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  <title>happiness is an emotion i was born into this world without</title>
  <subtitle>i can never be satiated</subtitle>
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    <name>the way your eyes shine</name>
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  <updated>2005-01-23T09:42:30Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:certainxlight:14372</id>
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    <title>long time no see</title>
    <published>2005-01-23T09:42:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-23T09:42:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Counting Crows</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, I haven't properly updated. I feel I only use this Livejournal as a moaning page. And today will be no exception. I'm fucking drained right now. My face feels and looks lifeless and my skin is becoming so see-through you can almost see what's going on inside. I stopped taking anything that would vaguely help me along and I've been sleeping more than usual. &lt;br /&gt;I'm so alone, I don't know who to trust anymore. I lap up the attention of so many others just to feel the slight sense of being wanted. I'm not homesick, I just miss normality, I miss the overwhelming feeling of waking up in the morning, and having something to wake up to...like a message or a missed call or maybe just a thought of being close with him. &lt;b&gt;I've never felt so distant&lt;/b&gt;. Not just from him, but from myself, from everyone. I can feel myself deteriorating and there's not a lot left I can do. I've adopted a bad attitude and it's so obvious. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we met up with some friends, and we had such a nice day. Everyone was getting along well and then it suddenly hit me just how fake we both were being. We were being civil to save the embarrassment of having a fight infront of what seemed to be a very happy couple. It's shit. I hate pretending that all's well when it blatantly isn't. &lt;br /&gt;I just need to see my mother, I need to feel real genuine love right now, which only she can give me. &lt;br /&gt;Not even the Counting Crows can save me now.... xx</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:certainxlight:14125</id>
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    <title>...</title>
    <published>2004-12-30T10:20:55Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-30T10:20:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I can't stop falling asleep&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm not very well, and there's no Al to cuddle me. &lt;br /&gt;I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;This is all too familiar&lt;br /&gt;x</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:certainxlight:13919</id>
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    <title>breath because it could be your last</title>
    <published>2004-10-16T20:49:16Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-16T20:49:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>eighteen visions</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm talking to my brother, and I keep on wanting to cry. He seems lonely, and so am I and I wish I could just close my eyes for a minute and pretend that I don't miss everything.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:certainxlight:13573</id>
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    <title>pathetic abusive female ready to break your heart.</title>
    <published>2004-08-04T18:25:21Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-04T18:34:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;How much longer will it take to cure this&lt;br /&gt;just to cure it cause I can't ignore it if it's love (love) &lt;br /&gt;makes me wanna turn around and face me&lt;br /&gt; but I don't know nothing 'bout love&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I woke up in a puddle full of tears on my pillow, and I didn't wake you. I told you that I loved you more than the world, and I didn't wake you. I stroked back your hair from your face and kissed you, and I didn't wake you. And even when I tripped slightly and hurt my foot and cried some more, I didn't wake you. Because now I know I don't want you to wake and see the real me anymore. And all this time I didn't know why I was crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could freeze-frame all the moments in my life they would be your face when we first met at the station. The glimmer of love and innocence in your eyes. You never knew I would take a knife to your heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snowy morning in the park where I spun around in circles in the snow and kissed you and we walked and held each other like we were acting out a scene in a movie.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The train station where we said our goodbyes and didn't know when we would see each other again. And as a single tear ran down my face and you wiped it away, I knew already you were dying inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The pictures stop here. All we know of is many a late night phone calls, tears and deceit where I kissed a stranger and broke your heart and we didnt speak.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The airport where we met again after so many months, and encountered so many meetings with complete strangers in between. I wasn't even sure it was you, you had changed so much. And I took your hand in mine and held it so strong because I never wanted to let go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loneliest flight in the world where I left my family behind and walked through a departure gate with 'silent night' playing in the background and my sister crying out that she hoped I'd have a nice christmas and that she loved me. When I got off the plane, there was nobody there to meet me, and for a split second I thought it was all a big joke, and all revenge for what I had done to you. and *click* there the picture is, the expression on my face as I sat on an airport seat and cried my fucking eyes out in my oh-so-pathetic world with silent night going around in my head over and over and over again. And the fucking guilt of everything I had done, everything I hadn't achieved and everyone I'd left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night you took me upstairs after work into a room I didn't recognize as my home still and held me by the hand and led me through a forest of lit candles in a heart shape on the