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  <pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2009 03:02:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>dreams dream dreams</title>
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  <description>I keep having dreams about teeth falling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I think it has to do with a possible orthognathic surgery appointment. I&apos;m scared.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 12 Aug 2009 02:13:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Two Coords</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken last Sat. at the Ralph Lauren flagship in Chicago. Although I didn&apos;t wear my Ralph Lauren polo (I had it cut and sewn - loli style), I wanted to pay an homage with Prep-lita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://s40.photobucket.com/albums/e223/KawaiiRini/?action=view&amp;amp;current=chicago1.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e223/KawaiiRini/chicago1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m sorry about the face covering. 95 degree weather doesn&apos;t agree with my face and hair. If shopkeepers weren&apos;t antsy about taking photos, I&apos;d definitely pose beside a mannequin or on the couch and took the time to look nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This outfit consists of: &lt;br /&gt;Top - American Eagle&lt;br /&gt;Skirt - Bsstb (snow dot - I haven&apos;t seen any polka dot themed items yet! - I took out the bows to use as hair accessories)&lt;br /&gt;OTK - Target&lt;br /&gt;Shoes - American Eagle by Payless&lt;br /&gt;Oversized shades - some shop in Menton, France&lt;br /&gt;Pearl necklace - from a local Native American shop&lt;br /&gt;Bag - (I&apos;m sorry you can see it well) Pucca and Garu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally had this on that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://s40.photobucket.com/albums/e223/KawaiiRini/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Chicago_09114.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e223/KawaiiRini/Chicago_09114.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frillier than Thou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this seems so long ago...senior prom/ May 09 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://s40.photobucket.com/albums/e223/KawaiiRini/?action=view&amp;amp;current=prom2.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e223/KawaiiRini/prom2.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were the type to care about prom more or else I&apos;d invest in hair items (then again, I was too busy getting this dress made for a grade)...oh well, I would have lost it to a mosh pit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JSK - handmade&lt;br /&gt;Accessories - mother&apos;s &lt;br /&gt;Tights - www.teddygirl.com (I&apos;d recommend this place for last minute need of fancy tights and such) &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.teddygirl.com/flower-pantyhose-frenchcut.html&quot;&gt;design detail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoes - payless (haha, I definitely need new white shoes. Those are killing me. How are mashimaro girl&apos;s IW rose corsage shoes with wide width feet?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id=&quot;1&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bonus video from Lollapalooza*</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 31 Jul 2009 15:39:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I keep having dreams about my job</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple days ago, I dreamed about going to a team meeting. Before going to the team meeting, I was at a parking lot. It was a little crowded, but I managed to find a spot to park. Then I was inside a mall where I was bombarded by sales. I left and ran into some old and fat French guys who tried to speak to me  in their language, but it came out as gibberish. They gave me spaghetti and I was eating it then licking my fingers at them. xD like McLaggan to Hermione. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I left on my bike and was at the N.wood&apos;s mall parking  lot which  was empty; followed the road that goes  to  my work&apos;s office. I was  afraid of turning on a bike, but  I made it okay. It went really fast though. When I was at the  office, there was a team meeting. I met my manager who was wearing a blue bathrobe and saw a girl hitting a pinata in  which tons  of candy fell out. I only wanted  to reach for the snicker bar.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, before 7:00,  I dreamed that I was going to give my manager the  morning call (pdi), but I woke up late and it was 9:30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another dream this morning involved me going to another team meeting.  I was probably in hime-lolita, but the dress I wore was pretty sloppy. I was afraid of  being late with everyone already inside the office and sitting around a table making  crepes (although, it didn&apos;t look like crepes).  On the table were various sweets  to make their crepes as well as cookies (which I grabbed). I heard rumors of going out for dinner, so I did my best of trying to get out of the office, but there were people in the way . Also, once I got outside, it was pouring. I went to a smaller building across the office to dry off, but all I could hear was the rain. There were people inside the store, but the rain drowned out their voices. Then there was a kid outside the door who was trying to stay dry. I let him in and he looked like a mini  Harry potter. We went  outside and I told him to go  back to the office. The kid didn&apos;t  listen and he  did a little trick of sliding on the wet pavement. He did it twice and fell. He and a bunch  of other kids were ushered inside the  office. I was running  to my car. Then I was at some restaurant where I sat next to my dad and my aunt(?). I saw a girl wearing a pretty red/purple dress not far from me and I knew that there was a formal dinner for the team meeting. I told my dad that I needed to go home and  change (we also had a talk about &quot;flu season&quot; which was mentioned in the cell phone I was carrying. My  manager came by,  sat across of us and talked  randomly about something. I apologized for assuming that he was jumping  in the conversation</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2009 17:35:38 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve just started working for this weird-ass direct sales company called Vector Marketing. I haven&apos;t made any sales selling Cutco (which is fawking awesome btw) and it&apos;s making  me question why the hell I even bothering applying for the job. At least I learned a lot, but maybe direct sales isn&apos;t my type of job. I&apos;m trying to do my best and calling people I know, but I&apos;m getting tired of soliciting names and numbers. *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m giving  this job until the pay day. Maybe I will make a sale this week. I really hope so. Bobby&apos;s been hassling me about going to Chicago, so I&apos;ll be going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream about lolita again. I was  in some retail store like Target or Burlington Coat Factory and on the  racks were petticoats, bloomers, and skirts (somethings I really need). I tried on a few, but for some reason, they didn&apos;t fit comfortably and the petticoats didn&apos;t do anything. I was still in the bloomers I tried on which had gotten short once they were worn (they were pretty damn cute too. Simple white cotton with matching eyelet lace in the ends). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 23 Jun 2009 00:54:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>re: kodachi148...The Astrology Lolita  Fashion Profile</title>
