduced them to each other and well... they left me behind. I'm not saying I had no part in this, because I did but the driving force behind my emotional backlash on them was pretty much that I felt one had stolen the other from me. Although I don't tell either of them this because hey, it's retarded. &lt;br /&gt;And history repeating itself? Yeah. This is what happened months ago back on Darkmoon Faire with Miyev and is basically what caused me to move server. It's looking likely that I may end up moving again, but who knows? &lt;br /&gt;All I do know is that I feel almost completly alienated on WoW. Isolated, unwanted and unappreciated. And it's making me feel shit in real life, which coincidently isn't all that fabby either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear being an adult was supposed to stop all this adolescant bullshit, but apparently that isn't how the world works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-2426485216183142024?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/2426485216183142024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=2426485216183142024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/2426485216183142024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/2426485216183142024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/11/75.html' title='#75'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-7604649274713367212</id><published>2008-10-23T02:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T02:51:37.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#74</title><content type='html'>Dear life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike you lots at the moment. If I didn't have things to do, like reading a whole fucking novel, going to class and writing three essays, I would sleep until monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-7604649274713367212?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/7604649274713367212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=7604649274713367212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/7604649274713367212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/7604649274713367212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/10/74.html' title='#74'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-7711671150474115132</id><published>2008-10-19T00:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T01:25:37.674+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#73</title><content type='html'>Dear Mr. Person who I can talk to without feeling a burden,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel pretty shit. I'm very insecure about things with girl. I'm terrible with jealousy, absoloutly fucking terrible, but I still feel it's unfair on anyone for to show someone who is interested in them conversations of other guys giving them compliments, and talking about other guys who are in closer proximity to her and generally have more than a 1% chance of being with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been talking about meeting. She's working 7 days a week at the moment, so we just can't. She told me she had next Saturday off, I said I'd come see her. She said no. Makes me feel pretty bad, really. I guess I wanna see her more than she wants to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which in turn makes me have the insecurity that I like her more than she likes me, which isn't a nice feeling to have. I really had hoped for once that things were reasonably mutual, and now I'm not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I can't please her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo rant. Argh. Feelings. Fail. Feels like I'm 16 again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-7711671150474115132?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/7711671150474115132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=7711671150474115132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/7711671150474115132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/7711671150474115132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/10/72_19.html' title='#73'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-1267842888789166551</id><published>2008-10-16T23:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T23:08:47.651+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#72</title><content type='html'>Do some people simply not care when they look like retards when they type? I mean... seriously. A random, anon quote plucked from Facebook:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sally when ur bk from work ...just 2 let ya no.. il ring u in morning xxx."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Just... what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-1267842888789166551?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/1267842888789166551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=1267842888789166551' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/1267842888789166551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/1267842888789166551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/10/72.html' title='#72'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-5230444878579755692</id><published>2008-10-12T03:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T03:18:48.990+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#71</title><content type='html'>Stop fucking having sex you noisy fuckers I don't wanna hear it every fucking night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-5230444878579755692?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/5230444878579755692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=5230444878579755692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/5230444878579755692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/5230444878579755692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/10/71.html' title='#71'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-2813364793324877989</id><published>2008-10-09T11:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:59:48.939+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#70</title><content type='html'>Hello again. So, I haven't updated since May. If you wanna know what's happened in the months between then and now I shall sumerise for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did exams, I passed exams, I got a student house, I went home for the holidays, I got nagged (but well fed), I got a job, I lost a job (contract end - I never get fired), I played WoW loads, I moved back to uni, I started term again and BINGO here we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't my life dull?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, onto 'interesting' things. Life has thrown an unexpeted curve at me recently. I shall name this curve "girl". And no, it's not Beth. Although, on the subject of Beth I saw her earlier in the week and all I have to say is that I have damn good taste in women, yet alas, they don't seem to be very reciprocal. Anyway, things have been both fantastic and terrible with girl. Most days I manage to mood swing from extatic to depressed within the blink of an eye. I feel like I'm 14 again, and Rachel is fucking up my life. It's something that I generally don't like to be reminded of, but when it's good, it's GOOD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, yesterday wasn't the best of days when it came to this. In fact, it was probably one of the worst if not -the- worst day since it all started. As such, I got very upset and very angry. It was my luck that it happened to co-inside with a night that my housemates all wanted to go drinking because there was cheap booze. Big, big mistake. I went downstairs and was offereda can of Strongbow before we left, which I polished off in about 2 minutes. Get to the pub, get a pint of Hobgoblin - I didn't want this because I asked for Old Rosie, but I downed it anyway because hey... I payed for it. After the Hob, I went and got the Old Rosie I so-very-much wanted. Now, Old Rosie is an 8% vol Cider, and should really be spread out over like half an hour so you don't mush yourself. But... I wanted to must myself. It went down in about three minutes with a shot of Jägermeister in between for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after, it all started hitting me. Blurry vision, hard to walk, the works. Then I got really emotional, and I had to be taken outside by my mate where I do believe I cried. I think we went to the park and I cried some more, then laughed. It was quite odd, and a little bipolar. I don't really remember much of what was going on, or what I was saying (although I know the subject matter) but I could switch between heavy, dreadful tears and extatic laughter in the blink of an eye. But I wasn't laughing at anything funny. I think I was laughing at how pathetically depressed I was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually Jethro managed to get me home and into my room. Much to my suprise, MSN wasn't locked down. I must've forgotten to do it. There were some pretty worried messages for me, which sucked. I was drunk enough to realise I'd really worried someone, but not to do anything about it other than probably make it worse. I kept trying to talk to her (as best as a drunk person can) through trips to the loo to throw up, which I did frquently for about an hour or so. We finally both managed to get to bed and sleep, although I imagine she felt pretty damn shit and I was just fucked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking doesn't solve problems. It makes them worse. I'm fairly certain I'm shitted when it comes to girl, and it's pretty much my own fault. But you know? That's how things go for me. One day, I'll learn from the many, many mistakes I make.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-2813364793324877989?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/2813364793324877989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=2813364793324877989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/2813364793324877989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/2813364793324877989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/10/70.html' title='#70'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-6829501995158981521</id><published>2008-05-01T00:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T01:10:24.569+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#69</title><content type='html'>This one is especially for Rai. Not only because I thought of him when I saw #69 (Mmm... yeah~) but because he says my blog in interesting. Thus, I shall try and keep it up again.&lt;br /&gt;So, what's goin' on with the D-to-the-A-to-the-V-to-the-O? Lulz... rap. Anyway, not much. It's exam term (horray) which means I have more time to waste on WoW! I er... mean, more time to revise!&lt;br /&gt;I had my Fapanese exam today (lol, Aaron. "Wat's fapanese??? QQ"). It went better than I thought. I know i've fucked up various things like partical use (and not the kind in physics), but on other sections I know I've got 90-100% so... it evens out.&lt;br /&gt;What's in store tomorow, eh? REVISION SEMINARS. Wooo~ I already slept throgh one, so I'd better go to these. They're just dull as fucking your hand for the 4047047457405th time. In the evening I'm down the pub to see MUTANT ZOMBIE FOETUS, because I want to hear Sam's FFIX song. It'd better be good, or else! I hate the pub. D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm... bored now. So... bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-6829501995158981521?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/6829501995158981521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=6829501995158981521' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/6829501995158981521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/6829501995158981521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/05/69.html' title='#69'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-7854087064027944228</id><published>2008-04-21T01:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T01:52:17.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#68</title><content type='html'>Moka Bear demands it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus ex machina | THE POOL OF AWESOME says:&lt;br /&gt;About? D:&lt;br /&gt;Moo | Stop burning bridges and drive off of them says:&lt;br /&gt;Your sex life, Mario Kart, Beth, your biggest fear, w/e. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sex life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wrist hurts a bit. I believe that buying that Keeley Hazell FHM may have been a mistake all conidering I have exams coming up. I need my wrist in top condition and and playing with the little man 25 and a half times a day is really wearing down the bone(r). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mario Kart:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own Aaron for many reasons. &lt;br /&gt;1. I know in my heart I'm better than him even though I play it much less.&lt;br /&gt;2. He uses theGC controller because he's gay.&lt;br /&gt;3. He's gay.&lt;br /&gt;4. In between my 25 and a half wanks a day, I practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Beth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She eludes me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My biggest fear:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if... WHAT IF... &lt;a href="http://pown.alluc.org/?uid=1333"&gt;I had never seen this flash?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;w/e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that Aaron is gay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-7854087064027944228?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/7854087064027944228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=7854087064027944228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/7854087064027944228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/7854087064027944228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/04/68.html' title='#68'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-6574954634571285691</id><published>2008-04-18T17:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T17:53:09.298+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#67</title><content type='html'>Tom is legendary. On discussion various Mario games:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is with Birdo. It shoots eggs from it's face so we can safely assume that Birdo has a vagina on it's face."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mario 2: The Lost Levels was rediculously shit. You jumpped and floated about and you just thought 'what is this faggotry?'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lol'd hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-6574954634571285691?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/6574954634571285691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=6574954634571285691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/6574954634571285691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/6574954634571285691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/04/67.html' title='#67'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-7783094114752861565</id><published>2008-04-14T10:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T10:37:56.324+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#66</title><content type='html'>It's my birthday and I'm writing an assessed essay. Fuck yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-7783094114752861565?