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Meimi. 16. Fangirl. Soul owned by CLAMP.

Sparkling at friends, Mitsuwa, drawing, yaoi and shounen-ai, fangirlism as a way of life
Listening to Subaru and Seishirou Love Mix CD from Les
Wishes to stalk Imonoyama Nokoru, Seguchi Touma, Souma Yuki, Souma Ayame, Souma Akito, Sei-chan, Sakurazukamori Subaru, Ishida Yamato, Ichijouji Ken.
Or with less enthusiasm Kusakabe Maron, Kaoru Kozue, Sumeragi Hokuto, Ohkawa Utako, Sakurazuka Setsuka, Souryu Asuka Langley.
AIM at KSaintTail
Layout is Subaru and Seishirou from X. Song is "Ghost of You and Me" by Bbmak, lyrics are here.

-maybe tomorrow
-strawberry moon
-winter fall

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allegretto
applesauce
atashi.blog
aqua stranger
basic black
cat's delicacy
chicken scratch
chiratsuku
den of otakudom
disintegration
dreams of sakura
eyes unclouded
faded memories
freetalk
fuuma's shoes
Øgravity
green tea ice cream
headphones save lives
illegible scribbles
inner quiet outer turmoil
kaijuu ga iru
kudaranai
kyoko
legal alien
lime rain
logic and chaos
one dimensional
pensieve
technomancy
the bishounen diaries
the letters from no one
tokyo darling
tsubasa
uncommon
valhalla
which way is up?
winnow in thy abraxas
bell
jin
sarah
shi-chan
AA-YA!!! *cue fangirl squeaks*
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. Monday, July 22, 2002
*giggles*

I've been awake for... *checks* oh hell, I'm not coherant enough to subtract, but a few hours off twenty-four, anyway. Twenty-one, that's it.

See, I finally decided to get the page for strawberrymoon.net running - if anyone's ever bothered to check, there's nothing there and hasn't been since I bought it. Since I got it about six months ago, there's really no excuse. And so around midnight, I yelled to myself, "I'll do the layout and then HTML when I get up tomorrow!"

But the layout only took about an hour and a half, and so I figured, well, why not HTML it really fast and then sleep? Oh, you all know how the story goes. Around two AM nobody can code properly, and there's always one disgustingly simple mistake (in this case it was sizing tables) that, while easily caught and correctable at bright hours of the day, causes the writer to squint and curse at the screen for forty minutes straight in small hours of the morning.

I really was about to go to sleep after I fixed it (around three-thirty), but then I checked it in Netscape and it didn't work. Another twenty minutes screeching at the screen, and I finally said, forget it, my sleep schedule was already messed up anyhow, let's just get the whole silly thing together.

So, back to finish. And when I finish, I'm taking a nap.

Following footsteps down the hall @ 07:59 a.m.