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  <description>LJ gave me a limited amount of characters to type in my comments, so I decided that it would be best to post this subject in another thread. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Athough this isn&apos;t necessarily true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would  be funny to think up what the rest of the zodiac might wear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(please mention if there are any mistakes with the usernames and/or their sun  signs...remember this is for entertainment only!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aries could possibly pull off ero loli or something bold/dramatic like guro or boystyle. Vibrant colors and dramatic make up are faves.These folks are generally the trend setters of the zodiac.   Maybe the people who introduced dessert jewelry were Aries.&lt;br /&gt;EGL Rams: zaphkiel_noise, miriya004, Bijouxdejais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taurus tend to have a thing for investing in expensive brands. I can imagine a closet full of Juliette and  Justine or Moitie. Tastes are generally simple, but classic (trends and cuts that don&apos;t go out of style). Taureans occasionally reveal their soft spot for pastels and florals. EGL Taureans: Talia_Speaks, archfaith, blonddebates, albinwonderland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geminis generally dress up with no fuss.  Casual lolita might be a good choice since they tend to put a twist to contemporary outfits (...OT: I just imagined a tarot card like illustration of gemini; the kuro and the shiro loli twins). All in all, they like to have fun with coordinates.&lt;br /&gt;EGL Twins:  Natasha_lolita, shelbycloud, tropigalia, ellorgast, wonderfinch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancer: known for our mood swings, we&apos;d probably switch from sweet to gothic lolita during the day. Don&apos;t forget that inspite of their flair for business, they might not let go of that favorite cut sew or skirt on egl_comm_sales. I can imagine country lolita as a good style for crabs since they are famous homebodies (kind of like  Taurus). &lt;br /&gt;EGL Cancerians: deleciel (lul. big suprise), celticfreefall, unseelieallure, faunkegin, j9isawesome (i wonder why there are so many of us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo: like you just said, these folks tend to be dramatic or OTT with their coordinates, unlike their Aries and Sag friends who love experiment and  wear for fun, they live for style and have an eye for details and elegant cuts. EGL lionesses: Duplica_chan,  junklandbablette, Artemiscangee, Octavekitten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgos are quick to spot with the prim and proper look. Classic lolita might suit them as well as shiro and dandy (for males or females). In spite of their virginal stereotype, you may be shocked to see them in ero or retro styles. You might spot these lolis at meet ups with a lint roller and/or Tide to Go Pen! &lt;br /&gt;EGL Virgos: Sugarcreamcandy, 3Libras, chibister, ieatedyourcooki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libras are beauty conscious and usually take the time to weight out the options of what to wear to meet ups. These people make great shopping buddies. They have a great eye for finding loliables in your mainstream department stores. Coordinates tend to be balanced. &lt;br /&gt;EGL Libras: Kaorte, ro_ren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorpios are generally drawn to the dark and sexy themes of lolita. Kuro, gothic, aristocrat, and ero are all time favorites. They delight in disguise and in dramatic makeovers; wigs and false eyelashes are some of the tools of their cosmetic trade. &lt;br /&gt;EGL Scorpions: Dykestar, Brionyalissa, Okami_loli_chan, bsix_cent_douze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sagittarius are generally  the ones who make up their own unique coordinates; always experimenting with different styles and cuts. I can imagine. EGL Sags: Crazyspork_i_am, Cassu_bean, sequinhat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capricorns like to dress casually unless they have to step in to the spot light. They also tend to save up on lolita pieces, but have a growing collection of jewelry. Practical, versatile pieces can be seen in their closets. They&apos;re probably the first to tell newer lolitas to get basics first (bloomers, petti, blouses w/detachable sleeves).&lt;br /&gt;EGL Caps:  Spinafewtimes, Leine_black, punk_mary, adalmin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquarians like to dress unconventionally for that shock value (remember amanikitty&apos;s tennis shoes?). Like Libra, they tend to have good eyes for loliables in the most unconventional places (thrift shops are faves). They keep up with trends in their own way. No matter what style they like to try  out, it&apos;s certain that an eclectic piece becomes a part of the coordinate.  &lt;br /&gt;Famous EGL Aquariuses: AmaniKitty, Swdpunk, thislonelyflower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Cancer, Pisces often also have an attachment to their favorite jsk or bolero. Fsbrics likes knits are a favorite among these lolitas for they move easily. Pisces are all about fantasy, make-believe, drama and imagination. It&apos;s not a surprise that the members mentioned below are fond of it through their daily_lolita coordinates.  Although these folks are often skeptic on fashion recommendations (much like the archer), I think that these  water loving lolitas were  made for sailor and deco/fairy lolita as well as kadona. &lt;br /&gt;EGL Pisces: ohchalua, princesaru, addictive_sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow...egl seems to have a huge population of Capricorns, Cancerians, Leos and Geminis. Surprisingly, it took me ages  to find some Aries members (either or they didn&apos;t mention their birthdays on their user profiles). </description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2009 21:32:40 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, this February hasn&apos;t  been all that great, but there are still some good things that have happened. I guess I&apos;ll start with the main events of the beginning. On the 2nd, I went to Austin and Trevor&apos;s 16th B-day party at their church&apos;s youth center where I met some familiar faces and made new friends (watched the superbowl, ate, and played Foosball). The 21st of Feb was the night of Vice Versa, which is an annual dance in which the girls asks guys out. I usually have bad luck with this, but I was so determined to go this year because I&apos;ve never been to vv and I was hoping that my luck would change. I&apos;ve set my plans to ask Zach McIntire (since I had a crush on him since last year) and it took a while for me to figure out how and when to ask. After reading  some pointless forums that wondered how a girl should ask guys out, I figured that it was best to simply be casual and ask instead of being fancy like some  of the girls at my school were doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him during art class when people were the most busy. He said that he wasn&apos;t the type of guy who liked dances or going to big celebrations. Okay, understandable, but it still kinda hurts to think about it. Then I thought, okay, then let&apos;s just take it slow. I tried to talk to him online, but I was only able to email him a few times. I asked him if he wasn&apos;t doing anything the weekend that I&apos;ve failed to ask him to the dance with me. I told him that there  was a local café that I&apos;ve never been to and wondered if he&apos;d like to check it out with me.  Unfortunately, he had taken  it  the wrong way and said that he was in a relationship, which is sort  of ironic when his profile says that he&apos;s single. &lt;a href=&quot;http://photobucket.com/images/gonk&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k148/Galexio/gonk.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;:gonk: Pictures, Images and Photos&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FMI. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. I tried to move on. During that week, a new friend I met at the twin&apos;s party, Kevin Lin, added me on facebook and we talked a lot. After hearing  that other guys I wanted to ask out were already taken, I ended up asking him. During the two weeks before the dance, I was pre-occupied with working on the prom committee. We planned on getting people to vote on the themes we picked out (Midnight Masquerade, Arabian Nights, Fairytale Fantasy) and souvenirs (none, coffee mugs, key chains, photo frames), which we eventually did during the week of vv (MM and no souvenirs are the  winners). I went around different tables during lunch and carried a prom magazine catalog to show the folks what  they thought of the plans and see  what kinds of souvenirs they would like. A lot of them as well as myself wanted shot glasses  or beer  mugs, but we weren&apos;t allowed  to have them unless there were candles inside e_e...seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went around talking to my classmates, I felt like  someone with a purpose and I walked with confidence. A part  of  me wanted to be more like this as I got  older. Like a businesswoman. During those weeks, I often sat with a group I tend to hang out with during  the mornings: Matt Rockhold, Luke Garrison, Eric Burke, Drew and Jacob Eppel, Kristen Risen, and Megan Maroon. They invited me over  a few times and even though I didn&apos;t say much, I really liked  sitting with them. I don&apos;t anymore, but I wish I sat there more. It occurred to me then and now  that being invited to sit at a table never happened to me when I was younger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 13th, I wore a free hug sign on my back, but only 4 people hugged me; one was a  boy =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m glad it was Joe Ramia though. I wish more guys were like  him, minus the pride to fart in class xDD. I don&apos;t know how Andrea Meuller can stand it, but they make a cute couple (I wish they were voted for cutest couple of 09&apos;s year book. They were nominated, but  someone else had gotten it. They&apos;ve been together since freshman year. I was nominated for a few catagories,  but didn&apos;t get anything  else either =[ ). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I later went to the boy&apos;s basketball game. Before that, during school, the school had a talk about being more  positive during games and meets, instead of booing at the opponent team. The irony in this was that we got told that &quot;we suck&quot; (in a chant) by Richwood&apos;s that night. Karma seemed to be taking our side and we won the varsity game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the day of vv arrived and I spent most of the day at home because I didn&apos;t have the car. Around 3, I finally left and went shopping  with Shaina. I needed to look for heeled mary janes and finally found a pair  at Sears. I also saw a black knitted shirt with a low waist band that I wanted to get. I didn&apos;t bring enough money and I needed more comparative shopping, so we came back home, played Super Mario on the SNES, then headed out to Shoe Carnival where we fell in  love  with the shoes, but hated the prices (T_T I&apos;m a sucker for Mudd and Rocket Dog). Quickly, we headed back to the mall, picked up the shoes and shirt, and came home to get my hair and make up done. It took forever to get strands of hair to curl, but it was worth it. During the process, Kevin called  me  a few times, asking me  if I was going  to be late. Well, after taking Shaina home, Kevin and  I originally planned on visiting Donnelly&apos;s, but ended up eating at Spotted Cow across my school (and I was 45 minutes late DX ). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we  got in and put away our jackets and stuff,  we went dancing and the first person I noticed in the dance floor was Chris Grandon (God I miss that kid -I wouldn&apos;t hate to admit, we embraced xD). Lots of dancing was involved. I injured  my feet a few times, moshed, started a dancing spectacle, but I never slow danced. When they played slow songs  (and they weren&apos;t even good slow songs), Kev  and I left to get some air and rested. To be honest, I wanted  to slow dance with someone, but it was pretty bad that  I had a date who was slightly shorter than I am, a terrible dancer, sweated as much as I do, and I barely knew...at least I had a date. But still. Hopefully, I&apos;ll be able  to rest and sway in someone&apos;s arms at prom. *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I returned the shoes after figuring that I&apos;m injured my feet  too much and realized that they we actually 3 inches  tall &lt;a href=&quot;http://photobucket.com/images/gonk&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k148/Galexio/gonk.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;:gonk: Pictures, Images and Photos&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh well, at least they looked nice on me. This week wasn&apos;t so hot. I can&apos;t  seem to find my  embroidery floss and I need to finish my embroidery project soon as well as submit my three fashion designs for Ergi by Piratessan before the beginning of March. I&apos;ve also got to turn in a baby picture and a senior photo tomorrow. I&apos;m also going to have to take new photos for an art project. A self portrait +_+ ( I should paint someone else...). I had photos taken by my art teacher lots of times, but I hate how I&apos;ve turned out on the computer. My face looks abnormally long, especially my chin. My nose looks shorter  than usual (like Socrate&apos;s snub). When I try to smile, my lips look crooked. When I went through some pictures that the people in my class had taken, I wonder why they look so much better than I am  in front of the  camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I learned that cameras have single lenses which makes a person look flat on the camera, it doesn&apos;t really make me  feel any better. I tried to follow the tips of being more photogenic, but that didn&apos;t make my  photos look any better either. I&apos;ve been feeling a little depressed thanks to mom&apos;s nit picking at my  faults. I couldn&apos;t stop crying from Monday to Ash Wednesday, but now, I think I&apos;m going to be okay. During Ash Wednesday, we had the whole cast from the musical (Guys and Dolls) come to sing with the normal choir during mass. A few people had solos (all from the musical), a few people messed up, and a lot of us were  confused on when we should stand up or sit. But we sounded great. I wished that our usual choir group was that big, especially with all of those altos and boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from Walmart a while ago, and I was tempted to  buy a lot of things, other than the fabric that I needed. Although I originally planned to not give anything up other than promising myself to contemplate and pray more, I think I&apos;m going to try to train myself from wanting so many unnecessary things. I thought to myself that I am a product of consumerism, but I don&apos;t always have to be. So, I&apos;m not just doing this for 40 days, but I&apos;m going  to try to be better towards  my money. Besides, a lot of stuff already. &lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 00:29:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>☺</title>
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  <description>Yesterday evening was pretty crappy for me. I don&apos;t want to think about it or explain why it was so bad, but before I went to sleep, I&amp;nbsp;decided to pull out my&amp;nbsp; lolita skirt (which I&amp;nbsp;haven&apos;t worn in forever) and tried it on with different shirts. And I realized that no matter how superficial it sounds, I felt happier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;like how clothes don&apos;t judge people.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2008 01:19:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>*sigh*</title>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;probably the most depressing entry as of now&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m really sick of my parents reminding me that we can&apos;t afford some things. It&apos;s not like we&apos;re dirt poor. We get by, we don&apos;t depend on welfare, and have enough for a few luxury items. We have plenty of food in the fridge and pantry, we have a roof over our head, we have running water, electricity, air conditioning,&amp;nbsp; fast internet, and more. I just don&apos;t understand why can&apos;t my&amp;nbsp; parents just be happy with what we have and know that we have plenty of money. I know we&apos;re not part of Beverly Hills nor are we filthy rich and famous. It&apos;s just fucking depressing to think like we have little. I want to think like we have a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure insurance is high. It&apos;s not like we&apos;re the only one who&apos;s mad about it. A lot of people are, even those who live in large mansions and eat off diamond plates. Sure we can&apos;t always travel around the world, NOT EVERYBODY DOES! Sure we don&apos;t wear expensive fashion brands, but that&apos;s&amp;nbsp; okay, I like hand made and thifted clothes better; I mean, sometimes brands are boring and poorly made. I hope that someday, I can help my parents stop thinking like we have little. I hope I can make beautiful clothes and sell them to make the world look pretty. And maybe I can get my parents a new&amp;nbsp; home. Maybe I can give my kids what&amp;nbsp; I didn&apos;t have when I was a kid (and not spoil them). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I can&amp;nbsp; only hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2008 20:38:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>rpg character profile II</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;DON&apos;T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT STEALING&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Name:&lt;/b&gt;Sophie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Middle Name&lt;/b&gt;: Kana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last Name:&lt;/b&gt; Ayase-Galanter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age:&lt;/b&gt; 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://motojirou.up.seesaa.net/image/ayumi-hamasaki.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Appearance:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Slightly shorter than her older sister Mélodie, and much slimmer. The two sisters were born with 1/4 veela blood, and according to legend, veelas posses fair hair. Unlike Mel, Sophie was born with light hair which was inherited from her maternal grand mother (but did not show much sign until she had shown magical gifts by age 9. They had to pretend she had gotten it dyed after that happened). Although Sophie dresses similar to Mélodie&apos;s favorite style, Lolita, Sophie is a &lt;a href=&quot;http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w243/murasku/n254_big.