floor, to a single rose. You got down on your knees and asked me to stay with you forever and I cried tears of happiness for the first time in my life and said I was yours always. It started getting serious from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next picture is so vague and full of so much, times you comforted me and we told each other we loved each other a thousand times. The times wee told each other we hated each other a million times and the things we lost in between the lines. Oh what could have been I'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last picture is of you, faded and torn at the sides where I have sunk my teeth into your fragile life and ripped it apart without a care. And in the picture there are tears, and you are crying and you have your hands over your face, hiding from something or someone. And I know it's the real you because inside, I'm killing you Or maybe I just don't know you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sad right now, I can't even face you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say it's over, it's over. But for now I'll keep on loving you as much as I can x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img14.photobucket.com/albums/v43/Poprocketsnnerds/122_2238.jpg" alt="title or description" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:certainxlight:13327</id>
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    <title>certainxlight @ 2004-07-05T17:56:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-05T16:57:38Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-05T16:57:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If it wasn't Kate, then it was Serena, then Sarah, then Cami and now fucking Lora. &lt;br /&gt;I can't help but think she's gonna start taking him away from me. She could make him fall in love with her you know? She was &lt;i&gt;all he ever wanted at one point&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:certainxlight:13105</id>
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    <title>certainxlight @ 2004-07-01T16:24:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-01T15:43:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-01T15:48:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>when you come back down</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you're flyin' high, take my heart along &lt;br /&gt;I'll be the harmony to every lonely song&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart and I can't even tell you. I can't even write I'm shaking so much at the thought this could actually be it. When I wake in the mornings you'll never know what it feels like to see someone lying next to you you're slowly killing inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I can't even say it's gonna be okay because I really don't think it will be. When did I stop being you're &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt;? I fell for you, I fell for you so badly. It may only be a relationship, but it's all I have, it's all I want. You're all I want, and I will never find what we had with anyone. You were the first person that I loved and who loved me, you made me giddy when you first kissed me, you were the first person I felt comfortable with and you made me complete. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(that snowy day in the park meant more than you think)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no Al&lt;br /&gt;There's no Lissy&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would always be Al &lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt; Lissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided our wedding outfits and our kids name's. Is it too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so different to how we thought it would be isn't it? I'm not a real person anymore, I'm a ghost walking around the house making you nervous from time to time, crying her &lt;i&gt;tragic mascara tears&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to make this decision. I can't live without you and as cliched as it is, I mean that more than I ever have before. I am &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; in love with you, I just can't show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x</content>
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    <title>missing you....</title>
    <published>2004-06-02T19:29:56Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-02T19:29:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the cure</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I wish I fucking understood. I hate that burning sensation when you're about to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst feeling in the world is feeling worthless. Even more when you have no direction and even more so the feeling of letting everyone down and everything around you fall to dust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it starts here, my mind choking by my heartstrings that are tangled in a mess on the floor. Bruised knees, where I've been trying to crawl after you in the dark and bloody hands where I tried to pick up the shattered remains of myself somewhere along the way. I grab at anything I can see, drag it down, hold onto as support and dig my nails right in. I end up breaking &lt;i&gt;them&lt;/i&gt; apart as well. And no matter how hard I try I can't seem to tape it all back up together, and make it presentable to give back to you to love like you have for so many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do know, that no matter how much of a mess I become, you &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; still love me, or will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead I hide it all away and cover up the scars and stains with a bit of paint and put a new cover on it so you wont know the difference. And I wont tell you anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now the paint is starting to peel away, and the covers are looking worn and burnt, you can see what's really underneath. And then I start to wonder will he still love me?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:certainxlight:12743</id>
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    <title>  "If you love somebody, let them go. If they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they ne</title>
