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  <title>My Third Eye</title>
  <subtitle>Look</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Dreamchild</name>
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  <updated>2003-08-31T00:27:16Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:journalfen.net:atom1:ladylynx:1531</id>
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    <title>Ask me how the convention is going.</title>
    <published>2003-08-31T00:25:35Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-31T00:27:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">How is the convention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,  I went down to the hotel, where it was supposed to be.  I waited in the lobby, like they said.  I waited from 1-3:30.  Nothing.  Not a soul.  So I left.  I walked down to Times Square and decided I'd try and get something to eat before I go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressed and fed up,  this sketch artist asked if he could draw me, so I went for it.  At least then I could block crap out of my mind.  a few minutes into it,  it starts raining so we had to find a sheltered place to draw.  People started crwding around,  wanting to see his work.  In the end,  I'll say &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='goss' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.journalfen.net/users/goss/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.journalfen.net/users/goss/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;goss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; could've done better.  Will you draw me?  Huh?  :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the Q train all the way back home.  This guy started howling opera out the train car and just before i arrived my stop,  these guys played Cajun music.  I took the bus to get to my house and no one was home.  Meaning I couldn't get in.  So I waited in the rain for as long as possible.  Then I went to the takeout place and had myself a Pu Pu Platter.  Went back to my house.  Still no one there so I hung out with my neighbor, Jimmy.  We watched cable and his daughter came over later.  Finally my folks came home and here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never going to waste my money on a convention again.  Not going tommorrow,  not going any other day.  Unless it's scheduled with an official website and everything is handled in a better way,  I'm not going.  To go through all this crap,  to go to a convention that wouldn't even have MR?  No thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could've been home, reading a book,  playing a video game,  or doing absolutely nothing.  I still would've had more fun.  Did I mention that my train stop was ten blocks off?  Just loverly.  I hate parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate parties.  I want that put on my tombstone..along with the pepperoni and sausage.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:journalfen.net:atom1:ladylynx:1215</id>
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    <title>I hate parties!!!</title>
    <published>2003-08-29T21:16:43Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-29T21:16:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So tommorrow is the beginning of Rosebuds Take Manhattan convention.  Oh gleeful joy.  :(  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I'd bring Krispy Kreme only because my mom said she could get a discount.  I did the adult thing.  I asked her about it first.  See,  she works payroll for Restaurants Association.  She can get a dozen for just $4.  Now she says she probably can't,  unless they'll let her call ahead or something.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now,  when I could've bought some damned Dunkin' Donuts a few blocks from my house,  I have to trek my ass down to Penn Station and buy them for $7.  Thank you, mom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's like,  "Well,  you can get some Entenmann's at the supermarket."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;I already fuckin' promised, mooommm!!!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've grown 3 zits on my chin.  I like barely ever get one zit,  even on my period.  Now I have 3?  Oh fuckin' loverly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go steam, wash and exfoliate now.  I better have a good day tommorrow and there better be lotsa chicken.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:journalfen.net:atom1:ladylynx:834</id>
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    <title>ladylynx @ 2003-08-28T15:34:00</title>
    <published>2003-08-28T19:43:09Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-28T19:43:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So the ex is late.  Big surprise.  Asshat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gradeafan sent me a convention t-shirt and a Lex keychain.  Excuse me while i go make out with it, shamelessly.  :p  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just about lost 50 pounds,  but i think I'll weigh myself Saturday morning before the convention.  I weighed myself like twice yesterday.  I don't want to go mad.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of madness,  I did a reading with the faeries.  They say I need to understand unconditional love.  I don't get it.  It's true.  I mean,  if someone hurts me enough,  they might as well feel my wrath, no?  Maybe it's an issue of self worth.  I dunno.  There's a few people in the world who love me that don't have a reason and it drives me mad trying to figure out why.  I mean,  loving someone without conditions..  I think I had that with Anders,  until he abused my understanding.  :/  I don't think it exists.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the ex showed up.  He seems behaved.  I may rest well now.  LOL.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:journalfen.net:atom1:ladylynx:581</id>
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    <title>ladylynx @ 2003-08-28T13:22:00</title>
    <published>2003-08-28T17:22:46Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-28T17:22:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I wish JournalFen had updating software already.  Maybe Lochjournal would work?  I hate Lochjournal though.  Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister hung out with her friend last night and her ex showed up.  They worked everything out.  While I'm glad things worked out,  I'm sort of not glad.  I guess maybe I just don't think he's good enough for her.  I suppose I just need to try and keep an open mind about it.  As long as he's not hurting her,  I suppose things should be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all,  it means her reading is going as planned.  Now that she's out of high school,  things are looking up. I'm glad.  I hate to see her all grumpy and mopey.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a bit worried about her getting drunk last night.  I mean,  she put herself in a few situations that could've turned out badly if she was with the wrong people.  :(  I have to trust in her judgement.</content>
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