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/7783094114752861565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=7783094114752861565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/7783094114752861565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/7783094114752861565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/04/66.html' title='#66'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-1741304003057786403</id><published>2008-03-30T20:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T20:42:28.524+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#65</title><content type='html'>It's sad when being online actually depresses you. Over the past few weeks I feel as though I seem tohave be loosing any online friends I had (for reasons still unknown to me) and it's just... depressing. It's not really fun to log online to have no one saying "hi" and then spend the next few hours pissing about alone. People ignoring your whispers is always a heart-warmer, too. It makes me sad that no one goes out of their way to do anything with me and as such I feel like poopie, and have been feeling like poopie online for a while now. &lt;br /&gt;Random emo blog. Someome make a smartass comment that takes the piss out of me and makes me feel like shit. I know someone wants to because someone always does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-1741304003057786403?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/1741304003057786403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=1741304003057786403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/1741304003057786403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/1741304003057786403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/03/65.html' title='#65'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-5412082437250868811</id><published>2008-03-01T21:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-01T21:07:22.227Z</updated><title type='text'>#64</title><content type='html'>Shitting up an RP server 101:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Create an RP guild.&lt;br /&gt;2. Restrict it to a singular race. &lt;br /&gt;3. Gain a reputation. Such a reputation that all those who didn't play said race re-roll and join the guild.&lt;br /&gt;4. Pick up all the good RPers you can find. Who cares if they don't fit with the ethos?&lt;br /&gt;5. Keep your RP xenophobic and restricted to your guild.&lt;br /&gt;6. Move the guild out of the only RP hub on the server.&lt;br /&gt;7. Shit on everyone who isn't in your guild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really works. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-5412082437250868811?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/5412082437250868811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=5412082437250868811' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/5412082437250868811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/5412082437250868811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/03/64.html' title='#64'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-2222635024661310912</id><published>2008-02-18T23:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-18T23:59:40.380Z</updated><title type='text'>#63</title><content type='html'>Hm, falling asleep at 7 wasn't all that smart, all considering I now can't sleep. Go me!&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I have so much swimming around my head that I can't actually get it down onto "paper". It's really frustrating me. I also know -exactly- what's causing the problem of overthinking (omg thank u relient k loloz :DDD) and I must say, I'm disapointed in myself for being such an ass. What I need is a stiff drink, but... I don't like drinking, so that screws that plan up. &lt;br /&gt;Afraid I can't write anything more substantial, dear readers of my dull and non-eventul life. My brain wont allow feelings to travel into my fingers and type meaningful words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-2222635024661310912?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/2222635024661310912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=2222635024661310912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/2222635024661310912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/2222635024661310912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/02/63.html' title='#63'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-2549969521426017510</id><published>2008-02-17T03:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-17T03:06:16.447Z</updated><title type='text'>#62</title><content type='html'>Hm, I'm being a prick tonight. I'm picking arguments with people just for the sake of arguining. It's a good sign that I'm in a terrible mood, and I'm not even sure -why- I'm in a bad mood. Either way, I haven't done this for quite a while. It makes me laugh how immature I can be. It's like I'm fighting with people just to make me feel something. What a fucktard. Might aswell argue with myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-2549969521426017510?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/2549969521426017510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=2549969521426017510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/2549969521426017510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/2549969521426017510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/02/62.html' title='#62'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-5195871800477623033</id><published>2008-02-14T21:51:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-14T21:59:54.956Z</updated><title type='text'>#61</title><content type='html'>Right, so... Valentine's Day still sucks balls.&lt;br /&gt;I kept myself awake until abiut 4am so I could go and slip this card under my crush's door. It wasn't even an annonymous card, so really the only reason I hate to wait so late was because I'm a wimp and I didn't want people to see me and I was too scared to give it to her face.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I woke up at 8 for breakfast and just felt down-right ill. Not only that, but I'm aching all over from football yesterday, since it's the first sports I've done in probably over a year. So, I was nervous, in pain and feeling sick whilst I sat around in the breakfast hall waiting to see if she'd show up. I drank half a glass of milk before I decided it was probably best I went back to my room. I don't know if I she ended up at breakfast or not. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I slept again untill about 11. I'd put my number in this card, along with the suggestion of going out at some point so I had my phone by my head all the time. To be honest, by the time it was lunch and I hadn't got a text I'd given up on the whole idea that I might've gotten somewhere with someone this Valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;I moaped around my seminars, in total agony as I walked between, and to and from campus. I look like I have a stick up my arse when I walk. Anyway, came home and notic I have a message on facebook. It pretty much said "Thanks for the nice card, it was sweet." which was nice. I guess it was more than I expected, but in the end, a "thank you" wasn't really what I was after. It'd be nice if like I could have at least taken her out to dinner, or to the cinema or something. So, I reply and try and push the "lets do something" line, and I get a slightly evasive reply back which makes me think that really I should just drop it. &lt;br /&gt;Pretty much been moaping in my room since dinner. Just kinda upset that shit never seems to work out for me when I try. Would have been nice, just for once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-5195871800477623033?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/5195871800477623033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=5195871800477623033' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/5195871800477623033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/5195871800477623033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/02/61.html' title='#61'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-6961718681197691125</id><published>2008-02-14T01:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-14T01:39:19.088Z</updated><title type='text'>#60</title><content type='html'>Two and a half hours till secret card mission of doom. *is nervous*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-6961718681197691125?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/6961718681197691125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=6961718681197691125' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/6961718681197691125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/6961718681197691125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/02/60.html' title='#60'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-4329103589070857372</id><published>2008-02-13T13:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-13T13:09:33.049Z</updated><title type='text'>#59</title><content type='html'>So, tomorrow is V-tines day. Do I make/send a card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y/n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-4329103589070857372?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/4329103589070857372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=4329103589070857372' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/4329103589070857372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/4329103589070857372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/02/59.html' title='#59'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-5839650208210210193</id><published>2008-02-13T00:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-13T00:39:18.640Z</updated><title type='text'>#58</title><content type='html'>Today something amazing happened. Something so beautiful I simply cannot describe it. I imagine (although, I cannot be cartain) that it was much akin to making love to a beautiful woman, but somehow better and more enjoyable. What was this greatness, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Smash Bros Brawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, indeed, the GamingSoc has a dodgy copy, but it plays perfectly and is just... wonderful. Such a lovely game. Words cannot describe how awesome it was to play it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, everyone I seem interested in is already taken. I find this cruel. If Brawl wasn't so lovely I'd be mildly depressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-5839650208210210193?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/5839650208210210193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=5839650208210210193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/5839650208210210193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/5839650208210210193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/02/58.html' title='#58'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-6099003986103789881</id><published>2008-02-11T19:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-11T19:29:51.047Z</updated><title type='text'>#57</title><content type='html'>Fuck this shit. My PC is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TOO GOOD&lt;/span&gt; to play KotoR? How the fuck does that even work. It seemingly hates my graphics card, and I can't find a way around it. Pissed off Dave is pissed off. D:&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-6099003986103789881?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/6099003986103789881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=6099003986103789881' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/6099003986103789881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/6099003986103789881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/02/57.html' title='#57'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-3767388852244204876</id><published>2008-02-11T10:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:10:25.368Z</updated><title type='text'>#56</title><content type='html'>Holy shit. I went to bed at 8.30 and actually got up for breakfast at 8 this morning. Something must be wrong with me! D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-3767388852244204876?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/3767388852244204876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=3767388852244204876' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/3767388852244204876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/3767388852244204876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/02/56.html' title='#56'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-5489845074741993228</id><published>2008-02-10T02:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-10T02:29:51.372Z</updated><title type='text'>#55</title><content type='html'>I am so fucking bored right now it's unbelieveable. Been sitting and pissing around on Facebook. I've not really done -anything- on it other than draw an awesome picture on Marriott's one. It's of his beard. How I love it so. It's so fluffy and beardy and OH SHIT I'M RAMBLING TO PASS TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could write some more of my Ergo Proxy Fanfic, but I'm stuck. It's like 9 pages long now, though. I'm pretty impressed with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do? What to do? I should be reading King Lear, but I'm too lazy to do that. Also, also. I have my damned Japanese test to do tomorrow. It looks fucking hard and I don't wanna do it. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IIE IIIIIE! (That's Japanese for: No! Noooooooo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. I can't even ramble properly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-5489845074741993228?