    <published>2004-04-27T11:19:56Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-27T13:24:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>just like heaven (acoustic)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Did you ever discover something you didn't want to? Did you become who you feared to be? Did you ever learn to forgive someone? Did you ever really want me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a brat. I walk all over everyone without even giving a shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This situation isn't getting any better&lt;br /&gt;I see that look in yor eyes (the look in your eyes)&lt;br /&gt;You want to see a pretty face?&lt;br /&gt;There isn't anything wrong with giving up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       *********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever have a song that you listened to forever and then one day it suddenly hits you that that is the best fucking song written? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Show me how you do that trick&lt;br /&gt;The one that makes me scream she said&lt;br /&gt;The one that makes me laugh she said&lt;br /&gt;And threw her arms around my neck&lt;br /&gt;Show me how you do it&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you I promise that&lt;br /&gt;I’ll run away with you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll run away with you&lt;br /&gt;Spinning on that dizzy edge&lt;br /&gt;I kissed her face and kissed her head&lt;br /&gt;And dreamed of all the different ways I had&lt;br /&gt;To make her glow&lt;br /&gt;Why are you so far away? she said&lt;br /&gt;Why won’t you ever know that I’m in love with you&lt;br /&gt;That I’m in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;Soft and only&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;Lost and lonely&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;Strange as angels&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the deepest oceans&lt;br /&gt;Twisting in the water&lt;br /&gt;You’re just like a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daylight licked me into shape&lt;br /&gt;I must have been asleep for days&lt;br /&gt;And moving lips to breathe her name&lt;br /&gt;I opened up my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And found myself alone alone&lt;br /&gt;Alone above a raging sea&lt;br /&gt;That stole the only girl I loved&lt;br /&gt;And drowned her deep inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;Soft and only&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;Lost and lonely&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;Just like heaven&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Al and I are splitting up, due to my childish behaviour and constant attention seeking. He has too much stress with work going on without having to look after a four year old all the time. He's right I act like I'm four. He's the best thing that ever happened to me, the only person I can trust and feel comfortable with, I'll never find that again with anyone. And the worse thing is there's nobody else to blame except myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Little shivers shaking me everyday&lt;br /&gt;But I could get this same thing anywhere&lt;br /&gt;So if she goes away&lt;br /&gt;well it's alright and I'm ok&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't destroy me</content>
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    <title>certainxlight @ 2004-03-29T18:31:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-29T17:31:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-29T17:31:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;what are you all about?&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:certainxlight:12169</id>
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    <title>no cure for the pure</title>
    <published>2004-03-16T19:14:14Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-16T19:14:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">today was such a great day. Me and Al went out for lunch and did a bit of shopping, it was a pretty average day but it happened to be the most gorgeous day ive seen for such a long time. When we got back we both sat outside on the balcony and chatted for a bit, then he hooked up the internet so I could use the laptop on the balcony. So I've just spent the past hour out there chatting to old friends from guernsey and it was so nice. The sun's gone down and It's getting cold so I came back in. I feel really positive about stuff today, it's been a great day. I don't realise how lucky I am sometimes, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/dashguitargirl/1075849464_ochaatreyu.JPG" border="0" alt="atreyu"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Atreyu is writing your life story! dark, loud and&lt;br&gt;grand, but you may want to rethink the whole&lt;br&gt;obsessed with death thing. and the black&lt;br&gt;eyeliner. yick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/dashguitargirl/quizzes/Which%20Band%20Is%20Writing%20Your%20Life&amp;#39;s%20Story%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Band Is Writing Your Life's Story?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/CradleToEnslave77/1072673867_esdaveygrl.jpg" border="0" alt="davey havok"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are that Sorrow-ful Davey Havok of AFI..Ooh..so&lt;br&gt;beautiful..and just dancing through Sunday.&lt;br&gt;East Bay Hardcore 4 Life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/CradleToEnslave77/quizzes/!!What%20Vocalist%20Are%20You%3F!/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;!!What Vocalist Are You?!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;alriiiiight</content>
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    <title>certainxlight @ 2004-03-08T11:12:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-08T11:29:08Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-08T11:29:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the blood brothers</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I feel like I hardly know you anymore, I feel like I hardly know myself. You don't let me in like you used to, and I'll continually keep on reading your journals and pretending I know what you are talking about when I really don't have a clue. It's lost its magic? We've lost our magic? I'll always automatically think that the problems are directly related to you and I because I hate the way things have become with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's too much stress, too much fucking ridiculous arguments about money and who's going to do the fucking dishes. But it's not what it's really all about is it? You're fucking angry with me all the time, and it's making