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  <pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 18:12:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>To-Do List B</title>
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  <description>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO DO:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Teach class that sharp objects are NOT thrown in the classroom&lt;br /&gt;2. Tell Haya I love him&lt;br /&gt;3. Grocery shopping&lt;br /&gt;4. Grading&lt;br /&gt;5. PROVE to Haya I love him&lt;br /&gt;6. Annoy Haya&lt;br /&gt;7. Annoy Nai-chan&lt;br /&gt;8. FOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 18:11:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>To-Do List</title>
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  <description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TO&amp;nbsp;DO:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Make copies of T-7C forms. We&apos;re running low.&lt;br /&gt;2. INVENTORY&lt;br /&gt;3. Take Yuki-kun to pick up Obi from the Inuzuka&apos;s clinic&lt;br /&gt;4. Feed Ibiki&lt;br /&gt;5. Sex Ibiki&lt;br /&gt;6. Paperwork&lt;br /&gt;7. Check Mission Schedule, request mission&lt;br /&gt;8. Sex Ibiki&lt;br /&gt;9. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That seems like a good plan.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2009 05:34:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Rawr.</title>
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  <description>Haya, I love you. Just thought I would tell you. I love you. Also, we are definitely need to go shopping for food soon. All we have left is wilty salad, and a package of cup ramen. Also some milk, but I&apos;m not drinking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just letting you know.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 03:00:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>001.</title>
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  <description>Food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast: 1 oz chicken, 1 cup coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid Morning: 1 cup coffee, 1 mini reese&apos;s cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch:&amp;nbsp;1 small chicken-thigh, salad, 1/2 can of diet sprite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack: 2 nacho cheese chalupas, i cup coffee &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: Tendergrill salad (half) with 1/2 packet lite italian dressing, NO&amp;nbsp;CROUTONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) 50 oz. bottles of water&lt;br /&gt;(2) 16 oz bottles of water&lt;br /&gt;132 oz. water&lt;br /&gt;Excercise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4 mile on track (jogging)&lt;br /&gt;15 driveway sprints (100 feet each)&lt;br /&gt;100 crunches&lt;br /&gt;15 Push ups&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes jump rope&lt;br /&gt;Stretching</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 18 Oct 2008 23:50:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Letter to Ibiki</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I&apos;m home. When do you want me back at the office?</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 18 Oct 2008 05:01:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>HOME!</title>
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  <description>Sweet Jesus, I&apos;m home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god. I miss my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I miss those kids... :\</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 16 Oct 2008 16:43:05 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Iwa Mission: Day 10</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We&apos;re on our way home now. We spent an extra couple days helping out, and we&apos;re maybe a day or two away from the gates now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with me? I spent half my time there bitching about the work, while the people who were &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; suffering were working hard and not complaining. Am I really that fucking selfish? Is my life really that unimportant to me that I have absolutely no value for the good fortune I have had so far in my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, what do the people back home think of me? I mean, if this week has shown me nothing, it has shown me that I am a selfish, ignorant little &lt;i&gt;bitch&lt;/i&gt;. Is that what people see when they look at me? Is that what Ibiki-sama sees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I hate myself.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 14 Oct 2008 06:11:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Iwa Mission: Day 6</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, I think, was the most productive day since I arrived in Iwa. I took off my morning shift (with permission, once I explained why I was doing it), and went straight to the school to help the girls out. Matsura and I looked after the kids, feeding them breakfast and taking them to play in the yard outside while Susume and Haruko talked to volunteers and people who were bringing donations of things to help us take care of the kids. Takya found another group of girls to play with, and Shibuhi clung to my leg like no one&apos;s business. It was rather cute. And Kaigo actually behaved today. I was suprised, sinec he usually causes me nothing but trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around lunch time (mmm, sticky rice!), Susume came back with a list of people who could spend time helping with the kids, and the times they were free, and I quickly got to work on writing up a basic schedule. Susume and Matsura got the most time out of anyone, since both of them had siblings in the group of kids, and I made sure that at least 2 people were scheduled at a time. Then, we took an actual record of the kids, like their names, ages, physical descriptions, and such, for when the kids could be put up for adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haruko had a brilliant idea, and in an hour, there were even more kids playing in the yard. Even though money is tight for everyone right now, in exchange for a donation, the girls are going to let people drop their kids off while they rebuild/work/whatever, like a day care. A brilliant idea, if I must say. So, then I changed the schedule to three people at a time, to handle all the extra children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once all that was done, I headed to the hospital and got more work done there. I spent my dinner break talking with Kaina. She&apos;s going to be released in a day or two, and then she plans to go help with the rebuilding and the Daycare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Thank you,&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;She said. I told her it wasn&apos;t that big of a deal, that anyone would have done it in my position. &amp;quot;No,&amp;quot; She said. &amp;quot;Not anyone would have. I have to admit, that you seemed reluctant to look after my children, but you did it anyway. And not only that, you helped find a place for the other children, the ones who &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;need it.