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/5489845074741993228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=5489845074741993228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/5489845074741993228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/5489845074741993228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/02/55.html' title='#55'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-7027954497883307430</id><published>2008-02-09T16:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-09T16:58:43.106Z</updated><title type='text'>#54</title><content type='html'>Burns Night was pretty awesome. Except from the lack of Haggis. I think that the head table got some, but the rest of us lowly students didn't get any. The food was nice, though. Chicken in Scothc sauce with all the usuals of tatties and stuff. We had dumplings and custard for pudding. After there were a lot of speeches that basically told us to go out and drink a lot because drink helps education. True story. There were lots of toasts too, which was cool. The best one was the Toast to the Lassies. Every man in hall stood up and roared:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TO THE LASSIES!" and downed a glass of wine. Lassies for the win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also the toast to The Immortal Memory of Burns himself, to which we were all given a shot of whiskey. The two girls opposite me and garvy didn't like theirs, so we got extra. :3&lt;br /&gt;At the end we all stood up and sung Auld Lang Syne, which was absoloutly fooking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few pics and a video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfdmY7UG8fA/R63bdYm56_I/AAAAAAAAACc/40nFHNR-AfM/s1600-h/P1030174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfdmY7UG8fA/R63bdYm56_I/AAAAAAAAACc/40nFHNR-AfM/s320/P1030174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165025645532146674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfdmY7UG8fA/R63ZlYm566I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ixLadQ4AOSU/s320/P1030173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165023583947844514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Garvey-san&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cfdmY7UG8fA/R63aGIm568I/AAAAAAAAACE/fRL6YycwD3I/s1600-h/P1030179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cfdmY7UG8fA/R63aGIm568I/AAAAAAAAACE/fRL6YycwD3I/s320/P1030179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165024146588560322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, being a tart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfdmY7UG8fA/R63aGYm569I/AAAAAAAAACM/9sovy0T28Z8/s1600-h/SCD40037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfdmY7UG8fA/R63aGYm569I/AAAAAAAAACM/9sovy0T28Z8/s320/SCD40037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165024150883527634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, through my wine glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfdmY7UG8fA/R63aG4m56-I/AAAAAAAAACU/HLWZf8y_NrI/s1600-h/SCD40042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfdmY7UG8fA/R63aG4m56-I/AAAAAAAAACU/HLWZf8y_NrI/s320/SCD40042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165024159473462242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d_t9oe0YWFc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d_t9oe0YWFc&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-7027954497883307430?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/7027954497883307430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=7027954497883307430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/7027954497883307430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/7027954497883307430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/02/54.html' title='#54'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfdmY7UG8fA/R63bdYm56_I/AAAAAAAAACc/40nFHNR-AfM/s72-c/P1030174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-2628550114909539490</id><published>2008-02-08T18:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-08T18:08:54.256Z</updated><title type='text'>#53</title><content type='html'>Fooormal dinner tiem. I'll try and get some pictures and put them up later. But for no, ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goes to eat haggis and drink whiskey*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-2628550114909539490?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/2628550114909539490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=2628550114909539490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/2628550114909539490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/2628550114909539490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/02/53.html' title='#53'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-2860686282831047129</id><published>2008-02-08T03:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-08T14:27:41.121Z</updated><title type='text'>#52</title><content type='html'>Oh shit. I just wasted 3 hours of my life watching the second half of GitS 2 and reading silly spoof Death Note comics on DA. Since when did it become 3am? And I asked Garvey to get me up for brekkie tomorrow. I MAY WELL DIE IN MY CEREAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free whiskey later. Mmmhm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-2860686282831047129?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/2860686282831047129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=2860686282831047129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/2860686282831047129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/2860686282831047129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/02/51_08.html' title='#52'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-1217152721503964904</id><published>2008-02-04T22:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:52:52.010Z</updated><title type='text'>#51</title><content type='html'>Where the fuck is my family? All their mobies are turned off and the house phone isn't being answered. Don't tell me they went to the cinema all as one? Madness! Madness I say! D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-1217152721503964904?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/1217152721503964904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=1217152721503964904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/1217152721503964904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/1217152721503964904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/02/51.html' title='#51'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-7094467227117341308</id><published>2008-02-04T14:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-04T14:12:50.302Z</updated><title type='text'>#50</title><content type='html'>#50 is not a happy entry. Indeed, I am wallowing over an essay that I can't seem to write. 568 words in and stuck already. 932 word left. It seems daunting beyond belief and I would rather curl into a tiny ball and sleep that carry on with this crap. I think I should take a break and come back to it, but I want to get to at least 750 words first. At least then I'm at a half-way marker or something. /cry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-7094467227117341308?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/7094467227117341308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=7094467227117341308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/7094467227117341308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/7094467227117341308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/02/50.html' title='#50'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-6429795727449783203</id><published>2008-02-03T22:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-03T22:35:32.895Z</updated><title type='text'>#49</title><content type='html'>So like, I get bored and decide to watch Elfen Lied. It startes off alright with some naked lady killing everything. Bit of a blood-fest, but whatever. I watch on a bit more to find out I don't like the character design. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone&lt;/span&gt; has huge eyes, and it really irks me. Anyway, decide to press on and I do so. Until I find that the one thing I found cool (the naked killy person) turns out to be  fucking cat-girl. No. Just no.&lt;br /&gt;Turned it off 10 minutes in. I dislike Elfen Lied. Naked cat-girls ftl. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-6429795727449783203?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/6429795727449783203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=6429795727449783203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/6429795727449783203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/6429795727449783203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/02/49.html' title='#49'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-7802127382610687438</id><published>2008-02-02T19:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-02T19:12:24.052Z</updated><title type='text'>#48</title><content type='html'>Went to see NFG and Paramore last night. NFG were, as always, awesome. It's too bad that abour 3/4 of the crowd was comprised of teeny girls who were like "NFG, lolwut?". Not many people were singing along or anything. Absoloute fail. It's an injustice to the world that NFG end up supporting Paramore.&lt;br /&gt;Paramore themselves aren't really too bad. Actually they're excellent live. The problem I have with Paramore is that a lot of their songs I really don't relate to because they're sung by a girl about boys. But ye, they were pretty good. The singer was playing keyboard and hit a wrong note, which amused me slightly. At least it proves they were playing live. Theyalso covered "Sweetness" by Jimmy Eat World so they go up in my books through that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-7802127382610687438?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/7802127382610687438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=7802127382610687438' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/7802127382610687438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/7802127382610687438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/02/48.html' title='#48'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-5118589062538993448</id><published>2008-02-01T13:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-01T13:08:35.848Z</updated><title type='text'>#47</title><content type='html'>I love my seminar leaders and lecturers sometimes. They've had some awesome quotes this week, both about the same book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seminar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This book is fucking shit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree whole-heartedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" '...it's about a young woman searching for an orgasm'. I just thought I'd stick that in there. ... Oh come on! You were all thinking it anyway!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Mangham is ossum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-5118589062538993448?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/5118589062538993448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=5118589062538993448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/5118589062538993448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/5118589062538993448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/02/47.html' title='#47'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-7427985141178322581</id><published>2008-01-31T21:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-31T21:05:46.018Z</updated><title type='text'>#46</title><content type='html'>I got this so far. It does contain Ergo Proxy spoilers, so if you're interested in the series and haven't watched it yet then I suggest you don't actually read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;The cold, grey and overcast sky slowly pulled off its blanket revealing the blue sky that was once long lost to the outside world – the real world. Thin and thick beams of dusty sunlight shone through the gaps in the greyness, like great pillars that held the blue into place and blessed the cold earth with their touch. Soon, the pillars too disappeared, and gentle warmth carefully crept across the still barren land.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Vincent Law flinched, a natural reaction that somehow still felt odd to him. He sighed, pushing the tiller of Centzon Totochtin (or more affectionately – The Rabbit) away from himself to swing the odd sail-vessel to the left. His short black hair was unkempt and ruffled by the wind and only matched the appearance of his grubby face; discoloured with dust and dirt that only his strong, green eyes managed to shine through. They scanned the horizon, bleak as ever, before resting on the cabin door as it slowly rose open.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;A woman stepped out, young and emitting vitality in a world of desolation. Perhaps that was what Vincent loved about Re-l Mayer. Well, that amongst other things. Unlike him, she was immaculate. Her hair carefully placed and set, no doubt by Pino; her blue eyes framed with a husk of blue shadow and dark eyeliner. Vincent shook his head, not wishing to believe he was entirely this shallow.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;“Still no sign?” she was blunt, as usual.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;“Nothing since Romdo. I thought if we’d followed the path we took to Mosko we’d of run into someone…” his voice trailed off. She smiled at him slightly; a rare occasion.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;“We’ll find people soon enough. I can’t imagine we’re the proverbial Adam and Eve of the new world.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Vincent managed a laugh, but his flush face betrayed his forced emotions. Him a Re-l, the last humans around? It had a fairy-tale quality to it, but little else. In truth the thought was strikingly worrying. More so in the knowledge that he was still Ergo Proxy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;This was a fact he had come to terms with. A fact that no longer worried him for reasons that any person may think such a thing &lt;i style=""&gt;would&lt;/i&gt; be worrying. He had fought his demons, taken control and defeated them on that fateful day back in Romdo. The only worry he had was that he knew it was keeping Re-l from him, and it most likely would continue to do so. He could hardly blame her, though. Human as he appeared and human as he tried to be, a Proxy is a Proxy. He was dangerous, a little elusive and perhaps even other-worldly. Just how much of this Re-l considered he didn’t know. He’d never asked, but rather had been thankful for the affection that she had been showing him despite everything. Perhaps she could overlook the fact? The tiller was pushed further away; The Rabbit suddenly veering sharply left and buckling to a halt as it hit dead-wind. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;“Vincent!” Re-l’s cry was echoed by Pino, who suddenly rushed up the stairs of the cabin to thump at Vincent’s leg. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;“Ow! Oww!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;“Was Vincent daydreaming about Re-l Re-l again?!” Pino questioned, making a face as she watched the young man redden and avert his eyes to the floor. Similarly Re-l snapped her head away, gazing out to the distant horizon. Pino giggled, and ran back inside.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;“I-I wasn’t really daydr-”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;“Let’s just get started again and find another dome. The sooner I see more life, the better.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Vincent nodded, pushing frantically at the tiller to turn the boat away from the wind. Civilization had to be somewhere nearby, but what would they do when the found it? He shook his head hard. Daydreaming again wasn’t a clever idea. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-7427985141178322581?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/7427985141178322581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=7427985141178322581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/7427985141178322581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/7427985141178322581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/01/46.html' title='#46'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-4358240912901742364</id><published>2008-01-31T20:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-31T20:21:31.043Z</updated><title type='text'>#45</title><content type='html'>I'm so bored I'm gonna start a fanfic. I might post what I've done later, if all goes well. Considering I don't know -where- to start then it probably wont be too good. Watch this space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-4358240912901742364?