me so miserable. I'm careless with money, yes, I could be more considerate and stop acting like a twelve year old, yes...but for fuck sake stop pushing me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I am doing at all anymore, and the only thing that's stopping me from going completely fucking crazy is I know that somewhere, under your new tough exterior is a warm, decent person who actually does love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of fucking sleepless nights, and restless mornings wondering whether today is gonna be one of our ever-so-rare 'good days'. You think i'm sensitive with a capital P (pathetic) well maybe I am but at least that's my way of showing how I feel. I hardly saw you at all last week, and it was strange but nice because when we finally got to see each other it meant so much more. Take a break from what you've been doing for hours once in a while, sit down with me and ask me how my fucking day has been before I start to think that you just don't give a shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now read this, take this in and interpret it how you want (probably wrongly) and we'll have another argument if you want..&lt;br /&gt;just remember it has taken a lifetime for us to get together, it takes five minutes to show me that you love me.</content>
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    <title>certainxlight @ 2004-02-26T12:56:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-26T12:57:29Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-26T13:02:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>from autumn to ashes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">last night I saw from Autumn to Ashes at the garage in London. It was fucking great. The support wasn't too bad either. Cry For Silence were on first who were quite tight and Boys Night Out were on second, who fucking sucked. They were like punk rock/hardcore....oh yes it does exsist, and the lead singer looked like Fred Durst. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Al's friend Camille last night who was cute and very short. We hung by the bar for the support. Ben was coming onto Hayley so much, and she was fucking lapping it up. She's such a little tart haha. Peewee came dressed in disguise wearing a beanie really low on his head so nobody would recognise him and beat the shit outta him (story with him is he's created a lot of shit at a load of shows by trashing the place and now everyone's out to get him). Carly, Jess and Lee were there too, and it was quite cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Autumn to Ashes came on and fucking blew me away. Tight as fuck even though the sound was a little shit. The lead singer reminds me of my uncle a little, I dunno why, maybe they're the same age group haha. The drummer who also sings backing vocals was fucking awesome. We were kinda near the front at the side for it, just behind the pit. It was cool. Just towards the end I saw some girls push two of their other girlfriends into the pit, which was a fucking stupid idea seeing as they were all beating the shit out of each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a really nice FATA t-shirt last night, it's a really nice fit. Most of the designs for FATA were fucking awful. The only really nice designs was the one I got, and the CFS ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show finished quite early, earlier than I expected I guess. Was so fucking knackered when we got on the train. Carly got a train back with Ben and Peewee in the end to Hayward's Heath 'cause Ben was driving back from there, so me, Al and Hayley got the train back together. I saw Lyndsay(girl from work)'s boyfriend at the station, wasn't actually sure it was him, until we got on the train and Al saw his mate wearing a Jersey badge. I'm now convinced he thinks I'm fucking insane. We were talking so much shit on the way home and trying to figure out various kiddy programme theme tunes which yes, involved singing. We had to walk through a scary park on the way home and I swear I stepped on a snake....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, overall it was a fucking wicked night. Gotta be at work in an hour :(&lt;br /&gt;xXx</content>
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    <title>ow ow ow ow</title>
    <published>2004-02-19T16:46:16Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-19T16:46:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the distillers</lj:music>
    <content type="html">just a quick update:&lt;br /&gt;*Alasdair proposed to me on Valentine's Day&lt;br /&gt;*Al bought me a rose, a black boned corset with pink bows and matching underwear and a really nice bra, an engagement ring and a coheed and cambria zipped hoody, nice....&lt;br /&gt;*Just had to have my lip re-pierced by Quentin because work made me take it out, and I swear to god it hurt more than actually having it done&lt;br /&gt;*I spent 3 hours tidying the house this morning&lt;br /&gt;*From Autumn to Ashes is on Wednesday and we still don't have tickets&lt;br /&gt;*My mum's coming over at the end of March&lt;br /&gt;*we saw the distillers in brixton last week, and my god brody is so hot and is not as butch live as I imagined&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>certainxlight @ 2004-02-12T14:20:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-12T14:54:35Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-12T14:54:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">stolen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/novemberhorse/1047168468_esktopseer.