<?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-20998515</id><updated>2011-11-19T22:29:13.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guttural Roar</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gutturalroar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20998515/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutturalroar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536211161352339149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fVJW3co4lFU/R7E4Pn3OCbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ljYbvd2rLc8/S220/char-06+mog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20998515.post-8549079087882093457</id><published>2008-04-09T21:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T21:39:59.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ronbun</title><content type='html'>I love my advisor.  He's always incredibly accessible and more than willing to go out of his way to be helpful.  Needless to say, I take as many of his classes as I can.  He just gave back our proposal for our final papers, and I love him a little more now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this isn't the usual 10-15 page final paper.  25-30 or more.  Yeah, that's a lot of pages.  But, this class is also supposed to help you get ready to write a thesis and things.  His comments were great.  He gave me some ideas for different ways to approach my topic.  To look at it chronologically and all kinds of stuff.  Plus, he supplemented my bibliography with some of his own books he offered to lend me.  And he told me that we'd look into Japanese sources, because I don't think I could read them easily on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, he ends it by saying, try x, x, and y and then we'll see where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would marry him if he weren't already married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does, however, really make me think writing a thesis next year might not be a bad idea.  I'm definately writing one for Literary Arts, but that actually just means you write a book, so the East Asian Studies one would be like a serious research paper.  And if I do both, I'd graduate 'With Honors' in both of my majors.  From Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That might be worth the effort...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20998515-8549079087882093457?l=gutturalroar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gutturalroar.blogspot.com/feeds/8549079087882093457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20998515&amp;postID=8549079087882093457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20998515/posts/default/8549079087882093457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20998515/posts/default/8549079087882093457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutturalroar.blogspot.com/2008/04/ronbun.html' title='Ronbun'/><author><name>Mog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536211161352339149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fVJW3co4lFU/R7E4Pn3OCbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ljYbvd2rLc8/S220/char-06+mog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20998515.post-2724745317985712023</id><published>2008-04-08T23:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T23:22:54.831-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin'</title><content type='html'>I just met one of the kids who will live upstairs next year and hung out with him and the other guy who will live with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.  They're both funny and dorky and really interesting.  Plus, Eli, the one who will be upstairs, is also a Lit Arts major!!  Although he does more poetry then anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited.  Plus, after this paper/seminar tomorrow, I'm more or less done for the week!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20998515-2724745317985712023?l=gutturalroar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gutturalroar.blogspot.com/feeds/2724745317985712023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20998515&amp;postID=2724745317985712023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20998515/posts/default/2724745317985712023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20998515/posts/default/2724745317985712023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutturalroar.blogspot.com/2008/04/rockin.html' title='Rockin&apos;'/><author><name>Mog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536211161352339149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fVJW3co4lFU/R7E4Pn3OCbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ljYbvd2rLc8/S220/char-06+mog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20998515.post-8350971999228216562</id><published>2008-03-30T07:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T07:15:13.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tobe</title><content type='html'>I'm exhausted.  It's about 6 am, and I'm just now starting a paper.  Yeah, I know, I have a paper due the f-ing monday after spring break.  Apparantly if we turn it in early (though what that means is up in the air), then we can have all of next week to edit it and resubmit it.  Yay?  What?  Now am I supposed to be all like, you're the coolest professor ever you huge douche lick suck bag?  Just make the fucking paper due on friday then jerkass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it's on the Scarlet Letter and Poe.  Ms. Allen flashback anyone?  Or Frankenstein, which I'm going to write about, but we have to compare the two we choose.  So, if anyone would like to explain how the guilt felt by Dr. Frankenstein (he made a monster who slowly kills all of his family) is the same as that felt by that detective guy from the Murders in the Rue Morgue?  Seriously??  He didn't even do anything.  It was a goddamn monkey.  Orangutan.  Is that how you spell that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, why don't I have an awesome Jew fro?  Curly hair would be fun.  At least it would be interesting.  But no, I get none of the good Jew genes, save biting cynicism and mild lactose intolerance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all of my posts should be really late at night or when I'm mildly sick (as in all of spring break).  Because they're just quirky and weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, no good skate shops anywhere near Manhattan.  Trust me kids, I'm trying.  