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like Kaina amaze me. They can look past the horror of their situation to see the bright side. I know that, were I in Kaina&apos;s place and she in mine, I&apos;d probably sit and bitch about it, getting nothing done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I am a terrible person, aren&apos;t I?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 14 Oct 2008 05:46:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Message to IC!Ibiki</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;M.I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stay has been extended due to understaffing. Back Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.A.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 13 Oct 2008 18:34:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Iwa Mission: Day 5</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was just as long as the day before. The nurses continued to avoid me like the plague, the kids followed me around and got in my way, and I did my best to not choke anyone. Takya and Shibuhi helped me pass out food (Takya dropped Mr. Rin&apos;s tray, and he looked like he was about to yell, and Takya bawled hysterically. How come when children cry, they get out of trouble? Had I dropped that tray, he would have hit me with his cane...), and Kaito stayed with his mother today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I took the kids to play with the others that Susume and the girls were watching. They&apos;d set up a few&amp;nbsp; tents last night, and by a few, I mean, a few. But the kids, for the most part (and ignoring the fact that they&apos;d just lost their families and everything they own), look cheerful, and were excited to see Takya and Shibuhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haruko and I spent a majority of my break trying to pick a better location to house everyone. She rode on my back and I ran/jumped, because it was going to be much faster than walking. In the end, we narrowed it down to three buildings. The village leader&apos;s office, the store we cleaned out for its supplies, and the school. We decided to take a look at them all after dinner, and go from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids managed to get me to let them stay with the others, and I went back to the hospital. I was sooo tired by this point, and I snagged a cup of coffee as immediately as possible. I slugged through my shift and hurried back to Susume, Haruko, and Matsura-chan. We each took a group of kids and went to explore the three buildings we&apos;d picked. I took the academy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bit disheveled from the earthquake, and there was a mess of papers everywhere, but the building was sturdy, and it didn&apos;t appear to be in any danger of falling in. Satisfied, I took the kids to the other spots to meet with Susume and the others. Matsura and her team were just crawling out of the leader&apos;s office when one of the beams inside collapsed. It was a close call, and luckily nobody got hurt. That settled it that we were moving the kids to the Academy as soon as it was clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haruko gathered up volunteers, and we managed to shove all the desks , chairs, and anything unneeded out the doors and windows.&amp;nbsp; Susume was smart enough to sweep the floor up before we starting putting down the bedding for the kids, who were falling on their faces left and right. After tucking everyone in, we found another room to relax in, and Susume made tea. We decided to find a few more people, and work out a schedrule on who was watching the children when, so that everyone could help around the village and get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I need to sleep. I&apos;ve been so exhausted the last two days, and I really haven&apos;t done anything worth noting. Hopefully I can catch a few hours before its time for my shift at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 17:04:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Iwa Mission: Day 4 Part 2</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;God, Kaito is an evil little bastard. When I asked if he could help Takya-chan in the bathroom while I checked on a patient for Sumako-san, the head nurse (the one who talks to me), he dunked her in the damn river and then stranded her on a rock in the middle of it. I only found out because Shibuhi told me. I ended up dropping someone&apos;s lunch tray (and forfeiting my own in the process), and ran to the river. Poor thing was scared out of her mind. Almost fell in when I came for her. Bringing her back, she screamed and cried the entire way, and when I tracked Kaito down, I tied him up and let him hang from a tree, just like Tousan used to do to Aniki and I when we did stupid things. Takya-chan thought it was hysterical, and Shibuhi begged me to let his brother down, so I cut the little brat down after an hour or so. God, he looked like he wanted to kill me. But at least he shut up and behaved the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that disaster, I took the kids to visit their mother, and Kaito pouted in the corner the entire time while Takya told her mother about her rescue from the river. They way she made it sound, there might as well have been a thousand alligators in the river attempting to chomp us to bits. I think she said I could fly and shoot fire out of my eyes as well. Who the hell was I to correct her, and Kaina and I passed knowing looks back and forth over Takya and Shibuha&apos;s shoulders. Children love to exaggerate, so when Kaito told his story about being hung from the tree for an hour, Kaina didn&apos;t really believe him. I felt bad. I mean, I&apos;m supposed to be caring for these kids, and I fucking tied a little boy up and let him dangle from a tree while I worked. What the hell