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/4358240912901742364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=4358240912901742364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/4358240912901742364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/4358240912901742364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/01/45.html' title='#45'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-1458561746276841062</id><published>2008-01-30T22:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-31T00:50:18.608Z</updated><title type='text'>#44</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish that I wasn't these two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lazy&lt;br /&gt;2. Undomesticated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just learnt the hard way that I can't leave my milk in the fridge for 4/5 days just because I can't be bothered to wash my cup. I have a huge tea craving now and i can't have tea. I spent ages making this cuppa, I let the teabag ferment in the mug for a while and everything. I opened the milk, poured it in, only to have a scummy layer float on the surface of my tea. I sniffed said milk and almost puked. Drank a sip to make sure and again, almost puked. So I had to throw a pint of milk and my cuppa down the sink. Then I remember that I still have that UHT milk from 4 weeks ago (no lie) in my cupboard. I opened it up and sniffed. Bad idea. Anyway, proceeded to tip that down the sink. It didn't pour so much as it did fall in blobs, and then it started to block my plughole. Thankfully water got rid of it. But now my room stinks of rotten milk, I'm tealess and I have a book to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ergo Proxy is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking fuck fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-1458561746276841062?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/1458561746276841062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=1458561746276841062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/1458561746276841062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/1458561746276841062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/01/44.html' title='#44'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-7277405046263238304</id><published>2008-01-30T18:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-30T19:20:53.246Z</updated><title type='text'>#43</title><content type='html'>So, early this morning I was feeling a little philosophical, I guess. In between the lull of sleeping that I've done today my mood hasn't really changed much; it's been pretty glum. To outline the day ths far, I woke up early (or rather, was woken up) and queued for a ticket to the Formal Dinner for over an hour. Got the last one. It was freezing, and the queue made me miss my lecture which I could have actually benefitied from for a change. The only good thing was to be in company, really.&lt;br /&gt;After that I went back to sleep, having nothing better to do. I flept untill 12 when I was woken (again) for a talk on housing, followed by lunch. My Henry V DvD came, and after lunch I wanted an hour of that and then slept till 4. Watched more Henry V and an ep. of Ergo Proxy till dinner, which pretty much leads me up to now.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I said I was feeling Philosophical. I dunno if that's strictly the right word. Every so often I think about dying and death. Usually it's nothing more than that, but on occasion, like this time, it made me realise that I still carry my irrational fear of death from when I was a kid. One of my earliest memories was sitting in bed at night, looking aroud my room. At the time it was decorated so that the walls were painted in a deep blue, making the room pitch-black at night. On the walls were scattered stars, planets and other of those sorts of things that all glowed after the light went out. As far as I know it was the first time I seriously thought about and understood the concept of death. The idea of me ceasing to exist and the world going on without me - doing all the things I enjoyed doing withiut me - sent a very specific, yet undescribable feeling through me. I know when I'm seriously thinking about my death and what happens after when I get that feeling. It's not nice. Thankfully I don't tend to dwell on it, but I find it a little amusing that the same thing that scared me then still scares me now.&lt;br /&gt;Later, as I was trying to get some sleep, Ergo Proxy and to a lesser extent Equilibrium started playing on my mind and I though about what it is to be alive in this day and age. And I came to the pretty depressing conclusion that it's all rather mundane and pointless. What it bores down to is that we are born, we slave through education for the sole purpos of getting a job. The only reason we work is to support ourselves in society which feeds off our work and gives little back when we're old and can't really appreciate it. After that, we die. Most of us having left little to no impression on the world as a whole. It's so... depressing.&lt;br /&gt;I guess this entry sounds pretty "emo" and stuff, but I'm not really all worked up about it. It's just made me feel pretty "meh" today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/signout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-7277405046263238304?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/7277405046263238304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=7277405046263238304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/7277405046263238304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/7277405046263238304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/01/43.html' title='#43'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-7421718843584686127</id><published>2008-01-30T02:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-30T03:12:38.956Z</updated><title type='text'>#42</title><content type='html'>So like, I can't sleep again. Not being able to sleep on Tuesday nights is the worst, because Wednesday is my earliest rise.&lt;br /&gt;Getting really into Ergo Proxy. It's so very, very good. Some of the episodes make me go "wtf?", which isn't necessarily a bad thing. Others are just cool and some are cute. Cute anime is win. And Lil (Re-l, Real... whatever. Stupid fucking japanese names) is made of win. Lil vs Motoko? Can't decide. Motoko would simply kick Lil's arse in a fight, but I think Lil might just have the better character design. Like I said before, I'm a sucker for heavy eye make-up. So any ladies reading (loloz, no) who may wish to seduce my dear self (lololz, no) then you know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Moo bear says happy winter-een-mas!(Shuya/Aaron) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Formal dinner..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Shōsha | Lameness. Is leaving the toilet seat up the only way you can show your manliness? says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Hell yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Shōsha | Lameness. Is leaving the toilet seat up the only way you can show your manliness? says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Where we all dress up as wizards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Moo bear says happy winter-een-mas!(Shuya/Aaron) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;You have too many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Moo bear says happy winter-een-mas!(Shuya/Aaron) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Got a wand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Shōsha | Lameness. Is leaving the toilet seat up the only way you can show your manliness?  says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;In my pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Moo bear says happy winter-een-mas!(Shuya/Aaron) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;It's like Ron's in Chamber of Secrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Shōsha | Lameness. Is leaving the toilet seat up the only way you can show your manliness? says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;... fuck you. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone picks on me. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. I was looking up sleep paralysis for the hell of it (well, since I suffer, really) and found an interesting website. &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Cope-With-Sleep-Paralysis"&gt;Check it out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bit I found most helpful was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;b&gt;Have sex often.&lt;/b&gt; Maintaining a frequent sexual relationship with your partner may help reduce the occurrence of sleep paralysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm... yeah. If only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-7421718843584686127?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/7421718843584686127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=7421718843584686127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/7421718843584686127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/7421718843584686127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/01/42.html' title='#42'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-5327935945944051103</id><published>2008-01-29T21:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-29T21:38:20.802Z</updated><title type='text'>#41</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am mario Kart DD champ too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/gloat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-5327935945944051103?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/5327935945944051103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=5327935945944051103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/5327935945944051103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/5327935945944051103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/01/41.html' title='#41'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-3913152063857194552</id><published>2008-01-29T11:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-29T11:05:29.634Z</updated><title type='text'>#40</title><content type='html'>Japanese SoaD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="302"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x1hw6o"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x1hw6o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="302" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1hw6o_maximum-the-hormone-whats-up-people_music"&gt;Maximum the Hormone - Whats up, people?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truely epic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-3913152063857194552?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/3913152063857194552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=3913152063857194552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/3913152063857194552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/3913152063857194552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/01/40_29.html' title='#40'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-4536141284174762287</id><published>2008-01-29T09:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-29T09:33:40.916Z</updated><title type='text'>#39</title><content type='html'>Essay was finished yesterday. Two more to go, then three others come week 6. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just a short update to pass the time between now and English Seminar. I finished Death Note yesterday, and it actually made me really sad. Not wanting to spoil anything, but after a certain twist I wanted Kira to win. :/&lt;br /&gt;Moved onto Ergo Proxy. It's certainly interesting so far, and the character design of &lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/484080473_e202c7998d_o.jpg"&gt;Lil Mayer&lt;/a&gt; is fucking awesome. Heavy eye make-up. *swoon*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-4536141284174762287?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/4536141284174762287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=4536141284174762287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/4536141284174762287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/4536141284174762287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/01/39.html' title='#39'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-7767920309471709916</id><published>2008-01-28T01:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-28T01:10:54.118Z</updated><title type='text'>#38</title><content type='html'>Say hello to my desktop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfdmY7UG8fA/R50qOLLcXBI/AAAAAAAAABY/bZa1ZUBMdZI/s1600-h/essaywp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfdmY7UG8fA/R50qOLLcXBI/AAAAAAAAABY/bZa1ZUBMdZI/s320/essaywp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160327171043777554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This vile monstrosaty will stay on my screen, blinding my poor eye until at least one essay is complete. It's a shame, but measures like this must be taken. Similarly my screen name is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shōsha | STOP TALKING ON MSN AND WRITE YOUR FUCKING ESSAY K THX BAI! says:&lt;br /&gt;LALALALALA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I not have the will power to sit down and do these things? I started so well, then just stopped. I am made of fail. A failcake, sprinkled with lashings of more fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-7767920309471709916?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/7767920309471709916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=7767920309471709916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/7767920309471709916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/7767920309471709916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/01/40.html' title='#38'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfdmY7UG8fA/R50qOLLcXBI/AAAAAAAAABY/bZa1ZUBMdZI/s72-c/essaywp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-8814476650866764897</id><published>2008-01-22T01:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-28T01:10:50.008Z</updated><title type='text'>#37</title><content type='html'>Dear (online) Diary,&lt;br /&gt;I appear to have what I shall term "fucked" my sleep pattern. I find myself more awake between the hours of 9pm and about 4am than I do during the daytime. In effect, I appear to have become somewhat nocturnal. This is utterly retarded, as I need to go to uni during the day. I almost missed my lecture today - it was at 12, not even an early start. This could prove to be very, very bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-8814476650866764897?