I know, can you imagine?  Me, on a skate board.  Rocking.  If only I had cool Jew fro going on too.  Lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20998515-8350971999228216562?l=gutturalroar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gutturalroar.blogspot.com/feeds/8350971999228216562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20998515&amp;postID=8350971999228216562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20998515/posts/default/8350971999228216562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20998515/posts/default/8350971999228216562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutturalroar.blogspot.com/2008/03/tobe.html' title='Tobe'/><author><name>Mog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536211161352339149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fVJW3co4lFU/R7E4Pn3OCbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ljYbvd2rLc8/S220/char-06+mog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20998515.post-5608980798547561216</id><published>2008-03-23T03:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T04:05:36.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Age Appropriate</title><content type='html'>Is 21 too old to learn new things?  I mean, not like 'Hey, I should learn to retile the kitchen' but like, I dunno.  Are there still a lot of options?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought I would enjoy skateboarding.  I know, right?  And trust me, I really don't mean like the jumps and all that bull.  Just like, going down the street.  I dunno, I'd try it.  There's a lot of things I wish I could try.  Maybe we should all endeavor to do something a little new at some point.  I just wish I knew where to begin.  You know?&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to change.  It's difficult to alter these fundamental things.  I wish I was more outgoing, more brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, 21 is still young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's hope for us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20998515-5608980798547561216?l=gutturalroar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gutturalroar.blogspot.com/feeds/5608980798547561216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20998515&amp;postID=5608980798547561216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20998515/posts/default/5608980798547561216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20998515/posts/default/5608980798547561216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutturalroar.blogspot.com/2008/03/age-appropriate.html' title='Age Appropriate'/><author><name>Mog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536211161352339149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fVJW3co4lFU/R7E4Pn3OCbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ljYbvd2rLc8/S220/char-06+mog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20998515.post-3612490568384491463</id><published>2008-03-15T17:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T17:43:38.651-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuzzy Fuse</title><content type='html'>So, I've been reading all day (After watching Power Rangers of course) and I still feel like I've accomplished nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I'm off to the shower then possibly food to return and do some laundry and more reading in this book that is SO weird and roundabout and hard to understand. Best writer in Romania my ass!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Fuze are like the weirdest drinks ever. They're supposed to be all juice and stuff, but they're mostly clear and have the texture/consistency of water... This one, blueberry raspberry, is WAY too sweet/sour. It's like way too much flavor. Or something. Plus, seriously, Fuze? Is it like Fuse? Or Fuzzy? Either way.... creepy name!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20998515-3612490568384491463?l=gutturalroar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gutturalroar.blogspot.com/feeds/3612490568384491463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20998515&amp;postID=3612490568384491463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20998515/posts/default/3612490568384491463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20998515/posts/default/3612490568384491463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutturalroar.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-ive-been-reading-all-day-after.html' title='Fuzzy Fuse'/><author><name>Mog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536211161352339149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fVJW3co4lFU/R7E4Pn3OCbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ljYbvd2rLc8/S220/char-06+mog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20998515.post-6610904416904260939</id><published>2008-03-12T04:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T04:05:17.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Art</title><content type='html'>I just spent a large number of hours, about 5-6, talking with a boy about Japan and watching him paint.  It was nice.  We didn't even do the number exchange or facebook or anything, so who knows if I'll ever even talk to him again!  But either way, it was nice.  Except I got NONE of my work done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow I have to wake up early and try and finish skimming a book and getting ready for class.  Whoops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what.  I fucking needed that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to know there are sane, decent guys who actually think I'm kind of interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20998515-6610904416904260939?l=gutturalroar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gutturalroar.blogspot.com/feeds/6610904416904260939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20998515&amp;postID=6610904416904260939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20998515/posts/default/6610904416904260939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20998515/posts/default/6610904416904260939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutturalroar.blogspot.com/2008/03/art.html' title='Art'/><author><name>Mog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536211161352339149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fVJW3co4lFU/R7E4Pn3OCbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ljYbvd2rLc8/S220/char-06+mog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20998515.post-1294465076639571797</id><published>2008-03-03T01:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T01:25:09.