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8938884)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Seer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/novemberhorse/quizzes/The%20ULTIMATE%20personality%20test/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;The ULTIMATE personality test&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>certainxlight @ 2004-02-03T11:35:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-03T11:58:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-03T11:58:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1) Using band names, spell out your name&lt;br /&gt;A FI&lt;br /&gt;L eftover Crack&lt;br /&gt;I nternational Noise Conspiracy&lt;br /&gt;C oheed and Cambria&lt;br /&gt;I dlewild&lt;br /&gt;A merican Nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B lood Brothers&lt;br /&gt;R efused&lt;br /&gt;O peration Ivy&lt;br /&gt;W hite Zombie&lt;br /&gt;N orma Jean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Have you ever had a song written about you? I think so but probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What song makes you cry? Track 7 on Portishead album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What song makes you happy? ska wars by Capdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What do you like to listen to before bed? Counting Crows and Coheed and Cambria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PT. II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a p p e a r a n c e&lt;br /&gt;HEIGHT: 5'4"&lt;br /&gt;HAIR COLOR: black&lt;br /&gt;SKIN COLOR: pale or porcelin beauty as Al just said HAHA&lt;br /&gt;EYE COLOR: green&lt;br /&gt;PIERCINGS: stretched ears, nose, tongue and side lip&lt;br /&gt;TATTOOS: not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r i g h t n o w&lt;br /&gt;WHAT COLOR PANTS ARE YOU WEARING?: grey turn-ups&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SONG ARE YOU LISTENING TO?: Michael Jackson......??&lt;br /&gt;WHAT TASTE IS IN YOUR MOUTH?: crumpets&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE WEATHER LIKE?: grey and cloudy&lt;br /&gt;HOW ARE YOU? baring up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d o y o u&lt;br /&gt;GET MOTION SICKNESS?: on boats I have once, when I got stuck in Guernsey harbour coming back from France&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A BAD HABIT?: oh yes....several&lt;br /&gt;GET ALONG WITH YOUR PARENTS?: yeah lately&lt;br /&gt;LIKE TO DRIVE?: ...people mad? shopping trolleys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f a v o r i t e s&lt;br /&gt;TV SHOW: viva la bam&lt;br /&gt;CONDITIONER: herabl essences&lt;br /&gt;BOOK: white oleander - janet fitch, Mr. Nice - Howard Marks&lt;br /&gt;MAGAZINE: err don't read magazines much anymore...I think porn's funny&lt;br /&gt;NON-ALCOHOLIC DRINK: diet coke&lt;br /&gt;ALCOHOLIC DRINK: peach schnapps and lemonade or stella&lt;br /&gt;THING TO DO ON THE WEEKEND: get fucking hammered&lt;br /&gt;BAND OR GROUP or SINGER or RAPPER: from autumn to ashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h a v e y o u&lt;br /&gt;BROKEN THE LAW: yes &lt;br /&gt;RAN AWAY FROM HOME: yes&lt;br /&gt;SNUCK OUT OF THE HOUSE: yes&lt;br /&gt;EVER GONE SKINNY DIPPING: no&lt;br /&gt;MADE A PRANK PHONE CALL: yes&lt;br /&gt;EVER TIPPED OVER A PORTA POTTY: no&lt;br /&gt;USED YOUR PARENTS' CREDIT CARD BEFORE: without telling them? yes&lt;br /&gt;SKIPPED SCHOOL BEFORE: loads&lt;br /&gt;FELL ASLEEP IN THE SHOWER/BATH: yes in the bath and I went like a prune&lt;br /&gt;BEEN IN A SCHOOL PLAY: oh yes &lt;br /&gt;LET A FRIEND CRY ON YOUR SHOULDER: guess so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l o v e&lt;br /&gt;BOYFRIEND: For the time being&lt;br /&gt;GIRLFRIEND: that too&lt;br /&gt;SEXUALITY: depends on the weather&lt;br /&gt;CHILDREN: what about them? pains in the arse&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT CRUSH: johnny depp ha&lt;br /&gt;BEEN IN LOVE?: ya&lt;br /&gt;HAD A HARD TIME GETTING OVER SOMEONE: yes&lt;br /&gt;BEEN HURT?: all the time&lt;br /&gt;YOUR GREATEST REGRET: raaaaaaaaaaaaaar&lt;br /&gt;GONE OUT WITH A SOMEONE YOU ONLY KNEW FOR THREE DAYS: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r a n d o m&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HAVE A JOB: coffee thingy&lt;br /&gt;YOUR CD PLAYER HAS IN IT RIGHT NOW: portishead&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?: purrrrple!!!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY?: music + al + crumpets&lt;br /&gt;WHO MAKES YOU THE HAPPIEST?: al. see also: saddest.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE NEXT CD YOU'RE GONNA GET?: these qus. succccccccck&lt;br /&gt;WHO DO YOU CONSIDER GOOD FRIENDS?: the only good friend is yourself&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO?: get wasted, get fucking drunk, smash things, take drugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w h e n / w h a t w a s t h e l a s t&lt;br /&gt;TIME YOU CRIED?: last night&lt;br /&gt;YOU GOT A REAL LETTER?: a week ago&lt;br /&gt;YOU GOT E-MAIL: yesterday&lt;br /&gt;THING YOU PURCHASED: white and green dunlop shoes&lt;br /&gt;TV PROGRAM YOU WATCHED: cribs&lt;br /&gt;MOVIE YOU SAW AT THE THEATER: terminator 3 why I dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y o u r t h o u g h t s o n&lt;br /&gt;ABORTION: dunno&lt;br /&gt;TEENAGE SMOKING: their own choice&lt;br /&gt;SPICE GIRLS: rich bitches&lt;br /&gt;DREAMS: I don't have them much anymore</content>
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    <title>certainxlight @ 2004-01-25T20:41:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-25T21:06:59Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-25T21:06:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wow two entries in one day, we are getting geeky now. &lt;br /&gt;It struck me today, how terribly fucking lucky I am. I have a loving family who supported me through everything I went through with getting here, a wonderful group of friends who accepted me and made me feel welcome when I knew no-one, a fucking awesome flat that everyone loves coming to and a fucking rad boyfriend. Jesus, can't believe I just used the word rad. Through all the fucking hassle and moaning i've been doing, although I may not be entirely happy, I'm so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've waited for this moment all my life and more&lt;/i&gt; and nothing can ruin this now. Our relationship has changed so much, even in the last few hours, it's always changing. We've grown together, moulded together and our grip gets stronger each day. I never have sleepless nights, because I know I am safe. I never feel alone or empty because I have you holding my mind together and I'm not scared of the strength of this relationship anymore and where it's heading because I welcome our future together with open arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the emo bullshit now.&lt;br /&gt;Al thanks for getting your dick pierced I &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; appreciate it.</content>