is wrong with me? I could have just as easily let the little bastard sit in a chair all day while I let Takya and Shibuha play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I took my dinner break, I left the kids with their mom for a bit and went to explore the village. I ran into a group of girls my age, who were looking after a bunch of little ones. Susume, Haruko, and Matsura. They had about ten-fifteen kids with them, and I stopped to talk to them. Apparently, the kids they&apos;re looking after are orphans from the earthquake. My chest hurt a little when I looked at the kids. Susume told me that after dinner they were going to go look for a place to erect some tents, since there was nowhere else for the kids to go. I left soon after, because my break was almost up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should look into finding somewhere for the kids to sleep. I mean, even if we can&apos;t house everyone, at least the children and elderly should have some place to avoid the rain...</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 07:07:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Iwa Mission: Day 4</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; arrived in Iwa. I&apos;m wishing we didn&apos;t. The entire village has been utterly leveled. There are very few buildings standing in the part of the country we got sent to. The moment we arrived, we broke off to see where we could be of the most use, since there&apos;s no real need to guard medics inside the village. I spent a few hours scouting before returning to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The medics were all busy, obviously overwhelmed with the number of people they had to help, even with the help from Konoha. There were patients strewn everywhere, and when the half collapsed hospital was at capacity, they had to stash patients in tents near the hospital since the hospital was one of the few places with lights and supplies. I spent a good deal of time just helping the nursing assistants pass out food and blankets. I really didn&apos;t want to be there, and I think it was obvious, because the nurses wouldn&apos;t talk to me.&amp;nbsp; The one kept giving me a nasty look. Like... she hated my guts or something. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I was helping feed a few of the patients, I met this woman, Kaina. She had three little ones. God, they reminded me of my brothers, and little Rinu-chan. Apparently there was no one to watch the boys (their father died in the earthquake), so she asked if I might look after the boys while I was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell do I look like? A nursemaid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I couldn&apos;t really refuse, could I? So, the kids followed me around all day. Kaito, Shibuhi, and Takya-chan. Shibuhi, the middle boy, is about 8, and he&apos;s a carbon copy of Aniki down to his normally chipper attitude and pouty little face. Kaito&apos;s like Kaigo-kun, very quiet and mean, and Takya, 4, might as well be little Rinuka... It&apos;s scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They&apos;ve been following me all day. I have to go and run linens now, so I&apos;ll finish the day&apos;s update later.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 09 Oct 2008 01:16:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Iwa Mission: Days 1-3</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not that I hate my friends or anything, but medic nins are BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two days of travel were pretty boring; the four eisenin talked amongst themselves, with me watching rear guard the entire way out. It wouldn&apos;t have been so bad if they talked about something I actually understood. Lots of medical terms and case discussion. Which is probably VERY against the rules, but who am I to stop them from not bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep takes forever to come when you&apos;ve gotten used to sleeping in a nice soft bed every night. I didn&apos;t sleep the first night, ran on crappy coffee and a soldier pill the next day. My back hurts from sleeping on a tree limb last night.&amp;nbsp;We would have slept on the ground, but the river decided to flood and we nearly drowned before we realized what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m writing this over our noon stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God&amp;nbsp; I can&apos;t wait to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 05:47:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Message to Ibiki, taped to his office door.</title>
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  <description>I want a case. I&apos;ve been on paperwork for over a month now, and I&apos;m starting to feel like this office has become sexist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll quit. I swear I will. And then you&apos;ll have to have KATSU do the paperwork, and then nothing&amp;nbsp;will get done because we both know he has terrible organizational skills and his grammar is horrendous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME. CASE. SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-G.A&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 03:53:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My Boss Is The Devil</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Note taped to IC!Ibiki&apos;s door.&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ibiki-sama,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your house is now as clean as it could possibly be. It is also liveable now, however,&amp;nbsp; may I suggest some better windows, as one of them would not shut when I went to close it during that marvellous rain storm we had two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want your lawn done, that&apos;s going to cost you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, you owe me a new uniform and a twelve pack of beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP LAUGHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Akenai&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 26 Jul 2008 04:40:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>A Cigarette a Day Won&apos;t Keep the Cancer Away</title>
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  <description>It&apos;s like a cancer, I swear to god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it looks like it&apos;s in remission. At least Ibiki-sama didn&apos;t make good with his threat. That would have sucked. Fucking Katsu and his chickenscratchhandwritingcrap.