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yokudekimashita</title><content type='html'>Holy crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wrote a short story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, a WHOLE short story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entirely in Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I had to have a dictionary in my lap to look up all the words I don't know, and yeah, the plot isn't too complex nor is the language but... that's kind of cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I haven't been wasting my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20998515-1294465076639571797?l=gutturalroar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gutturalroar.blogspot.com/feeds/1294465076639571797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20998515&amp;postID=1294465076639571797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20998515/posts/default/1294465076639571797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20998515/posts/default/1294465076639571797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutturalroar.blogspot.com/2008/03/yokudekimashita.html' title='Yokudekimashita'/><author><name>Mog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536211161352339149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fVJW3co4lFU/R7E4Pn3OCbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ljYbvd2rLc8/S220/char-06+mog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20998515.post-5259625351124131518</id><published>2008-02-29T04:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T04:15:05.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is 4:12 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a paper due in just about 12 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have barely half a page of a 5-7 page paper written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, oh why, can I NOT just get it done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid 19th century British literature.  Jerks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've checked e-mail, facebook, every blog of every person I know, wikipedia (for hours), and debated back and forth and back again on what to spend some Amazon money I have on, and cleaned my room as thoroughly as possible without a vacuum cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet... barely any paper written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm beginning to growl occasionally in my real life.  That's probably not so good.  When guttural sounds take over generalized human speech.  Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm off to do a million things that aren't my 1/3-of-my-grade-paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20998515-5259625351124131518?l=gutturalroar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gutturalroar.blogspot.com/feeds/5259625351124131518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20998515&amp;postID=5259625351124131518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20998515/posts/default/5259625351124131518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20998515/posts/default/5259625351124131518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutturalroar.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-is-412-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Mog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536211161352339149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fVJW3co4lFU/R7E4Pn3OCbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ljYbvd2rLc8/S220/char-06+mog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20998515.post-8766513480441699610</id><published>2008-02-27T23:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T23:48:17.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my beloved, oft neglected blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very good long weekend, and I'll tell all about it at some point.  But not tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to check in and let you know I'm not dead Blog.  Don't worry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20998515-8766513480441699610?l=gutturalroar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gutturalroar.blogspot.com/feeds/8766513480441699610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20998515&amp;postID=8766513480441699610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20998515/posts/default/8766513480441699610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20998515/posts/default/8766513480441699610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutturalroar.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-my-beloved-oft-neglected-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Mog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536211161352339149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fVJW3co4lFU/R7E4Pn3OCbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ljYbvd2rLc8/S220/char-06+mog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20998515.post-976487869945175683</id><published>2008-02-14T21:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T22:04:45.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Itaiiiiiii</title><content type='html'>I have a headache. Like, the headache to end all headaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not content at all. It kind of sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Japanese test tomorrow. I'm not ready for it and I don't want to take it. Though, Tajima has been infinitely better lately. He teaches my smaller section and this semester, he's been WAY more relaxed and is really ready to joke and laugh at/with us. It's kind of fun. I still hate tue/thurs though, because all the people I don't like in the class are back. And by all, I mean one guy. &lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt; guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm conflicted with a boy issue as well, but then again, when am I not? It just sucks because it's one of those things that is totally out of my control. I have no ability to make it happen or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the Brown clubs is going to an archery range on March 1st, and I had really hoped one of my friends would go with me, because he seems like the kind of guy