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    <title>certainxlight @ 2004-01-25T10:13:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-25T10:26:59Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-25T11:41:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>brand new</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;table border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;My life has been rated:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bart666.com/projects/movierating/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.bart666.com/projects/movierating/img/15.gif" alt="Click to find out your rating!" width="46" height="46"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bart666.com/projects/movierating/"&gt;See what your rating is!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;wow, I looked outside today and there was snow on the car in front of the flat. It snowed last January around this time, when I met up with Al in London, but before then I don't think I saw snow for about 13 years. Apparantly it's supposed to snow this week which would be awesome. I phoned my mum this morning and told her Al got his PA done....she wasn't impressed. I slipped into conversation a comment about Al and I getting married, that didn't go down too well at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's in bed at the minute. I just walked out and slammed the door because he said that I constantly woke him up in the mornings and he stayed tired for the whole day. I think he forgets that it's my bedroom too and that I need to use it as much as he does, which will involve walking in and out a lot, at least I'm trying to be quiet. On the other hand, apparantly it's alright for him to wake me up 2 or 3 hours after I've gone to sleep when I have work the next day early, just so he can ask whether I'm still awake or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a pretty shit day. It felt weird, just the whole atmosphere like there was a big black cloud over the whole day. I think the fact that Alasdair got a PA done didn't help: I wasn't keen on the idea at all. My moodiness is becoming a joke in this relationship. I'm taking it out on Al when it's not even his fault and I can't help it. It must be so frustrating for him not to be able to talk to me or communicate. I'm hard to communicate with at the best of times, but in the frame of mind that I'm usually in it would be twice as hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe comes over on Thursday. I feel bad because I'm taking the day off work today with supposed "food-poisoning", and with my current money situation it's probably not the best of ideas. I have about £150 to last me nearly six weeks. Maybe things will be okay when Chloe 's over&lt;br /&gt;x</content>
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    <title>certainxlight @ 2004-01-24T22:40:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-24T22:42:23Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-24T22:42:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">alriiiiiiight al got his dick pierced.&lt;br /&gt;I went sexy underwear shopping and found a black silk corset for £2....so hot&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed x</content>
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    <title>most recent drunk update</title>
    <published>2004-01-24T00:43:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-24T00:43:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">01. If you could be called any name in the world what would it be? probably heather&lt;br /&gt;02. What attracts you most to the opposite sex? eyes and hair&lt;br /&gt;03. What body part would you change if you could? stomach and nose&lt;br /&gt;04. Would you ever consider having sex with a member of the same sex if you knew you would become a millionaire out of it? yeah&lt;br /&gt;05. What colour are your eyes? green&lt;br /&gt;06. What colour are your pubes? lame&lt;br /&gt;07. What would be your all time fantasy? meh outdoors&lt;br /&gt;08. What size feet do you have? 7.&lt;br /&gt;09. If your best mate's boy/girl came on to you would you push her/him away? well i dunno &lt;br /&gt;10. What do you most get irritated over? attention seekers&lt;br /&gt;11. What's your favourite song? mmm autumn defence - from autumn to ashes&lt;br /&gt;12. Favourite type of crisps? plain&lt;br /&gt;13. Favourite type of animal? dogs&lt;br /&gt;14. Greatest fear? heights&lt;br /&gt;15. What cant you live without? music&lt;br /&gt;16. Favourite comedy programme? the office&lt;br /&gt;17. Favourite actor? thora birch&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you like filling these out? No&lt;br /&gt;19. Favourite holiday destination? mmm Californa given half the chance&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you believe in God? No.&lt;br /&gt;21. What's your view on religion? meh i dunno&lt;br /&gt;22. Comedy/horror films? comedy&lt;br /&gt;23. Favourite person to talk to online? geoff or matt&lt;br /&gt;24. Best friend? mm a few people&lt;br /&gt;25. Cutest friend? carly&lt;br /&gt;26. Funniest friend? matt&lt;br /&gt;27. Weirdest? janey&lt;br /&gt;28. Stupidness? err?&lt;br /&gt;29. What's your personal opinion on the person who sent you this? meh30. Person you most dislike? meh&lt;br /&gt;31. Storms - scary&lt;br /&gt;32. Favourite hobby? music&lt;br /&gt;33. Ever been in love? yeah&lt;br /&gt;34. All time favourite sweets? polos&lt;br /&gt;35. Favourite smells? vanilla&lt;br /&gt;36. Favourite alcoholic drink? archers and lemonade&lt;br /&gt;37. Radio or TV? TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im too drunk and i jsut got told off x</content>
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    <title>certainxlight @ 2004-01-17T12:17:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-17T12:25:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-17T12:25:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>from autumn to ashes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I hate my job. I had a nine and a half hour shift the other day with a twenty minute break. There's too many gigs on, Beecher and Norma Jean, Give up the Ghost, From Autumn to Ashes and The Distillers, and I have no money and no time off work. &lt;br /&gt;Al wants his friend Sarah to come stay for a few days from the internet. He always seems to have indepth conversations with her, unlike he does with me, and she seems to interesting. It's not that I wouldn't trust him, it's just I wouldn't be happy with the situation knowing that when I've gone to bed he'll still be up chatting with her about everything, or when I'm at work knowing they're out together. She's very clever I think, I'd probably feel inferior to her. I'm not happy about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus Chloe is coming over in a week or so I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired and I have to work until 8:00 tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I really need to cry</content>
