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  <title>Confessions of a Browncoat Jedi</title>
  <subtitle>A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...</subtitle>
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    <name>Mittens no Hikari</name>
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  <updated>2038-01-19T03:14:07Z</updated>
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    <title>On Achievement</title>
    <published>2038-01-19T03:14:07Z</published>
    <updated>2038-01-19T03:14:07Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">It's been a while since I've written. Since that time, I turned down the newspaper position (though I'll continue to write stories for sports when needed, I'm really hoping to move to the features desk), and I only have a few regrets - mainly, that I took the easy way out. Who knows? I'm certainly glad not to have the newspaper looming over me almost every single night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a little bit messed up (and by "a little bit" I mean "extremely") - like I don't belong here. My usual self-esteem issues, and not something worth writing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However: I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; have &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; worth writing about. It happened several weeks ago, but the glow of the achievement still shines in every moment of my existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 101 Things to Do list has stalled a bit, though I guess that's natural at the beginning of the school year. But still, I've gotten a few things done: I started work at the Rep, I tried a Philly cheesesteak (which was delicious, by the way), I saw the first Rep show (so that I'm on track to see all six - Passion Play was great, by the way, though the symbolism got away from me a bit by the end). However, none of these can ever compare to my crowning glory, the one thing that had to be done for this to be a success. I achieved the unachievable, surmounted the insurmountable, and I did it right here in New Haven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have petted a llama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/mittensnohikari/pic/0000wzkc/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/mittensnohikari/pic/0000wzkc/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's even this sort of glow on my hair, do you see? No, that's not sunshine. It's a halo of victory.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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