who would really get a kick out of it, it would be a cool time to hang out, and every once in a while I do like to show that I'm actually decent at something (even if that something is hitting a stationary target only meters away) but.... as always... no luck for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really suck at this. And by this, I mean most things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Errrrrka, yeah, if I could get rid of the ED commercials too, I would. I really don't care if someone's granpappy can't get it up. That's between him, his wife, his mistress, and his urologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Currently Playing: Children of Dune, Part 1: Dune Messiah-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20998515-976487869945175683?l=gutturalroar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gutturalroar.blogspot.com/feeds/976487869945175683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20998515&amp;postID=976487869945175683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20998515/posts/default/976487869945175683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20998515/posts/default/976487869945175683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutturalroar.blogspot.com/2008/02/itaiiiiiii.html' title='Itaiiiiiii'/><author><name>Mog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536211161352339149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fVJW3co4lFU/R7E4Pn3OCbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ljYbvd2rLc8/S220/char-06+mog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20998515.post-1641534986986979289</id><published>2008-02-14T01:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T01:52:32.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ladies, can we keep commercials about "that itch you can't scratch" "embarrassing odor" and "vagisil" off of my tv set??  because it would be much appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20998515-1641534986986979289?l=gutturalroar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gutturalroar.blogspot.com/feeds/1641534986986979289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20998515&amp;postID=1641534986986979289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20998515/posts/default/1641534986986979289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20998515/posts/default/1641534986986979289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutturalroar.blogspot.com/2008/02/ladies-can-we-keep-commercials-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Mog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536211161352339149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fVJW3co4lFU/R7E4Pn3OCbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ljYbvd2rLc8/S220/char-06+mog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20998515.post-2611756220106788065</id><published>2008-02-11T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:19:45.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fVJW3co4lFU/R7EUr33OCZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/g06wWJ_BN4E/s1600-h/april9-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165932991533156754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fVJW3co4lFU/R7EUr33OCZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/g06wWJ_BN4E/s320/april9-16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have rediscovered my first, true love. Bryan Singer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, he's the cutest thing ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, X2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just say, if there's a path I'd like to follow, being a gay Jew from Jersey... There have been worse examples!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus he's SO CUTE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20998515-2611756220106788065?l=gutturalroar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gutturalroar.blogspot.com/feeds/2611756220106788065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20998515&amp;postID=2611756220106788065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20998515/posts/default/2611756220106788065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20998515/posts/default/2611756220106788065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutturalroar.blogspot.com/2008/02/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>Mog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536211161352339149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fVJW3co4lFU/R7E4Pn3OCbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ljYbvd2rLc8/S220/char-06+mog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fVJW3co4lFU/R7EUr33OCZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/g06wWJ_BN4E/s72-c/april9-16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20998515.post-1737563898175512155</id><published>2008-02-07T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T22:27:52.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ouch. I think I just got blown off by said lunch date boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Que sera and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go play some more DEVIL MAY CRY 4!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Currently Playing: Devil May Cry 4-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20998515-1737563898175512155?l=gutturalroar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gutturalroar.blogspot.com/feeds/1737563898175512155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20998515&amp;postID=1737563898175512155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20998515/posts/default/1737563898175512155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20998515/posts/default/1737563898175512155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutturalroar.blogspot.com/2008/02/ouch.html' title=''/><author><name>Mog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536211161352339149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fVJW3co4lFU/R7E4Pn3OCbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ljYbvd2rLc8/S220/char-06+mog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20998515.post-6940638056541769141</id><published>2008-02-04T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:31:43.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kurushimi</title><content type='html'>Ugh I am so not ready for this Japanese test.  I've actually been studying for days too.  