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;hime-gyaru &lt;/a&gt; (princess gal). Her style is a more modern, prep version of Lolita. Because she is younger than Mélodie and a hime-gyaru, she tends to wear more make up than her natural-than-thou sister (and tries to look older. Her skin is much tanner than Mel&apos;s). Hime-gyarus tend to wear their hair large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;History:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sophie was born in September 20th, 1993 in Sapporo, Japan. She and her family lived in Sapporo (with their grandparents) until she turned nine years old (their parents worked in international businesses). During her child hood, she played with Mélodie and the neighborhood kids, and have even gotten to meet Yuki Ishida (Mustang). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She had attended muggle schools since her child hood, and when her parents began moving around, Sophie attended her first (all girls) witch craft school in Toyko. By age 13, Sophie fell in love with the underground fashion called &quot;hime-gyaru&quot; because it had captivated her longing for being a princess, to look grown up, and escape from her world (although the school was a magical one, it was based in the muggle world. In Japan, women still have the pressured role of being a housewife and do not have equal opportunity or respect from men). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike Mélodie, Sophie have never had to change schools as much, but today, she is ready to transfer to Beauxbatons in hopes of a new beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personality:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although a Virgo, the earthy element, Sophie is not nearly as stable as her sister (who is a Cancerian; water element). She tends to day dream, and frequently uses her imagination as entertainment. She is also quite outgoing and enjoys entertaining people, a trait earned by Virgoes born between the 13th-22nd of September. Like her charismatic ability, Sophie also emits a cheerful vibe. Her positive attitude often makes her lack focus and ability to finish projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Sophie doesn&apos;t have her sister&apos;s flair for fashion, she still enjoys using her imagination and skills to help coordinate outfits together. Sophie has a willowy type body and is not as athletic as Mélodie. Like her sister, their parents encouraged development of talents. They both play piano. Sophie is not as good at drawing as Mel, but main talent lies in writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her numbers are: 3,9,3. -thus making her a humanitarian and opportunist. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 02 Aug 2008 16:06:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Submitted for the approval of the Midnight Society, I call this story...</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Tale of the Vampire-Demon e_0?&quot;&gt;Last night, I had a dream about witnessing an exorcism. It all happened when I was sitting on the bathroom toilet. I don&apos;t think I&amp;nbsp; was using the bathroom, but I did unroll some toilet paper. When I did, I saw crazy writing (in puffy paint) saying that I would be cursed and/or I have to&amp;nbsp; say a spell/ this is a chain letter. I screamed (several times. I don&apos;t scream very often in real life), then ran out of there. I later found myself in my aunt&apos;s kitchen. While I&apos;m helping mom with the cooking, I see some blue looking stranger, maybe a ghost who&amp;nbsp; is going through the fridge. He disappears then reappears several times until my mom and I see him together, then he leaves for the last time. Later, I&apos;m trying to get some sleep in the living room, but I&apos;m too scared too. I wish I could remember if anything else happened there, but I do remember reciting the &quot;Our Father&quot; (....I really need to stop watching A Haunting...but it&apos;s mildly entertaining). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then I&apos;m at some science lab and it looks like it&apos;s being filmed for a tv show. I meet these college aged kids who are studying ancient superstitions and the paranormal. Their professor looked like those old mad scientists from retro cartoons (bald, but with some hair sticking out of the &quot;halo&quot; and beard w/mustache and round glasses xDD). They came with me to some room and pulled out some severed head of some tribal lady. Then I had a vision that it was attatched to its body. There were two other tribal looking women with face paint and crazy hair. They stood on a plateau and I can hear one of the college students that they were spiritual protectors or something -their job was to protect their&amp;nbsp; tribe from demons and ghosts. The professor said that an exorcism had to be done by getting a victim to let the demon come in her. Another of the college students decided to be the &quot;victim&quot; and after much drama, the girl goes limp then gets up and the demon is gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same girl left and I saw her entering some game show stage. I can see the girls of Double You dancing on stage in lolita outfits. Ai was in sweet lolita and Nozomi was in Gothic. The girl who got on stage was doing the para para (pretty badly) and the singers tried to follow, but looked at me (the camera) like &quot;What the hell...?&quot; &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2008 23:11:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Another dream....it was scary.</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;This post is so emo, it cuts itself&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven&apos;t got around interpreting mine yet. I actually had several dreams this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One: I asked my mom if we can go to Chicago to go shopping and she said we will tomorrow. I was excited and searched everywhere in my room to wear something. I wanted to wear my gothic lolita skirt I just made (in real life) along with my Tiesto cutsew (which is really comfy). I couldn&apos;t find them and the petticoat I had wasn&apos;t the right kind. I can&apos;t remember what happened from&amp;nbsp; there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two: In my dream, I woke up in my bed and remembered that mom was going to take me to Chicago for shoe shopping. I knew there was a meet up pretty soon and I tried going on chigothloli if I could meet anyone while my visit. Only&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_treesdancealone&apos; lj:user=&apos;treesdancealone&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://treesdancealone.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://treesdancealone.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;treesdancealone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; responded and we tried getting each other&apos;s phone number, but never did. I realized that I was running out of time and found myself in my back yard. It was cloudy and didn&apos;t rain yet, but I did see lightening. I also saw a wooden box of my lolita clothes. I grabbed those before getting struck by lightening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three: I wake up in bed again, and remembered the soon to be Chicago visit. Quickly, I tried to take a shower, but my clothes were shrinking and I couldn&apos;t take them off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four: The last time I woke up in bed and remembered that I had to go to Chicago. Instead of my mother and I, my brother and I went out of the house and found ourselves outside my old Jr. high school. Outside, I saw kids who were probably 11 or 12 years old and several of them were holding hands or telling each other secrets. I scoffed at them after passing by, remembering that I&apos;m a senior in high school. The school looked nothing like it inside. When I entered the gym, I was in my freshman/sophomore P.E uniform and saw by my classmates (who were also in uniform). I saw Chris Grandon and we gave each other a half hug, then our classmates were surrounding us and I think trying to take photos (it was kind of like the last day of school in real life, before Chris left PND =[ )&lt;br /&gt;We let go and I needed to get changed and go to Chicago. I searched frantically for a restroom or some place of privacy to change. There was a bathroom that I entered, but it looked more like some day care center room.