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/8814476650866764897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=8814476650866764897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/8814476650866764897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/8814476650866764897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/01/38.html' title='#37'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-6481287241600463499</id><published>2008-01-21T17:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-28T01:10:46.614Z</updated><title type='text'>#36</title><content type='html'>So right, I haven't updated properly since about the end of the first term at uni. It's high time I wrote something substancial. So, why haven't I updated? Well, many reasons, really. The first being that during the holidays I seemed to find better ways to put off my work. Going to town, going to Aaron's and playing WoW on the LAN we set up pretty much covered my excess spare time. I had no reason to update as every day was so similar I may aswell have just lived one big, long same day all the way through the holidays. I got up, I washed, I played WoW/went out and THEN played WoW. I did however have two Christmas dinners on Christmas. Yummeh. &lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated since I've been back because this term I'm worrying apathetic. That's possibly the wrong term because it's not that I don't care, it's just that this term is actually scaring the shit out of me. I have three essays, all of which I looked at and shat myself. I haven't started any of them, and I don't know what to do, really. All are due in week 6. I get week 5 off from English to write them in. Good, no? Well, no. In week 5 I have a listening exam for Japanese, and written coursework also due in for week 6. So, let's say that I -do- get these essays done. What does that leave me? Well, two novels and a play to read. Also,in week 6 I get given three more essays and these three are assessed. I personally don't see th elogic in having an "essay week" for the non-assessed one and not for the ones that actually matter, but nevermind. I guess term 2 really isn't doing it for me. I find myself worrying, yet so daunted by what i'm worrying about that I just procrastinate even though I -know- I shouldn't. it's a pretty bad rut I've gotten myself into and one that I feared would happen since I came here. I really need to pull my head out of my arse but I don't have the will-power to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brb, dinnertime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right so anyway, I've completly lost my train of thought. And WoW has auto-signed me out. How can I tell? well, the character screen makes me PC lag to buggery and I'm typing faster than words are appearing on the screen. It's kind of satifying to sit back and watch what you've been typing come slowly...&lt;br /&gt;So, Talulah appears to have a boyfriend. Partially my own fault for getting her number, texting her once and then giving up on the whole idea. I fail with girls, truely. Next on the list (there isn't really a list) is some girl in hall. I don't know her name, nor have I ever spoken to her. But she's cute. Just need some balls. And to wash. My hair is dirty and looks like a pile of hay and shit on my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-6481287241600463499?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/6481287241600463499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=6481287241600463499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/6481287241600463499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/6481287241600463499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/01/37_21.html' title='#36'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-3914864784075540937</id><published>2008-01-21T04:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-28T01:10:43.139Z</updated><title type='text'>#35</title><content type='html'>Fuck you Death Note. Let me sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-3914864784075540937?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/3914864784075540937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=3914864784075540937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/3914864784075540937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/3914864784075540937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/01/37.html' title='#35'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-1725013724967560981</id><published>2008-01-16T03:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-28T01:10:39.562Z</updated><title type='text'>#34</title><content type='html'>My feelings of glee that my hunter dinged 70 and had lots of shiny epix gear dimished pretty fast this morning. Firstly, I didn't realyse I had only 19 WSG marks, and couldn't get my epic trousers. Then, I realised that the boots I can get don't match the set like I thought, and that the boots that -do- match the set are no longer in game.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I kinda like PvP on my hunter, and grinding all this was kinda fun. But I did it because the set looks cool, not because it has uber epix stats. And now my set is imcomplete and will never -be- complete. I feel like I've completly wasted my time, and I actually don't wanna play my hunter anymore at the moment. I just can't be bothered after I put so much effort into getting this stuff under the misconception that I could get a whole set. I guess it serves me right for not looking into it properly. Still, I am actually upset and I feel shit. I don't see any good reason to have taken the boots I need out of the game. Sure, there are better ones now, but can't the old ones still be around at a lower cost? Nevermind, my set it fucked and my hunter looks stupid. Yay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-1725013724967560981?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/1725013724967560981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=1725013724967560981' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/1725013724967560981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/1725013724967560981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/01/35.html' title='#34'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-2977904146968104117</id><published>2008-01-16T01:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-28T01:10:19.435Z</updated><title type='text'>#33</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes. I am Reading Uni Super Smash Bros. Melee Champion. Horray etc. To comemorate my voctory I took this photo of me kicking the arses of 2nd, 3rd and 4th as they 3 vs 1ed me on Super Suden Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfdmY7UG8fA/R41cE0306kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7_sMM8NBWHs/s1600-h/DSC00084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfdmY7UG8fA/R41cE0306kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7_sMM8NBWHs/s400/DSC00084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155878386391116354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is me winning. Versus 3 people with 15 lives each. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gloat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only this sort stuff got girls into bed. ¬.¬&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-2977904146968104117?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/2977904146968104117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=2977904146968104117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/2977904146968104117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/2977904146968104117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/01/34.html' title='#33'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfdmY7UG8fA/R41cE0306kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7_sMM8NBWHs/s72-c/DSC00084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-5173110488637408727</id><published>2008-01-09T02:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-09T02:03:32.151Z</updated><title type='text'>#32</title><content type='html'>Mad Dave is mad! I've run BRD 35-40 times tonight (I lost count) and I didn't get the drop I wanted. I got an epic (BoP, fail - sold for 3 measly gold) but not the fucking thing I wanted. Tomorrow will be full of the same sort of shit, I should imagine.&lt;br /&gt;Also, my GitS DvD was lacking something rather important, namedly the DvD/ How the fuck there was a DvD missing from a wrapped up box I have no idea, but I need to take that back tomorrow and hope they believe that it was never there and I haven't just nicked it to sell on.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should sleep nau. Sleep is lame. ;_;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-5173110488637408727?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/5173110488637408727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=5173110488637408727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/5173110488637408727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/5173110488637408727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/01/32.html' title='#32'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-2114432349448366428</id><published>2008-01-07T03:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-07T03:42:37.660Z</updated><title type='text'>#31</title><content type='html'>I wasn't going to make an update today until I saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfdmY7UG8fA/R4GfG0306jI/AAAAAAAAABI/cVOmDB04Fd8/s1600-h/ew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfdmY7UG8fA/R4GfG0306jI/AAAAAAAAABI/cVOmDB04Fd8/s400/ew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152574388309387826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to change the hue and stuff slightly so you can see clearly, but that is my sink. The horrile looking stain you can see is not blood, but in fact a green mould-like substance. Why is it there? Because apparently my hot tap has been dripping &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; slightly for the whole three weeks I was gone and that is the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was impressed at my own filth. I'll clean it tomorrow. ¬.¬&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-2114432349448366428?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/2114432349448366428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=2114432349448366428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/2114432349448366428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/2114432349448366428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2008/01/31.html' title='#31'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfdmY7UG8fA/R4GfG0306jI/AAAAAAAAABI/cVOmDB04Fd8/s72-c/ew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-2210835401441728074</id><published>2007-12-31T23:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-31T23:58:23.640Z</updated><title type='text'>#30</title><content type='html'>Happy new years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-2210835401441728074?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/2210835401441728074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=2210835401441728074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/2210835401441728074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/2210835401441728074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2007/12/30.html' title='#30'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-2142793340962058575</id><published>2007-12-26T21:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-26T21:13:28.088Z</updated><title type='text'>#29</title><content type='html'>Know what's awesome about the 2nd GiG? They gave Major a boob job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update properly one day, I promise. ¬.¬&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-2142793340962058575?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/2142793340962058575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=2142793340962058575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/2142793340962058575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/2142793340962058575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2007/12/29.html' title='#29'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-6348271988137141915</id><published>2007-12-25T12:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-25T12:32:48.860Z</updated><title type='text'>#28</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ghostintheshell.com.au/2ndgig/"&gt;OMG IT'S HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*humps Major's leg*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-6348271988137141915?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/6348271988137141915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=6348271988137141915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/6348271988137141915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/6348271988137141915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2007/12/28.html' title='#28'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-6280184568709837010</id><published>2007-12-20T21:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-20T21:28:25.529Z</updated><title type='text'>#27</title><content type='html'>I really fucking hate being ignored. And yes, this includes being ignored on WoW. I've spent pretty much all day online and people have just ignored the shit out of me. No one says "hi" when I log on, no one talks to me when I say things and when I try and RP no one responds. I tried face-to-face, in both my private channels and was always fucking ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you guys. Seriously. It's fucking rude, you cunts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-6280184568709837010?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/6280184568709837010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=6280184568709837010' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/6280184568709837010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/6280184568709837010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2007/12/27.html' title='#27'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-1830500632150047847</id><published>2007-12-20T16:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-20T16:57:06.155Z</updated><title type='text'>#26</title><content type='html'>Five days...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, just five more days.&lt;br /&gt;Five long, painful days or waiting, suffering and dying a little inside.&lt;br /&gt;Just five days untill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GHOST IN THE SHELL: SAC 2nd GIG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-1830500632150047847?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/1830500632150047847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=1830500632150047847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/1830500632150047847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/1830500632150047847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2007/12/26.html' title='#26'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-8520029269349112825</id><published>2007-12-15T13:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-15T13:59:12.148Z</updated><title type='text'>#25</title><content type='html'>I numbered it right this time.