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    <title>certainxlight @ 2004-01-08T20:05:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-08T21:03:00Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-08T21:03:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>nothing anymore</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;there was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more than to feel you deep in my heart there was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more than to never feel the breaking apart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems pointless even writing here. I feel like I have to be careful what I say now, just because I know when each of us reads each others journals, we'll have to face one another after. I watched you type your entry the other night, squinting at blurred words on the screen, trying to make out what you were typing. I bet you're watching me now too aren't you? I keep on pausing, staring out into the reflection of you in the window. How could you write with such ease? And so word perfect. I know you don't like me complimenting your writing, so I'll stop.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's so much different to what I expected it to be. I never did listen to your warnings, or maybe I just don't listen at all. I don't even know where to start with it all. I'm trying to think carefully so there's no arguments. Living apart was fucking shit, and the dream of living together was all too perfect for me. I wouldn't go back to tearful phone calls at 3am and painful memories of the past(which of us will let go first?) But it's hard being together after so long, at last. Neither of us talk enough, neither of us listen....in one ear and out the other, right? Don't think I'm perfect, you know it's not true and i'm in fact, far from it. Right now things are ok, &lt;i&gt;right now&lt;/i&gt;. I just got a job, you made me dinner, I spoke to my mum tonight, things are ok. But one little word, one misinterpretation of something and we're back to square one. I hate the shouting, I hate the crying and hot mornings of waking up in a bed I'd rather not be in at that moment in time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes I know I'm wrong, out-of-order, whatever. And no matter how many letters I write, how many sorrys and 'I-will-change-i-promise-this-time's, i wont, not until my attitude changes. The stress of moving and being away from home has defiantly got to me, and I shouldn't take it out on you. I need you to be more supportive. It's the little things that annoy you? moving your things? making out you don't pull your weight around the house? I'm sorry I touched your stuff but I can't live in mess. You know I'll compromise. Please be more understanding, I know you're trying but I'm a difficult girl. Open up more....we both should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you know i do all of this for you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say I pin things on you that aren't your fault, well sometimes I feel like that. Sometimes you lash out when others are around, sometimes when we're alone. You say I'm being shitty, maybe I am or maybe I can't let my feelings out. I woke up one morning a few days ago and gazed at you sleeping, hair fallen on your eyes, perfect face. I remembered little things about you, the way you &lt;i&gt;made&lt;i&gt; me feel, the strength in your words, walks on the beach, singing down the phone, better times. And I remembered the man that I feel in love with, a strong, passionate, warm, beautiful person. Those things about you will never change. No matter how many fights we have, no matter what happens we'll always have memories which will remind us of why we are together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont say I can change, because you know I wont. But I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Remembering &lt;br /&gt;You fallen into my arms &lt;br /&gt;Crying for the death of your heart &lt;br /&gt;You were stone white &lt;br /&gt;So delicate &lt;br /&gt;Lost in the cold &lt;br /&gt;You were always so lost in the dark &lt;br /&gt;Remembering &lt;br /&gt;You how you used to be &lt;br /&gt;Slow drowned &lt;br /&gt;You were angels &lt;br /&gt;So much more than everything &lt;br /&gt;Hold for the last time then slip away quietly &lt;br /&gt;Open my eyes &lt;br /&gt;But I never see anything &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I'd thought of the right words &lt;br /&gt;I could have held on to your heart &lt;br /&gt;If only I'd thought of the right words &lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be breaking apart &lt;br /&gt;All my pictures of you &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>get it on the floor</title>
    <published>2004-01-03T16:16:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-03T16:18:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>cky documentary on tv</lj:music>
    <content type="html">so ive moved in.&lt;br /&gt;the flat fucking rocks but things between me and al are pretty hard at the minute.&lt;br /&gt;had a huge fuck off party on new years and the flat got trashed, the nice new carpet that had been put down before we moved in, now has stains all over it and the balcony just disappeared under the amount of fag butts and what looked like someone's vomit (apparantly i was wrong).&lt;br /&gt;im getting on really well with hayley the flat mate which is cool. last night i went to jt's new flat and ended up having a really good talk with him, which was cool. i've managed to make a few really cool friends since ive moved over. Carly for one and tobi who are both really nice and various other people i seem to have bumped into at various places.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from a few ups and downs i've fitted in okay with people.&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting pretty wrecked and emotional though which may be why there has been a lot of problems with me and al. Apparantly I only let out how I really feel when Im drunk, which i suppose has some truth to it.&lt;br /&gt;I still dont have a job, i just applied for a job at cafe nero which sounds promising....and due to unemployment and christmas time we've all become addicted to Futurama and crumpets..&lt;br /&gt;cable comes on tuesday&lt;br /&gt;al's birthday on monday&lt;br /&gt;and my money's running out and im worried.&lt;br /&gt;lissy</content>
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    <title>ahoy!!</title>