&amp;nbsp; But there were bathroom stalls in the corner. I didn&apos;t go in those. e_0&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The box of clothes from dream two were there, so I tried to change as quickly as possible, but I couldn&apos;t get into them and two toddler girls were observing me, so I didn&apos;t change into anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream five; I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; In real life xDD&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2008 16:14:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>3rd, but much earlier dream</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Another public read&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10px;&quot;&gt;Anyways, I just had a long ass trippy dream, two in fact. One involving myself in a huge action chase like movie with a few characters from Harry Potter and (actually, it was more like being stalked by) Melissa Joan Hart. Another dream involving Lolitas. They might have came out of my imagination since I didn&apos;t recognize any of the girls in my dream. What I really remembered from that second dream was going through my local mall/JC Penny&apos;s (although it looked different inside) with my friend. I ran off when I saw a girl in Angelic Pretty heading towards an elevator and I scream, &quot;OH MY GOD! You&apos;re a Lolita! Are you a Lolita?!?&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I can&apos;t remember if she was baffled or not, but I followed her and apologized that I didn&apos;t know there was a meet up or else I would have been dressed up. I found myself in one of those towers at the mcDonald&apos;s playground (that&apos;s what it felt like) and being surrounded by 4 or 5 other lolies I don&apos;t know. They started asking me if I would be going to the World Wizard&apos;s Convention in Chicago ( a real place) but I said that I couldn&apos;t. It seemed like it was getting hot, so I took off my jacket and I realized that I was wearing my blue anna house skirt.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Funny thing was, I found myself not up in a tower anymore, but in the back of a station wagon with the lolitas when I told them I had to leave. My cell phone went off and my mom was calling me from her car behind us. She looked pretty pissed off, even if half of her face was covered up with sunglasses. I left the girls and starting running away, realizing that I had left my friend at the mall and screaming, &quot;I don&apos;t want to be with you!&quot; at my mom. I ran back into the mall (it was difficult since the entrance wasn&apos;t fully seen, but my mind was like, &quot;just run through it, even if you can&apos;t see the door&quot;. I got in and was distracted by a shelf full of barbie dolls and I grabbed a few since they were cheap, but then I put the boxes back. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I went around part of the store to look for her, but she found me (she looked a little pissed at me too). My cellphone went off again and said I have 4 voicemails. Now, we had to head home. It was (still) dark outside and it looked like it might snow. My friend disappeared, now I had to find my dad. I saw his truck going around the parking lot, but I couldn&apos;t find him in person and for some reason, I was being swept into this huge group of tough looking kids. A little later, I ran off again and I found my dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was even creepier about it, was that one day, my friend and I (yes, the one that I left for the group of lolitas), went to the mall in real life and when we were leaving, my car (that was in the dream) was parked behind a station wagon x_x</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2008 16:05:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>An earlier dream X posted from the OLT</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Public read&quot;&gt;Haha, I had another trippy dream involving lolitas and Amber. I think Nitty (natasha_lolita) and Rin (spinafewtimes) were with me &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11px;&quot;&gt;Well, the four of us were dancing on my roof, but Amber and Natasha left and Rin and I kept dancing. And then we found ourselves in black and white stage clothes and in the back of some huge theatre stage. The curtains weren&apos;t opened yet and I asked Rin what the heck I should do. She was like, &quot;Just follow my lead.&quot; And when curtains were up, I noticed that there were other number of people dressed like us (the clothes consisted of black jazz pants, black shoes, zoot hats, white blouse, and white gloves). And we started dancing in partners (I really remembered the &quot;jazz hands&quot; part). The show was over and we walk off stage and went outside. It looked like something from the travel channel (actually, it was an outdoor pool, set to look like one in Ancient Greece. It was sunny out and very pretty). Rin and I were putting our feet in the pool and for some reason, I was wearing a Muslim veil and I had long thick eyelashes. I saw a midget, I&apos;m sure it was Danny Devito and he asked me, &quot;Are you Italian!?&quot; Of course, I&apos;m Asian and I just shook my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2008 15:59:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>X-posted dream from Official Lolita thread</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;holy moly roly poly, another psychedelic dream&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: When I referred to &quot;you&quot; I meant Amber. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time it just involved Amber, Jenna (jmrose19), and myself. Most of the dream was indescribable to explain. I don&apos;t remember how it all started, I wish I could remember how it went and what we wore (although I&apos;m sure you wore something from baby, she was wearing something from meta, and God knows what I was in -although I would love it if I was in Innocent World 4laugh ) . We were in my car and I was the driver, and it seems like we were in some road trip. I was supposed to take you back to NYC, but it looked like I was driving through a familiar farming community near my city. We stopped at some building and entered a tricked out (but dimly lighted) apartment to drop Jenna off (who was kinda in a bad mood and wanted to be left studying &amp;gt;_&amp;gt; ).&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to hang out and find places around town to camera whore. It looked a bit like the down town in my city when we left the apartment. Even though you didn&apos;t know the area, you followed me then I followed you through some tunnel (some place listrinepree would go for photoshoots xD ) and we stopped at some dead end. At the end, there was a small exit. They were three slabs of concrete that were moving and I think there was Jigsaw (from Saw) who was trying to trap us. You told me to put my head in one of the slabs so Jigsaw would come to get us, but before my head could get stuck, I was pulled out (or you pulled me out?) and Jigsaw got stuck between the moving slabs of concrete. Since it was stuck, we could crawl out of the place (I saw light emitting from the other end xDD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found ourselves in some other but smaller town. Everything looked abandoned, so we hop back into the car and while I drove, we kept having to call our parents about where we were going (it seems like I was in a rush to get you back home). We stopped at some really nice suburban neighborhood....I wish I knew why. I don&apos;t remember what happened there, but we left one of the houses in a rush and we were trying to find our shoes in a mess of other shoes. I found one black ballet flat, but I couldn&apos;t find the other pair. You found your ballet flat, but couldn&apos;t the other pair. So,we took each others missing pair and ran to the car (we stopped at the driveway to trade shoes xDD). In the car was some random little black kid and he was hogging your front passenger seat. Either you or the kid was forced to the back seat. And we go off driving again. I called my mom and said that I had to drop off a friend home and that I&apos;ll be a while&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 17:06:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>rpg character profile (updated  with plots below)</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://s40.photobucket.com/albums/e223/KawaiiRini/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bnnr-main.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot; src=&quot;http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e223/KawaiiRini/bnnr-main.