&lt;br /&gt;The Blizzard downloader can suck my cock. It was downloading at 2kb/s (and slowing my PC to buggery) so I went and got the patch from a mirror and lo and behold; 45kb/s! Still nothing as fantastic as uni (*cry*) but it beats the shit out of 2. &lt;br /&gt;So... home sweet home? Kind of. It' snice to be fed, have baths and stuff. But the technical side of things annoys me. This PC is awful, the net is awful. I find myself getting bored rather easily. Having said that I did learn some Katakana today, and read some Shakespeare. I guess boredom makes me work. &lt;br /&gt;Dad saw my GitS box-set and demanded to watch it because he thoight it was hentai. I'm not joking. He saw it was 15-rated, saw Motoko wearing not-too-much on the front and jumped to all sorts of funny conclusions. So I showed him episode 1, to which he seemed mildly amused. I'll leave you with what he had to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why isn't she wearing much?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Japanese chichi, it's Japanese. ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-8520029269349112825?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/8520029269349112825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=8520029269349112825' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/8520029269349112825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/8520029269349112825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2007/12/25_15.html' title='#25'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-4295794367820616189</id><published>2007-12-14T21:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-15T13:02:14.853Z</updated><title type='text'>#24</title><content type='html'>I'm home. This PC sucks. I'll update properly tomorrow. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the number wrong and it's taken me 20 or so minutes to edit it. Screw this PC/internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-4295794367820616189?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/4295794367820616189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=4295794367820616189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/4295794367820616189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/4295794367820616189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2007/12/25.html' title='#24'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-1361947904277208449</id><published>2007-12-13T22:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-13T22:43:48.949Z</updated><title type='text'>#23</title><content type='html'>We finished GitS. I am confident that both The Thro and Garvey-san now have mre fulfilled and meaningful lives.&lt;br /&gt;As for me after a term of uni? I feel like I've learnt fuck all. We were askied in ethics today "do you feel that your ethical views have been enhanced through this course" to which I had to answer "no". All the stuff we talked about was too linear. My views can't be holed into one way of thinking. I don't think anyone's can. To try and make a clear-cut view of ethics is futile, or at least that's what I think. All I learnt from ethics is "don't kill the Anti-Christ. God'll be pissed..." Yeah, we talked shit in our seminars.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go home tomorrow. Home means badness in many senses of the word. But nevermind, it can't be helped. It's a shame that I wont see people like The Thro, Garvey-san, Toby and Penny for a while. I'm gonna have to work on getting some of their MSNs or something.&lt;br /&gt;I might add to this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/signout&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-1361947904277208449?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/1361947904277208449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=1361947904277208449' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/1361947904277208449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/1361947904277208449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2007/12/23.html' title='#23'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-2004167443248716295</id><published>2007-12-13T01:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-13T01:12:35.595Z</updated><title type='text'>#22</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CHiB9Z8dAr8&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CHiB9Z8dAr8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-2004167443248716295?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/2004167443248716295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=2004167443248716295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/2004167443248716295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/2004167443248716295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2007/12/22.html' title='#22'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-3519547638563089126</id><published>2007-12-12T02:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-12T02:17:04.533Z</updated><title type='text'>#21</title><content type='html'>Today was like any other day, except I had formal Christmas dinner. Suffice to say it was made of awesome and win and therefore rocked my socks. Yummy, yummy turkey. We had the Warden of St. Patrick's Hall as a guest of honour - funnily enough he was met with boos and hisses. Oh how I love inter-hall rivalry. Down with St. Pats, ye scumbags! *shakes fist angrily*&lt;br /&gt;After the formal, Garvey-san, Samu, Pennypoo, Toby and I went down the ub for some mead. Mead is weird, it's essentially lovely, but after my first few sips it doesn't seem to taste as nice. Nevermind, I didn't pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;Came home pretty shattered, so I rolled into my room, checked some guff online then went to bed. However, because everyone else is a noisy fuck I never got to sleep, and it's now quarter past two and I'm still awake. Good fucking game.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have an excellent day planned. My last lecture with J.D shall be gone to, and from there on me, 'Thro, Garvey-san and I are having a GitS-a-thon so they can finish the series before term is out. Gonna be an excellent day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-3519547638563089126?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/3519547638563089126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=3519547638563089126' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/3519547638563089126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/3519547638563089126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2007/12/21.html' title='#21'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-8995879221386228833</id><published>2007-12-10T23:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-10T23:23:46.346Z</updated><title type='text'>#20</title><content type='html'>Today was quite awesome. I woke up at 10 after going to sleep at 5.30 (me so clevur)and decided that another hour and a half of sleep wouldn't hurt. I ignored the bin lady who came in at some random time I carried on my blissful sleep. Woke up again at 11.30, played the GitS theme tune really loud so all my neighbours could hear how awesome it was and plodded off to my lecture.&lt;br /&gt;Said lecture was pointless. Amusing, but pointless. It was a Theatre Workshop intended to illustrtate tht we can't chain down a text to a specific genre because it can be read and played in multipul ways. I already knew this, but watching the same scene played over and over in different versions was still amusing.&lt;br /&gt;After that I went to towm with Moo and Samu-san. Didn't do much again, except be tempted by various GitS related items like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solid_State_Society"&gt;SSC&lt;/a&gt;. I still feel poor because the loan company are twats and haven't given my my loan still. And Christmas is coming up anyway, so I shouldn't really buy myself stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Came home, dossesed on WoW and got fucked off for various reasons. I think I may respec just so that the second I log on I wont be begged to come to instances. Fact of the matter is I hate healing - I hate Paladin. I got Sora to 70 partially through boredom and partially so I could wear nice clothes. Not so I could be everyone's healbot. &lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, haven't done much since. I should probably be sleeping, but I feel like I'm just waking up. I hate my bio clock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-8995879221386228833?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/8995879221386228833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=8995879221386228833' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/8995879221386228833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/8995879221386228833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2007/12/20.html' title='#20'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-5584633967326602665</id><published>2007-12-09T23:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-09T23:59:12.483Z</updated><title type='text'>#19</title><content type='html'>Today I had a "lazy day". If it wasn't for the necessity to go out and get me some grub I'd still be in my PJs. I'm going to have to work on this eating thing - maybe I'll get a drip for the weekends. My other smart invention would be the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(13:54) Aeria Gloris | [: I need a poo but I'm too cold to move. I wish my PC chair was a toilet. &lt;br /&gt;(13:56) My mind not only: Ha ha. &lt;br /&gt;(13:56) My mind not only: I've wish the same many times =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really want a toilet/PC chair combo...&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm sitting bored shitless on WoW. It's no fun with like one friend, whom is busy. Stupid RP server, gief moar accessable RP. I guess I could go on Tyri and level a it but bleh. I'm in an RP mood, not a leveling mood. I shall just sit on these stairs and pretend to be daydreaming for no real reason. &lt;br /&gt;I think there's a cat dying outside my window. It's making some nasty sounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-5584633967326602665?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/5584633967326602665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=5584633967326602665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/5584633967326602665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/5584633967326602665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2007/12/19.html' title='#19'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-7667867912978137509</id><published>2007-12-09T15:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-09T15:54:58.550Z</updated><title type='text'>#18</title><content type='html'>Something has confused me. Namedly this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfdmY7UG8fA/R1wOuJXJzlI/AAAAAAAAABA/xyr0gkwkduQ/s1600-h/huh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfdmY7UG8fA/R1wOuJXJzlI/AAAAAAAAABA/xyr0gkwkduQ/s320/huh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142001060500065874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was obviously taken before my 18th entry, so why is it that it says I have 18 posts here? I've been hacked! Ahhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I finished the first gig of SAC. The two penultimate episodes are truley awesome. The last one was good, but confused me a bit. I think I'll have to watch it again. I can't really say much more than that because Moo has demanded that I don't spoil it for him. &lt;br /&gt;By the way, Moo! I'm here for you brother-from-another-mother! Bros before hoes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-7667867912978137509?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/7667867912978137509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=7667867912978137509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/7667867912978137509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/7667867912978137509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2007/12/18.html' title='#18'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfdmY7UG8fA/R1wOuJXJzlI/AAAAAAAAABA/xyr0gkwkduQ/s72-c/huh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-8652038547528952769</id><published>2007-12-08T17:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-08T17:36:49.460Z</updated><title type='text'>#17</title><content type='html'>Spent the night at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/10282976731213883878"&gt;Moo's&lt;/a&gt; house. He's nicknamed himself "Moo" for the odd reason that it's the "Mooloo" part of his surname. I cut a deal that I'd keep calling him "Moo" if he thought of a nickname for me. He didn't think of one, so in the end I decided that having him call me "Shōsa" would do firstly because it's awesome, secondly it reflects my interests and thirdly because not many people will know what it means. Sadly I'm too retarded to type "ō" so I have to copy-paste it in each time. It's unicode is "U+014D" but that doesn't seem to work for me. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, me and Moo spent all night alternating between GitS and Season 6 of Scrubs. I really do mean all night, from like 7 till 4 in the morning. Two scrubs for every one GitS. Was pretty damn awesome. Charlie and Graham were there (why is it not Graham and Charlie) but they cleared out when Anime got watched. Poor people do not appreciate awesome cartoons! D:&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, slept uncomfortably on the floor till 11.30, pissed around on the PC till he woke up at about 12 and then we hit the town. I saw lots of things I wanted to buy, but being so near x-mas I thought I'd better not. Mighty tempting, though. &lt;br /&gt;Since I came home I've done nowt productive. I think it'll be the story of this week. I'm probably going to skip my lecture on Monday because it's super pointless and I imagine I'll do the same for a few others. I'm not actually looking forward to the holidays. Chances are I'll be working again, and I have quite a few books to read. I'd rather just procrastinate and sleep. I don't know how that'd work with a shit PC, though. I'm gonna miss this bad boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/signout&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-8652038547528952769?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/8652038547528952769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=8652038547528952769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/8652038547528952769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/8652038547528952769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2007/12/17.html' title='#17'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-1647314550368741455</id><published>2007-12-07T15:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-07T15:55:12.221Z</updated><title type='text'>#16</title><content type='html'>Well, that was 100% hillarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you a secretary?"&lt;br /&gt;"No. I'm a student. :DDDD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is that?"&lt;br /&gt;"These are two red apples!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much are they?"&lt;br /&gt;"147" (Yes, I forgot to say the currency. ;_;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is that a PC?"&lt;br /&gt;"No... it's a CD-Player!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much does it cost?"&lt;br /&gt;"9670 Yen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would like the red apples."&lt;br /&gt;"Here you go. Thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;"Can I use a credit card?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. That's nice." (lololol - I suck at this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When is the party?"