I just can't seem to memorize the 300 odd kanji I need to.  Half of them are homophones and there are also a ton of synonyms.  Goddamn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even started reading this massive book I have to for wed either.  Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my summer plans all set in my head already but... now I'm sort of doubting that I'll actually get into the program I want to, so it's kind of like, what's the point?  I just don't think I have what it takes to cut it.  Which kind of sucks because I was doing it to see if it was something I could do as a career.  Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously must have been some kind of genocidal freak in a previous life because I have the worst karma/luck ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Currently Playing - Sixth of June - It Dies Today -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20998515-6940638056541769141?l=gutturalroar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gutturalroar.blogspot.com/feeds/6940638056541769141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20998515&amp;postID=6940638056541769141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20998515/posts/default/6940638056541769141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20998515/posts/default/6940638056541769141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutturalroar.blogspot.com/2008/02/kurushimi.html' title='Kurushimi'/><author><name>Mog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536211161352339149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fVJW3co4lFU/R7E4Pn3OCbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ljYbvd2rLc8/S220/char-06+mog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20998515.post-2738480355905427574</id><published>2008-02-03T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T22:39:24.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flip Cards</title><content type='html'>My weekend was very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I was up until almost 6am.  Why?  No reason.  I just was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I got up at about 10 to get ready for lunch at noon.  Lunch with a boy.  It was fun, though the place was empty and we were occasionally loud about things like his friend's porn collection or me getting a mysterious rash from a drunk girl at PJ's.  Then we watched a movie.  We have rediculously similar tastes in movies.  B, camp, and horror.  Excellent.  There was hand holding, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then saturday night, I get a phone call from my friend asking if I want to participate in a dance party in List Art Center.  It was great.  Just a small group of people in an empty class room blaring Ayumi Hamasaki and Hairspray and Fergie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, no sleep coupled with hours and hours of dancing left me exhausted.  I came back to the room, took a hot shower, and crashed.  For like 13 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm making flip cards for my Japanese shiken on tuesday.  There are hundreds and hundreds of vocab words.... Oy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lated I have to read a litle Borges and finish my one page assignment for fiction writing.  All in all, not a bad weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20998515-2738480355905427574?l=gutturalroar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gutturalroar.blogspot.com/feeds/2738480355905427574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20998515&amp;postID=2738480355905427574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20998515/posts/default/2738480355905427574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20998515/posts/default/2738480355905427574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutturalroar.blogspot.com/2008/02/flip-cards.html' title='Flip Cards'/><author><name>Mog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536211161352339149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fVJW3co4lFU/R7E4Pn3OCbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ljYbvd2rLc8/S220/char-06+mog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20998515.post-2244289329312330425</id><published>2008-01-30T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T23:33:17.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Natsukashii</title><content type='html'>Huh.  Times are a changin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my winter break in a bullet point list, for efficiency!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sleeping&lt;br /&gt;-eating&lt;br /&gt;-reading&lt;br /&gt;-doodling&lt;br /&gt;-sister issues (that i think are fixed)&lt;br /&gt;-christmas&lt;br /&gt;-video games&lt;br /&gt;-music&lt;br /&gt;-driving (oh to have a car again!)&lt;br /&gt;-boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came back to school.  In just about a week I've already lost the will to keep fighting.  Oh good god I couldn't hate school any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were boy issues.  Like, at first I thought it was my issues, but apparantly not.  He's a little damaged.  And, there's nothing I can do about that.  I just have to let it go and offer to be there if he needs anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember high school?  Getting all pissed about who was taking who to sub-deb?  I don't miss that shit for a single goddamn second.  But lunch in the debate room...  That's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Currently Playing- Hamasaki Ayumi - Humming 7/4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20998515-2244289329312330425?l=gutturalroar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gutturalroar.blogspot.com/feeds/2244289329312330425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20998515&amp;postID=2244289329312330425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20998515/posts/default/2244289329312330425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20998515/posts/default/2244289329312330425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gutturalroar.blogspot.com/2008/01/natsukashii.html' title='Natsukashii'/><author><name>Mog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536211161352339149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fVJW3co4lFU/R7E4Pn3OCbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ljYbvd2rLc8/S220/char-06+mog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