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mélodie Kyoko Ayase-Galanter -  (MÆ -loh- dee • Kee-yo-ko • Ah-yah-say • Gah-lon-tay)&lt;br /&gt;prop. noun&lt;br /&gt;1) (July 18th, 1991 • Montréal, Québec, Canada) Also known as &quot;Mae&quot;; a student whom resides at the Beauxbatons&apos; Academy of Magic; member of Cossu. Pure blood, part veela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TABLE OF CONTENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://photobucket.com/image/tiny%20flower/ilimari/tiny%20icons/flower.gif?o=8&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l158/ilimari/tiny%20icons/flower.gif&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1: Brief history &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://photobucket.com/image/tiny%20flower/ilimari/tiny%20icons/flower.gif?o=8&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l158/ilimari/tiny%20icons/flower.gif&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2: About Mélodie: Interests/Dislikes/Personality/Skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://photobucket.com/image/my%20melody/annienittaya/My_melody.jpg?o=59&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh222/annienittaya/My_melody.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Brief History&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://photobucket.com/image/my%20melody/annienittaya/My_melody.jpg?o=59&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh222/annienittaya/My_melody.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mélodie was born in Montréal, Québec, Canada on July 18th, 1991. Her parents were Sho Ayase (pure blood) and Mareva  Galanter (1/2 veela). Her youngest (by two years and only) sibling is Sophie. Her father was a chair man of the Wizards&apos; Sports Committee, and her mother works in international trade of Magical goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mélodie lived in Canada for seven years, then she and her family moved to Sapporo, Japan where she and her sister spent the rest of their childhood. By the age of seven, Mélodie had already shown signs of magic (Sophie later by nine). The family moved to Tokyo at the start of Mélodie&apos;s adolescent years. From then on, she traveled from country to country, studying in magic and muggle schools (due to her parents&apos; careers). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time Mélodie entered Beauxbatons, she decided to stay in France and declared it her home, often visiting her family in Japan or staying in Paris with her maternal grand parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likes/Dislikes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://photobucket.com/image/sanrio/wintercool612/chococat/chococat_sanrio_01.gif?o=14&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z155/wintercool612/chococat/chococat_sanrio_01.gif&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute and colorful things (ex: stuffed animals, cakes and cookies, stationary sets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://photobucket.com/image/sanrio/wintercool612/chococat/chococat_sanrio_01.gif?o=14&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z155/wintercool612/chococat/chococat_sanrio_01.gif&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fine and performance arts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://photobucket.com/image/sanrio/wintercool612/chococat/chococat_sanrio_01.gif?o=14&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z155/wintercool612/chococat/chococat_sanrio_01.gif&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Street Fashion (especially Lolita!) and Haute Couture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://photobucket.com/image/sanrio/wintercool612/chococat/chococat_sanrio_01.gif?o=14&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z155/wintercool612/chococat/chococat_sanrio_01.gif&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reading Horoscopes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://photobucket.com/image/sanrio/wintercool612/chococat/chococat_sanrio_01.gif?o=14&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z155/wintercool612/chococat/chococat_sanrio_01.gif&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pearls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://photobucket.com/image/sanrio/wintercool612/chococat/chococat_sanrio_05.gif?o=10&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z155/wintercool612/chococat/chococat_sanrio_05.gif&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sloppy dressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://photobucket.com/image/sanrio/wintercool612/chococat/chococat_sanrio_05.gif?o=10&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z155/wintercool612/chococat/chococat_sanrio_05.gif&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Country music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://photobucket.com/image/sanrio/wintercool612/chococat/chococat_sanrio_05.gif?o=10&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z155/wintercool612/chococat/chococat_sanrio_05.gif&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confrontations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://photobucket.com/image/sanrio/wintercool612/chococat/chococat_sanrio_05.gif?o=10&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z155/wintercool612/chococat/chococat_sanrio_05.gif&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Violence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://photobucket.com/image/sanrio/wintercool612/chococat/chococat_sanrio_05.gif?o=10&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z155/wintercool612/chococat/chococat_sanrio_05.gif&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://photobucket.com/image/sanrio/wintercool612/chococat/chococat_sanrio_05.gif?o=10&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z155/wintercool612/chococat/chococat_sanrio_05.gif&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being told what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://photobucket.com/image/sanrio/wintercool612/chococat/chococat_sanrio_07.gif?o=8&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z155/wintercool612/chococat/chococat_sanrio_07.gif&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inner &amp;amp; Outer Personality&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://photobucket.com/image/sanrio/wintercool612/chococat/chococat_sanrio_04.gif?o=11&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z155/wintercool612/chococat/chococat_sanrio_04.gif&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Being born under the sign of Cancer, Mélodie tends to change her mood throughout the day. Although she doesn&apos;t show it, she can be quite emotional; usually being the first to laugh, to cry, and swoon over anything cute. Being Cancerian, she is often nostalgic  and is close to her family, in spite of being physically apart. She also possesses a shrewd mind and appears wiser than her years (at times, she wishes that she could give advice to herself)•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Being born with the rising sun sign of Libra, Mélodie tends to be indecisive at times. She is generally friendly and open up to others than most Cancerians; being the &quot;nice girl&quot; to the social world -one of her worst traits.  She does however enjoy spending time alone and knows when it&apos;s time to be in solitude and time to be with others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•In spite of enjoying time on her own, Mélodie likes to have a growing circle of friends. It may not seem like it, but Mélodie is a hopeless romantic at heart and would rather have a growing relationship with one significant other over a Friday night hook up.[/size]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://photobucket.com/image/cupcake%20skull/moterisingcream/thSkull_Cupcake_Avatar_by_candysor.gif?o=16&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q187/moterisingcream/thSkull_Cupcake_Avatar_by_candysor.gif&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Skills&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://photobucket.com/image/cupcake%20skull/moterisingcream/thSkull_Cupcake_Avatar_by_candysor.gif?o=16&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q187/moterisingcream/thSkull_Cupcake_Avatar_by_candysor.gif&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•She has a musically trained ear and an artistically trained eye. She can tell whether the girl in the next train compartment is singing off key and can spot the quality of clothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Although Mélodie didn&apos;t want to play Quidditch ,she is exceptionally well with a broom. She is also quite athletic along with that type of build (but is awfully lazy at times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Her favorite class is charms, divination, and DADA. &lt;br /&gt;•Her Patronus is a rabbit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://photobucket.com/image/tiny%20bow/1sexymuthafucka/TiNY%20iCONS/thBunny_With_Skull_Bow_by_candysor.gif?o=25&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n319/1sexymuthafucka/TiNY%20iCONS/thBunny_With_Skull_Bow_by_candysor.gif&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;::NEW::PLOT::&lt;br /&gt;Now that Mélodie is older and a more experienced Lolita, she is starting to fall away from lolita fashion because there is no one to dress up with and she wants to be seen as more than a lolita; but as a fashionista. She dreams of becoming a famous fashion designer and create a fashion house under her name or an interesting alias (she&apos;s still figuring that out). Every day and night, Mélodie imagines and dreams of beautiful clothes of her own making, but never gets around sewing them, especially a dress that was especially made for her friend Axelle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day after Axelle came to Mélodie&apos;s request for a dress, Mélodie foresaw a vision during Divination class. She saw herself wearing a plain t-shirt, sweatpants, and a sad expression. Her future self was leaning over a balcony and watching people wearing beautiful and colorful formal attire, and dancing. Once the vision disappeared, Mélodie realized that she had spent so much time and dedication to other people&apos;s happiness that she has neglected her own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that not only has Mélodie rejected her own happiness, but a dear friend and love interest, Lukcas Sophronia, has been away from his happiness and Mélodie. They met again a few weeks after the term break in the school gardens where they first met, only to find each other much more mature in appearance and actions. As they spent their precious time together, Mélodie realizes how much she needs Lukcas in her life and is thankful to be his, but finds that they can&apos;t be together as much as they would have liked. Upon this realization, she is beginning to feel lonely and longs to have a more stable and intimate relationship. At times, she thinks about breaking away from Lukcas, but finds herself wanting to be with him, for he was the only boy who&apos;ve ever saw her as more than a friend (and isn&apos;t intimated about her height). Even if Mélodie did  consider seeking a relationship with another person, they were either taken or uninterested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mélodie sees herself and believes that the school sees her as an unemotional and unaffectionate person. She isn&apos;t sure if it&apos;s a bad or  good thing, but it becomes more and more apparent as she and Lukcas are apart. Although her thoughts of him return every so often, she keeps busy watching over her sister, Sophie, who left Tokyo to study in Beauxbatons. &lt;br /&gt;While she keeps an eye over little Sophie, she often reflects on the past and realizes how much they&apos;ve grown up, and hopes that her grown up self would be happier. &lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 02 Jun 2008 20:46:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Jr. Year @ PND</title>
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  <description>fall of 07 - spring of 08 has been pretty exciting for me. It was nice being an upperclassman in high school. Kind of a way of recognizing oneself. I&apos;ve done a lot of growing up since then. My obsession with Lolita fashion grew over the months. I&apos;ve found another crush. Made new friends with the underclassmen. Cried, learned, and laughed a lot. It feels weird that I&apos;m a senior now. Freshman year and beyond was a blur. I miss the guys who graduated this Spring and I&apos;m also going to miss the people who are leaving my class. But it&apos;ll be okay. We all part at least one time in our lives. I&apos;m thankful.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2007 02:45:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>In Soviet Russia.....</title>
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  <description>livejournal writes you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final exams are over, but my cold isn&apos;t (this is the 2nd week&amp;nbsp; I&apos;ve had it). Bought new medicine not long ago, so it should go away soon. For some reason, I&apos;m on Gaia online all day ever since vacation started. I seriously&amp;nbsp; need to do something new. I have two books that I borrowed. &lt;u&gt;Vanity Fair&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;The Princess Bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;I haven&apos;t written in my real journal in ages, but there&apos;s not too much to talk about. I think Bryan&apos;s obsessed with me. . . .=_=; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 24 Nov 2007 23:28:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Oi.....</title>
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  <description>I know. I didn&apos;t make an effort to actually post anything here. My real journal is just as empty. And a lot of things happened since I&apos;ve last posted. My school&apos;s golf team made 2nd in state. The X-country team did well with a lot of new individual winners. I wish I went to see the last meet, but Nicole Benson beat Caitlyn Comfort this time. Our soccer team lost to Champaign,&amp;nbsp; but it seemed like they really wanted it this year since we usually beat almost every school in the state. Our football team is 3rd to the last in the state, and the football team doesn&apos;t seem to care much anymore. I hope it gets better next fall. Our swim team was in Neuquea Valley not long ago. It was one of their final meets. I can&apos;t remember who won what. I&apos;m getting over my last love, even though, from time to time, I miss him. Someone else is into me, but I&apos;m still a little wary of what&apos;s going on when it comes to relationships. I kind of want to be single,especially because I want to focus on school more.&lt;br /&gt;(I&apos;m going back and forth with events)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nov. 1st: Jr. Ring Day/All Saints Mass. Fun fun. My classmates and I got dressed up for the day. It was nice getting out of uniform. My ring is a princess cut with a ruby birthstone on top. On one side, it has the school emblem (Irish Cross and 2009), and the other has my name and the winged foot (for track and field). I wanted to add a music note (for choir) as a background and an artist&apos;s brush (for art -club), but my ring is very small and it doesn&apos;t have enough room for that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today is Nov. 24th. Last night, had a Thanksgiving dinner at my cousins&apos; house and it was also my aunt and uncle&apos;s wedding anniversary (40 years). I ate too much and felt really sick before (because of dad&apos;s driving) and after (because I ate too much). And I also saw Bryan (...I feel&lt;br /&gt;weird saying this, but he wants to be my bf again, and so he is) who came back from N.Carolina. I also saw my friend Anne-Marie (she graduated last year and was in my speech and computer&apos;s class). She gave me a lot of advise about college and ACTS and asked me a lot about what happened after she left. I think I&apos;ll take my ACTS in in the late winter (because exams are coming up and I&apos;d rather not cram for both things) and re-take it in the spring (somewhere before finals). I also saw a couple more former graduates who came over before Thanksgiving break.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 24 Oct 2007 22:54:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>What Do You Have To Say? - Fashion: My Personal Style</title>
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  <description>Livejournal encouraged their users to update their journals by answering this question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...even though I&apos;ve dedicated my heart to Lolita fashion, I mostly vary my style by my mood, which helps make unusual (but in good taste of) combinations and styles. I also figure out what to wear depending on the weather. Wearing a uniform to school limits my closet from expanding and it also limits my creativity or lessens the challenge of figuring out what outfit I should wear throughout the day. Whenever I go out, such as a shopping or visitation to the mall, I might not always go out in Lolita duds, but something influenced from street fashion. I like to stand out in a good way.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 20 Oct 2007 18:07:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>It&apos;s Caturday....</title>
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  <description>I want to be friends with Andrew. I wanna meet Rini and the other gals in real life. I don&apos;t feel like being online. I finally passed both State and US Constitution test. This week was interesting. I almost forgot how to do Soulja boy. I want to get a brand lolita skirt for cheap. I want to get a job at Bath and Body works. I want to get my drivers license. But my birthday is in the summer. And I have about 20 or less hours to finish. Stupid bill. Why did it have to be passed?!? I blame Pekin. I want more money. I&apos;m starting to sound greedy. I&apos;m sorry for that. I should go to confession. I&apos;m not Catholic and I go to a Catholic school. I might become Catholic. XD I want my sewing machine to work. I want to understand string theory (or whatever Mr. Johnson was teaching us for the past 2 weeks). I want Delbert to talk to me. I want to go to Paris. Okay, not yet.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 30 Sep 2007 03:56:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Camp Wokanda.....</title>