&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Sometimes, very rarely, do I want to go to work. It&apos;s not the actual work so much, but more Ibiki-sama than anything. There&apos;s something about him.

I don&apos;t know.

I really don&apos;t.

He&apos;s funny though, when he wants to be.

God, I need a cigarette</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 17 Jul 2008 05:48:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Character Meme Thing</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Who&apos;s Akenai?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akenai is a jounin of the Hidden Leaf village. She&apos;s actually rather boring in appearance and she doesn&apos;t have a great big reputation so not too many people know her. She&apos;s got a bit of a temper at some times, and other times she can be downright shy.&amp;nbsp; She has a great passion for reading (books, not paperwork) but she spends nearly all of her time working on the paperwork that no one seems to want to do at T&amp;amp;I. Basically, she&apos;s become a paperwork ninja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What&apos;s Akenai doing?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paperwork. LOTS and LOTS of paperwork. Besides trying not to topple the paper fortress that is her desk, Akenai has been making nice with a nice guy who works at a tea shop (Iruka) and has spent a majority of her free time trying to figure out a way to con Jiraiya into telling her about his new book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, all that garbage was in your app, tell us something new. What do you want to do with Akenai in OA? Give us some PLOT.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I&apos;d really like to depend Akenai&apos;s relationships with people. She&apos;s got a budding friendship with OC!Iruka, and she really admires her boss, Ibiki (no matter how much she may want to kick his ass sometimes).&amp;nbsp; Her growing rivalry with Karin is keeping her grounded for the most part, and I&apos;m doing my best to keep her from becoming a Mary Sue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anything else? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I can think of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;All right, stfu already. Gods, it&apos;s like you think you know everything. Shoo.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 04:19:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Icha Icha</title>
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  <description>I had a lovely run in with Jiraiya-sama today. We had tea nd a rather long discussion about his books, during which time I attempted to pry the information about the newest book out of him, but I failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hereby vowing to win information on the latest book from Jiraiya-sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiraiya-sama, if you&apos;re reading this, youmay as well just spare yourself the misery and just tell me about it. You&apos;ll be much saner (and still in one piece) by the end of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I should go watch my brother practice his kunai throwing. He nearly killed my cat last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nai  &amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 03:11:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Candy Bar?</title>
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  <description>A chocolate bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibiki gave me a chocolate bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn&apos;t poisoned. Thank god... I don&apos;t know if I should start testing my food for poisons. Probably should. Especially if Ibiki-sama has handled it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I&apos;m out of cigarettes. This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have chocolate. n.n</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 09 Jul 2008 15:49:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Brain Numb</title>
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  <description>Gah, so many things going on. And I don&apos;t have a soul to talk to about it. Maybe that&apos;s a good thing. I mean, who wants to hear the drama of an eighteen year old brat like me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one. That&apos;s who. If this journal were a sentient being, I&apos;m sure it&apos;d slit its wrists to avoid having to hear about my misery. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, In anycase, its time to start bitching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maru-nii-san has been off doing Kami Know What with Kami Knows Who, and he hasn&apos;t said a word to me while he&apos;s been in the village. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Solution: Trap his bedroom with (mild) explosives. That should teach him to ignore me when I need my brother the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki-kun has been an angel. For once. I&apos;ll probably find something absolutely disgusting hiding amongst my belongings. He&apos;s lucky he&apos;s the cute one, or I&apos;d have to smash his face in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. I&apos;m tired of this.&lt;br /&gt;World, if something interesting happens, wake me, Kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nai-chan.</description>
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