&lt;br /&gt;"Splargday" (I made up a word that ended in "day" because I couldn't remember Saturday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What time is University?"&lt;br /&gt;"It's from... 11 till... (shit, I forgot lolol)... ... EXCUSE ME! *composes self* It's from 11 until 4pm!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what happened in my speaking test. Not too shabby, but I think I buggered up with a few words, and I -know- that making up words doesn't give me marks. Oh well. It's over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-1647314550368741455?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/1647314550368741455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=1647314550368741455' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/1647314550368741455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/1647314550368741455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2007/12/16.html' title='#16'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-2012899163874393827</id><published>2007-12-07T13:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-07T13:47:08.877Z</updated><title type='text'>#15</title><content type='html'>Japanse Oral. It's an exam, not a sexual act (sadly). I'm not looking forward to it one bit. My ability to string sentences together is less than good. I'll update this after said exam, if I'm not traumatised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-2012899163874393827?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/2012899163874393827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=2012899163874393827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/2012899163874393827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/2012899163874393827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2007/12/15.html' title='#15'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-6256213257394201002</id><published>2007-12-06T22:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-06T22:38:06.224Z</updated><title type='text'>#14</title><content type='html'>WoW is full of assholes. Like the asshole who decided that instead of helping me kill an &lt;a href="http://www.wowwiki.com/Elite"&gt;elite mob&lt;/a&gt; he'd sit there and break my &lt;a href="http://www.wowwiki.com/Freezing_Trap"&gt;freezing trap&lt;/a&gt;, watch me die, knock off the 10% that remained of it's health and take the kill as his own. Or the level 70 assholes who think it's fun to capture the &lt;a href="http://www.wowwiki.com/Quest:Hellfire_Fortifications_%28Alliance%29"&gt;level 60 PvP objectives&lt;/a&gt;. Yeah; I bet you feel real good that you can kill a level 62 hunter. You must be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ace&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.wowwiki.com/PvP"&gt;PvP&lt;/a&gt;. Fucktards. For those of you who don't play wow, click my useful links to see what the hell I'm on about. &lt;br /&gt;In other news, my exam wasn't so bad. Well, some of it was amazingly easy. Other bits were very, very hard. Or so I thought. I'm not as skilled as I'd hoped I would be, which sucks. &lt;br /&gt;I haven't really done much today. Three straight hours of seminars makes me kind of braindead, so I just played WoW and watched GitS with The 'Thro and Gavey-san. Why is it that almost everyone I know has a nickname other than me? I really want one. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/signout&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-6256213257394201002?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/6256213257394201002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=6256213257394201002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/6256213257394201002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/6256213257394201002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2007/12/14.html' title='#14'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-3489195442084993378</id><published>2007-12-06T11:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-06T12:06:21.353Z</updated><title type='text'>#13</title><content type='html'>It's an omen. I'm going to fail my exam today.&lt;br /&gt;In other news I've been thinking. Yes, it hurt. Anyway, I was wondering if what I percieve what makes me, me, is the same as what other people think makes me, me. Sounds philosophical tosh, but it's really not. Let me explain:&lt;br /&gt;When I think about the things that define who I am the first two things that come to my mind are the cheap necklace that reminds me of someone I used to know, and the &lt;a href="http://www.hahoriginals.com/catalog/images/BabyID-160x128.jpg"&gt;Medi Alert Bracelet&lt;/a&gt; that I haven't taken off since the day I got it quite a few years ago. &lt;br /&gt;I can't really pin-point why I think these things are "me", but I guess it's because they're the only two things that I never take off and would not be happy to take off. I could take off my other necklace (I don't because it was an 18th gift from my nan) quite happily. Perhaps the ring I wear in the wrong finger is also another part of "me". That never comes off either.&lt;br /&gt;Problem I see here is that none of these things really define who I am. They're not personality markers. The best you can pull off by looking at these items is that I have shit taste in jewelry and that I'm allergic to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I imagine when other people define Dave they think of things like how I like gaming, how I play WoW excessivly and how I claim to be really into Japanese culture yet really know nothing about it. I guess I think of these things too, and I guess they are who I am. But they just don't spring to mind first. &lt;br /&gt;This post has been weird, and makes no sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/signout&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-3489195442084993378?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/3489195442084993378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=3489195442084993378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/3489195442084993378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/3489195442084993378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2007/12/13.html' title='#13'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-9072037423637713461</id><published>2007-12-05T22:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-05T22:16:33.444Z</updated><title type='text'>#12</title><content type='html'>Finished my picture of Mokoto. Looks better IRL, stupid scanner. Anyhoo, comments please. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfdmY7UG8fA/R1ci9ZXJzkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lDR34iZxsRc/s1600-h/mokotowoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfdmY7UG8fA/R1ci9ZXJzkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lDR34iZxsRc/s400/mokotowoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140615937842073154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-9072037423637713461?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/9072037423637713461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=9072037423637713461' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/9072037423637713461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/9072037423637713461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2007/12/12.html' title='#12'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfdmY7UG8fA/R1ci9ZXJzkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lDR34iZxsRc/s72-c/mokotowoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-9079473310279540182</id><published>2007-12-05T17:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-05T20:25:05.753Z</updated><title type='text'>#11</title><content type='html'>It has been a long, long day.&lt;br /&gt;I awoke at eight, all on my own. My alarm hadn't even gone off, I'm just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; awesome. Pissed around online for 15 minutes till I went to queue for my Formal Dinner ticket. It was cold and raining, so I wasn't best pleased.&lt;br /&gt;After I got that I headed off to my Shakespeare lecture. I cannot remember for the life of me anything she was on about. It was way too early, I was way too tired and it was just damn boring. I'm not really looking forward to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_V_%28play%29"&gt;Henry V.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there on I popped to she shops to get me a new notepad and some breakfast. headed to the library after to start learning some Katakana. I still don't really know any of them, but at least I've glanced over them and written them at least 4 times each. It's better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Values and Virtues from there on in with good &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jonathan_Dancy"&gt;ol' J.D.&lt;/a&gt; He is the best lecturer, ever. Didn't really take much of that in either, though. Something about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/W._D._Ross"&gt;W.D Ross and Prima Facie Duties&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, came home at about 12, and slept untill 1.30 (smartz) at which point I went to my japanese revision group. Only three people (myself included) showed. We revised for a good two hours straight, yet I still have no confidence in my ability.&lt;br /&gt;Came home and I've been procrastinating on WoW ever since. The 'Thro is gonna come and watch some GitS with me after food, which should be cool. If I think of anything particularly interesting to say I'll whak up another post later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/signout&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-9079473310279540182?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/9079473310279540182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=9079473310279540182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/9079473310279540182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/9079473310279540182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2007/12/11.html' title='#11'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-7339652921741201989</id><published>2007-12-05T03:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-05T03:27:44.350Z</updated><title type='text'>#10</title><content type='html'>This is not good. It's almost 3.30am and I'm having trouble sleeping. I haven't napped today, yet I'm still not tired. The annoying thing is that I have to get up at 8.15am tomorrow to buy tickets to my Christmas Formal Meal, and then I have lectures till 12 followed by a Japanese revision meet-up at 2. Sadly I'm not of the disposition to force myself to sleep. I've tried (many times since I've been here) and if I'm not tired I simply cannot go to sleep. Currently my thinking is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I can wait till 4 and then try and sleep. Apperantly sleeping in multipuls of 4 is best for the system, and I'll feel more awake by doing so.&lt;br /&gt;-I pull an all nighter, sleep between 12 and 2 and then sleep some more when I get back from revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the 4am one seems smartest, but we'll see I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I watched an episode of GitS to pass the time. I found this one paticularly amusing because of something we learnt in Japanese on Friday. See, in Japanese culture, turning down an invite with a direct "no" is considered very rude because it's so to the point. Instead you kind of have to beat around the bush (something I'm lame at, so I'm gonna struggle when i go over ._.) and give reasons. What was interesting was that Batou asked Mokoto of she wanted to go and see a film with him (Kawaii - Batou x Major is win) to which she replied something like "Sorry, if there's a film I'm interested in I make a point to see it alone". In return he said "What about the ones you're not interested in?" (he sounds desperate like me, bless him) and got the reply, "I don't see them." I just thought that was an awesome exchange... because I'm odd like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-7339652921741201989?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/7339652921741201989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=7339652921741201989' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/7339652921741201989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/7339652921741201989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2007/12/10.html' title='#10'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-5164403397229317134</id><published>2007-12-04T21:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-04T21:13:02.198Z</updated><title type='text'>#9</title><content type='html'>My test went well. I think. It wa seasy up untill the last few questions, but being true or false I have a 50% chance my guesses are right anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I had some nice RP with Mooyec earlier, probably some of the better RP I've had with Sora for a long time. It was closely followed by "Kael'thas is a traitor" and "I wish I had an Aldor tabard", at which time I thought I'd call the RP a night. Some people are just amazingly stupid and I'm fed up with having to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;I came offline and drew this picture of the Major:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfdmY7UG8fA/R1XB7ZXJzjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/m7QDGXUAQq8/s1600-h/mokotoscan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfdmY7UG8fA/R1XB7ZXJzjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/m7QDGXUAQq8/s400/mokotoscan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140227775877729842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite happy with it. The body is proportioned wrongly, especially the lower half and the pose is a bit too advanced for me. But I might colour it later anyway, just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;I watched another GitS episode and then headed over to Samu-san's to watch an episode of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Firefly_%28TV_series%29"&gt;Firefly&lt;/a&gt; with him and Gavey-san. It was Jaynestown - one of my favourite episodes. I really wish Firefly wasn't cut by Fox. Stupid assholes. It was such a good show, &lt;a href="http://www.fireflywiki.org/Firefly/CortexLexicon"&gt;gorram it!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, not much else to say. Not that I can think of anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/signout&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-5164403397229317134?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/5164403397229317134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=5164403397229317134' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/5164403397229317134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/5164403397229317134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2007/12/9.html' title='#9'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfdmY7UG8fA/R1XB7ZXJzjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/m7QDGXUAQq8/s72-c/mokotoscan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-4079602590016504652</id><published>2007-12-04T11:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-04T11:51:37.954Z</updated><title type='text'>#8</title><content type='html'>Hmm... need to waste some time between now and my Japanese exam. I know what you're thinking: "Revise!" Ha! I -have- been revising. I figured that there's nothing better than listening to the CD from my textbook to revise for a listening exam. I think listening is one of my strongest points, so I'm quite confident.