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  <description>^_^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is one of the best night of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I tell you about it, I should probably tell you about Return to Hogwarts. (I&apos;m sorry if you&apos;re not a Potter fan) RTH is a program run by the Peoria Park District that has been running for the past 6 years. It&apos;s a pretty big Harry Potter event (or fest if you want to call it) and volunteers (including actors and builders) help create a Harry Potter world based on each year of the series. This year is the 5th year. I had been a part of it for about 3-4 years and I met a lot of new and old friends there. Every year, we meet up and (especially the veterans, this includes me) become this &quot;RTH family&quot;. Anyways, since this year was based on the fifth year of the book, we built sets and acted out scenes for the event &lt;br /&gt;(I&apos;m only giving out a summary since it&apos;s long to describe. The details are in my real journal). I played Cho Chang (and became known to my friends as &quot;Emo Cho&quot; xD) again this year. It was a pretty kick-ass night and so far the best of the ones from the past, especially since most of us knew each other and had the thought of RTH all year (heck, we even have a myspace group).RTH this year was held on the night of September 22nd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, a bunch of us (the actors) decided to have a meet up/cast party at a place called Camp Wokanda (it&apos;s a boy&apos;s scout camp. Yay for discounts! ) which is quite a long drive from Peoria and in a weird location because it&apos;s in an area surrounded by cornfields, yet there is this huge horizon of hills and forests for the camp site. Anyways, I was only able to have dinner and play with my friends who managed to come (Lemme see....Me, Caitlyn, Heather, Mary, Beth, Todd, C.J, Trevor, Taylor, Gabe, Derek, Ben, and Austin), so I didn&apos;t camp with the gang. =(&lt;br /&gt;(Mom and Dad said that they would have let me, if they knew the people who came. Geez, what a convenience. I wasn&apos;t the only girl who came and we had three adult chaperones who camped too, and they were all volunteers. Oh well, I&apos;m glad I went in the first place. It was really my first time going to a camp site. If only I got to camp. If I ever do have children, I&apos;m definitely letting them join boy/girl scouts). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and I made fried rice enough to feed a small party, before I went to the site. It took a long time to get there since the directions were difficult. After they dropped me off, I followed my friends to our cabin (which is actually a little nicer than I thought: a large room with 4 military bunkers and a fireplace, and a back room as a kitchen).&amp;nbsp; We hung out by the camp fire, talked, joked around, waited for others, prank called people (okay, that was Gabe and I. He has a kick-ass phone), drank Jones soda....until Derek, Heather, and Todd came, we played capture the flag in the trails. It was hard to play since it got dark, and eventually, my team (the pink team) won by Caitlyn double crossing the yellow team (and we got bored of the game). We came back to our cabin site and so did Mary (who brought extra needed items for the night). We spent the rest of the night at the site, talked some more, made plans for future meet ups, took perverted yet funny pictures of each other, made some more prank calls (now the works of Gabe and C.J), bobbed for apples (my first time. Yes, I know. I&apos;m sorry), ate the fried rice (which pretty much everyone ate and loved ^_^) .....it was all fun and games until I had to leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I didn&apos;t get to camp with my friends, I&apos;m glad I&apos;ve got to experience this night, especially with my RTH family. =3</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 04 Sep 2007 00:56:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>September 3rd. 07. - Long time no type</title>
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  <description>I know. I&apos;m amazed of myself. I haven&apos;t posted an entry for 6 weeks. This also goes for my real journal in which I write in. I&apos;ll try to summerize my past 6 weeks the best I can (remember). My last entry was on my birthday and a few days later (21st), I bought my copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, and spent a few days to read it. Instead of trying to break a world record, I took my time on that book. On the 20th of July, I went to my first Harry Potter book party. It&apos;s kind of funny for an avid Harry Potter fan and reader that when the last book came out, it was my first midnight (book) party, but then again, there are people in the world who haven&apos;t been as fortunate as I am. For the next few weeks of summer vacation, I spent a lot of hours online, but I also read a lot of books. My friend and classmate Sarah had gotten me into novels by Nicolas Sparks. I absolutely love his workas, even though it sometimes makes me sad. I never thought I&apos;d get into romantic novels, but I like his novels way better than the section of erotic drama in my local bookstores, where the cover always has a shirtless man and a voluptuous woman. I also got the chance to read and study The Secret with my friend Shaina. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; So...school rolled in on the 20th of August (school didn&apos;t officilly start until the 22nd. I just went to my junior orientation). A lot of interesting things happened, but I won&apos;t type them all down. Right now, I&apos;m just enjoying my last hours of my labor day weekend and praying to be with Delbert again and also to get my first Baby skirt from a member of egl comm sales. That reminds me: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime I see a video from the Défilé LaForet fashion show, I just want to cringe with jealousy and annoyance. I absolutely adore the new dresses, but I FREAKING HATE THE MODELS THE COORDINATOR CHOOSE! *sighs* I learned from someone who works in the fashion industry who told me that the modeling industry has to hire tall people for the runway for the audience and judges to see from below and from the back, and I don&apos;t blame them since it does make perfect sense. But why the hell do the models have to look bitchy when they wear lolita outfits. Maybe they hate wearing cutesy clothes or they&apos;re just used to looking bitchy in front of the camera and on the run way, wearing couture. Whatever the problem is, they shouldn&apos;t be looking like that because it simply makes the clothes look disgusting, and that&apos;s a shame for beautiful clothes made with love and professional craftsmanship. As Sir Novala once said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Why do you want to do lolita? Because it&apos;s trendy, because my friends do it...If that&apos;s the case, you have no right to wear lolita.&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 20 Jul 2007 00:02:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>July 19th 07</title>
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  <description>Turns out that I won&apos;t be going to the Harry Potter festival (9 3/4) at Princeton because it&apos;s too far. At least I&apos;ll be going to the midnight party at WaldenBooks.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 18 Jul 2007 17:18:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Joyeux Anniversaire!</title>
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  <description>July 18th, 07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine told me to start making a livejournal account so I can join the EGL community. And because of Livejournal policies, I have to try to update my journal or else I can&apos;t keep this account. I do write in my own journal, so, does it make a difference? =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyeux Anniversaire, means Happy Birthday. And yes, today&apos;s my birthday, I just turned 16 at 11:24 in the morning...but no, I haven&apos;t gotten my license yet &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; =_=&amp;nbsp; I keep getting a lot of people asking me that, and it&apos;s bugging me to say &quot;no&quot;.</description>
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