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm gonna make the rest of this post in homage to &lt;a href="http://danielhg.blogspot.com/"&gt;Daniel Hoffmann-Gill&lt;/a&gt;. I stumbled across him a few years back. Well, he technically stumbled across me. He replied to one of my older blogs where I was being a stupid angsty teen and whining about a certain someone and he  gave me some pretty sound advice. At the time I must've been about 14/15 and just threw it back in his face like the twat I was. Anyway, since then I've checked his blog every so often and it was his most recent entry that inspired me to re-blog. He writes very well, methinks. So anyway, should you be randomly reading this Mr. DHG I would like you to know that I'm greateful that you tried to help me and that every time I see you in an advert I point you out to my friends. I guess you're a little famous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-4079602590016504652?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/4079602590016504652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=4079602590016504652' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/4079602590016504652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/4079602590016504652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2007/12/8.html' title='#8'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-2375608760282687497</id><published>2007-12-04T09:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-04T09:35:25.194Z</updated><title type='text'>#7</title><content type='html'>A somewhat belated reply. I did intend to make this post last night, but I fell aseep at half 7 after finishing off The Cat Returns. I woke up again at half nine, watch an episode of GitS and then went back to sleep. I think I am actually physically fatigued; I gotta learn to go to bed earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday sucked ass. Went to lunch, came back to my room and decided to try and do a bit of Japanese revision. This only made me panic as apparently I absoloutly suck at Japansese. So, I did that for a little while with Sam until the whole feeling of uselessness annoyed me too much and I gave up.&lt;br /&gt;Spent the rest of the time until dinner pissing about on WoW. I still have yet to do anything interesting on there at all. I could level Tyri but I'm not really motivated to do so. All considering I'm going home in less than two weeks I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to do anything that involves comitting to a PC. I'm going to miss &lt;a href="http://www.computerbuyer.co.uk/buyer/reviews/97795/dell-dimension-9200.html"&gt;my PC &lt;/a&gt; (that link sucks, btw. I have Quad Core D:&lt;). Compared to the piece of junk at home, this is glorious. Anyhoo, as I said, I finished The Cat Returns. It's pretty cool. A lot more fun the METROPOLIS. Just generally a nice, short, funny kids film. I would recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go to my WTK lecture. A good and a bad thing. Good because Talullah is there and bad because it's too early in the morning for me and it's freezing and I generally don't like studying &lt;a href="http://www.luminarium.org/medlit/nunspriest.htm"&gt;this text&lt;/a&gt;. Well, guess that'll all. I'll try and update this evening  again.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-2375608760282687497?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/2375608760282687497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=2375608760282687497' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/2375608760282687497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/2375608760282687497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2007/12/7.html' title='#7'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-6886474954640911522</id><published>2007-12-03T10:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-03T10:41:28.903Z</updated><title type='text'>#6</title><content type='html'>I hate necks. Whoever invented my neck needs to get spanked. I'm in fuckin' agony here! &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Whiplash_%28medicine%29"&gt;Whiplash&lt;/a&gt; is bad, kiddies. Even worse when it's self inflicted through ROCK! Sadly that wiki entry doesn't have headbanging listed as a cause of whiplash. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, more later. I gotta eat some breakie and then go to a lecture with &lt;a href="http://rdg.facebook.com/profile.php?id=505610927"&gt;Moka Bear&lt;/a&gt;. Good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-6886474954640911522?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/6886474954640911522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=6886474954640911522' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/6886474954640911522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/6886474954640911522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2007/12/6.html' title='#6'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-5082278304617808102</id><published>2007-12-02T22:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-03T01:08:36.627Z</updated><title type='text'>#5</title><content type='html'>Boredom is a strange thing. Why is it that I would rather be bored, sitting watching my pixelated WoW characters also be bored than just plain be bored? I was bored through most of today, be that on WoW or IRL. WoW is pissing me off, lately. Just can't seem to get into doing anything decent. A bi-product of leaving &lt;a href="http://www.phoenixguard.co.uk/"&gt;TPG&lt;/a&gt;? Perhaps, but I still think that decision was for the best, all considering I was ready to rip heads off (if I could do such a thing, that is). Oh yeah, Mooyec. When you read this take a look at that frontpage. It's horridly out of date.&lt;br /&gt;I watched three more episodes of Ghost in the Shell today. It's still made of pure unrefined win. I really like the look and character of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Motoko_Kusanagi"&gt;Major&lt;/a&gt; in SAC. She's excellent in the GitS movie too, but she's quite different. It's kind of like the Major in the movie is more for deep, philosophical stuff and in SAC she's more... spunky (lolololz etc). Not only that but Major in the movie scared me.&lt;a href="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd7/davo861/galleryfull010.jpg"&gt;Piercing blue eyes that don't blink is weird. &lt;/a&gt; Besides, she's just ay hotter in SAC. What's there not to like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/6184/kusanagibadonkadonkyz7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/6184/kusanagibadonkadonkyz7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, sweet pixel ass~&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I started watching &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Cat_Returns"&gt;The Cat Returns&lt;/a&gt;. Only 15 minutes worth, I thought I should save it for another day. It seems alright, but the cats standing on their hind legs and walking gave me mixed feelings of freeked out and amused. It was hillarious whent the "bouncer" cats started beating the shit out of some other cats.&lt;br /&gt;On an unrelated note, I have Japanese tests this week, and other than read and write in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hiragana"&gt;Hiragana&lt;/a&gt;, I can't actually do much. I can't read or write &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Katakana"&gt;Katakana&lt;/a&gt; yet and I'm really bad at spoken Japanese. I just cannot remember simple phrases.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it's all good because in a 5 minute match of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Super_Smash_Bros._Melee"&gt;SSB:M&lt;/a&gt;, Sam only managed to kill me once. That being said, he's sociable and gets laid. &lt;a href="http://www.myteespot.com/Girls-Like-Guys-With-Skills-Nintendo-T-Shirt-p-6381.html"&gt;My T-shirt&lt;/a&gt; is a lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-5082278304617808102?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/5082278304617808102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=5082278304617808102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/5082278304617808102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/5082278304617808102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2007/12/5.html' title='#5'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-6498671640865712987</id><published>2007-12-02T16:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-02T16:52:24.503Z</updated><title type='text'>#4</title><content type='html'>Update 2:&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; miss lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-6498671640865712987?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/6498671640865712987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=6498671640865712987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/6498671640865712987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/6498671640865712987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2007/12/4.html' title='#4'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-3444068894402945041</id><published>2007-12-02T12:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:12:55.711Z</updated><title type='text'>#3</title><content type='html'>Update:&lt;br /&gt;I was correct. My neck hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-3444068894402945041?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/3444068894402945041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=3444068894402945041' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/3444068894402945041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/3444068894402945041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2007/12/3.html' title='#3'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-7085120839100533520</id><published>2007-12-02T02:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-02T03:44:43.357Z</updated><title type='text'>#2</title><content type='html'>It is official. I am &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; only person in the world who isn't getting laid. Yes; that's correct. Even the small childen, strictly religious folk and old, old people are getting or have been laid. Where poor little me is not! Yes, woe is me for being a complete socially retarded geek. I demand you all give me cookies, a remady for WoW addiction and a years free trial in RL (if I dun like it I can leik leave, kk?). &lt;br /&gt;But seriously. I need a girl. Not necessarily to get laid, despite my apparent desperation it's not overly high on my agenda. Just &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;having&lt;/span&gt; a girl is, though. &lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless! I am happy because the first two eps of my GitS:SAC are made of awesomesauce. &lt;br /&gt;What else did I do? Oh, yeh. Went to The Turks (no, sadly not named after Reno and Rude ;_;) with Sam, Toby, Penny and Gavey-san. There was a shit band on first, I can't remember what they were called... *searches google* Ah! Yes! How could I forget the &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=123853361"&gt;Pirates of Metal&lt;/a&gt;?! And yes, I know what you're thinking; that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a song called "Wankmonster" and it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; shit. Just like the rest of the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;After them came &lt;a href="http://www.historyofheavymetal.co.uk/"&gt;History of Heavy Metal&lt;/a&gt; who were actually awesome. I tried to headbang, but it's not really fun with reasonably short hair. I think only Sam's is shorter than mine, and that's only by a little bit. My neck will hurt tomorrow, and my ears still ring but it was worth it. &lt;br /&gt;On the note of social retardedness I choose to come home instead of going to &lt;a href="http://www.thefacebar.com/"&gt;The Face Bar&lt;/a&gt;. This was for three reasons: &lt;br /&gt;1. I was rather bored after my time in The Turks&lt;br /&gt;2. I spent &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghost_in_the_Shell:_Stand_Alone_Complex"&gt;£52 on my GitS guff&lt;/a&gt; and didn't feel like spending anymore money. Yes, entry is one whole pound. &lt;br /&gt;3. I had GitS to watch. And WoW to play. And the rest of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metropolis_%28anime%29"&gt;METROPOLIS&lt;/a&gt; to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure if I like METROPOLIS or not. It's a good film, but the animation is childlike (well, it is for kids) and the story is quite slow. Not enough going on for me. I'd recommend taking a peek if you ever get bored.&lt;br /&gt;It's now 3am and I'm still not tired. I knew that I should have just used two spoonfulls of coffee instead of thinking "that looks like two spoonfulls" and tipping  the rest of the jar in. I'll regret it tomorrow when I miss Sunday lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. cba to correct typos. Who the fuck reads this anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-7085120839100533520?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/7085120839100533520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=7085120839100533520' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/7085120839100533520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/7085120839100533520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2007/12/2.html' title='#2'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799742422479666275.post-8899838623463865611</id><published>2007-12-01T19:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-02T02:25:04.971Z</updated><title type='text'>#1</title><content type='html'>Today I spent a lot of money on Animé. I bought both box-sets of &lt;a href="http://www.ghostintheshell.tv"&gt;Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex.&lt;/a&gt; A whole 52 episodes of pure win. Box 1 is going to have to last me till Christmas since Box 2 is technically a Christmas pressie.&lt;br /&gt;The Ghost in the Shell movies seem to have really hit on me. I didn't think I'd like them, but both are great and deal with the kind of philosophy I really don't grasp, but still like because it makes me think lots. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y3tF7TL0Qh4"&gt; It's easy to see where the Matrix draws from GitS.&lt;/a&gt; (apparently the link with the scene-by-sceen comparison doesn't work anymore, so that vid will have to do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, out of things to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799742422479666275-8899838623463865611?l=idle-fantasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/feeds/8899838623463865611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3799742422479666275&amp;postID=8899838623463865611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/8899838623463865611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3799742422479666275/posts/default/8899838623463865611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idle-fantasia.blogspot.com/2007/12/1.html' title='#1'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