    <published>2003-12-18T15:28:59Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-18T15:32:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">01. i love purple and black or red and black together&lt;br /&gt;02. i like to fall asleep in front of the gas fire&lt;br /&gt;03. i love sugary tea&lt;br /&gt;04. i talk too much&lt;br /&gt;05. i'm selfish&lt;br /&gt;06. i think ska girls are cute&lt;br /&gt;07. i don't like people who try too hard&lt;br /&gt;08. i dont like girls who are pretty and skinny&lt;br /&gt;09. i'm really jealous&lt;br /&gt;10. i drink very little, but when i do i wont stop&lt;br /&gt;11. i get paranoid about everything&lt;br /&gt;12. i would love to be a famous pianist&lt;br /&gt;13. i think katie-jane garside is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;14. i just lost my job at a record shop&lt;br /&gt;15. i'm pretty pathetic&lt;br /&gt;16. i don't like drum'n'bass anymore&lt;br /&gt;17. i'm easily irritated&lt;br /&gt;18. i'm irritating&lt;br /&gt;19. i have big green eyes&lt;br /&gt;20. i have the side of my lip, my nose and tongue pierced&lt;br /&gt;21. i think guys with black hair and nice eyes are hot&lt;br /&gt;22. i dont like my aunt and uncle&lt;br /&gt;23. i'm paranoid about putting on weight but i'll never diet&lt;br /&gt;24. i'm weird&lt;br /&gt;25. i think my boyfriend thinks i have a screw loose&lt;br /&gt;26. i'm lazy&lt;br /&gt;27. i don't think before i open my mouth&lt;br /&gt;28. i love my mother&lt;br /&gt;29. i love helping people&lt;br /&gt;30. i regret stretching my ears slightly&lt;br /&gt;31. i think my boyfriend is too intelligent for me.&lt;br /&gt;32. i get addicted to the internet easily&lt;br /&gt;33. i love making new friends&lt;br /&gt;34. i don't like most people&lt;br /&gt;35. i'm two-faced&lt;br /&gt;36. i start arguments for the hell of it&lt;br /&gt;37. i like pinstripes and rolled up trousers together&lt;br /&gt;38. i'm childish&lt;br /&gt;39. I think i'm overweight&lt;br /&gt;40. i crave attention&lt;br /&gt;41. i have a big problem with shoes but i hate feet&lt;br /&gt;42. i think i'm an amazing singer when i'm not all that much&lt;br /&gt;43. i ruined my voice through smoking&lt;br /&gt;44. i have no money&lt;br /&gt;45. i don't drive&lt;br /&gt;46. i love eyes, i get obsessed with big eyes&lt;br /&gt;47. i seem weird and stupid when i first meet people &lt;br /&gt;48. i like hardcore&lt;br /&gt;49. i want to go to Tokyo&lt;br /&gt;50. i'm careless with money&lt;br /&gt;51. i miss becky&lt;br /&gt;52. i hate day-time television&lt;br /&gt;53. i used to be obsessed with Hanson&lt;br /&gt;54. i'm hyperactive and loud&lt;br /&gt;55. i love white wine&lt;br /&gt;56. i like co-ordinating things&lt;br /&gt;57. i'm disorganised&lt;br /&gt;58. i wear too much eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;59. i hate the Matrix&lt;br /&gt;60. i wish i hadn't dyed my hair black&lt;br /&gt;61. i wish things were easier&lt;br /&gt;62. i miss everyone and i haven't even left yet&lt;br /&gt;63. i'm a snob&lt;br /&gt;64. i hate tuna&lt;br /&gt;65. i love toasted sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;66. im a geek&lt;br /&gt;67. i hate ex girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;68. i wish i had bigger boobs&lt;br /&gt;69. i think christina aguilera is a ho&lt;br /&gt;70. im a vegetarian&lt;br /&gt;71. i love the counting crows&lt;br /&gt;72. i hate the red hot chilli peppers&lt;br /&gt;73. i like getting text messages with lyrics in them&lt;br /&gt;74. i like 3am phonecalls&lt;br /&gt;75. i hope everything works out&lt;br /&gt;76. i like punk&lt;br /&gt;77. i believe in a god&lt;br /&gt;78. i dont like it when people aren't polite&lt;br /&gt;79. i hate it when people say my name wrong&lt;br /&gt;80. i fucking love pirates &lt;br /&gt;81. i hate crying&lt;br /&gt;82. i hate arguements on the phone&lt;br /&gt;83. i don't have sky or a dvd player&lt;br /&gt;84. i think girls who walk around in mini skirts in winter are sluts&lt;br /&gt;85. i hate heights&lt;br /&gt;86. i hate the dark&lt;br /&gt;87. i hate being out of control&lt;br /&gt;88. i wear my trousers/shorts too baggy&lt;br /&gt;89. i love stella artois&lt;br /&gt;90. i want a marilyn monroe piercing&lt;br /&gt;91. i think Janet Fitch is a great writer&lt;br /&gt;92. i like clothes with skulls and crossbones on&lt;br /&gt;93. i want a skye terrier&lt;br /&gt;94. if i have a girl i'll call it Amelia&lt;br /&gt;95. i like being drunk&lt;br /&gt;96. i hate my teeth&lt;br /&gt;97. i like my lj layout&lt;br /&gt;98. i like leopard print&lt;br /&gt;99. i don't feel any support from my friends&lt;br /&gt;100. i'm gonna miss ryan and neil the most</content>
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    <title>certainxlight @ 2003-12-18T14:12:00</title>
    <published>2003-12-18T14:34:41Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-18T14:39:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>finding nemo</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today is fucking freezing. I even started doing exercise to get warmer! Shock shock horror!&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;b&gt;Fashion Rocks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; For the Prince's Trust&lt;/i&gt; this morning, and Jay Kay from jamiroquai was on it, and I just realized how fucking cool he is...and hot! Could be the start of some strange obsession. I just painted my toenails and fingernails turquoise colour, and it looks hawt! I've pretty much packed everything to go now, apart from a few bits and pieces her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out last night with Roo, Nat, Robyn and Sophie for a drink and it was so boring. I have nothing in common with them now I've left school. Tonight I'm seeing dad, hopefully he'll give me the money for Christmas. My money situation is pretty bad at the moment, work are refusing to pay me for the time off ive had even though I had a sick note. And they're also deducting a days work because I said i'd stay until the end of december...and I'm not. So it works out that I should have about £800 to take if I'm lucky, as opposed to £1000. That means I have to get a job within two months. I'm just gonna look for office work. Al had such a moan at me the other day about work. Apparently, because they didn't give me advanced notice of me leaving, legally they have to pay the time they told me to go, to the time I was meant to go. It would only be two days but thats £100...but I don't think I'll get it. So I am losing out on quite a bit. I guess I'll just have to wait until tomorrow to get the money and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually looking forward to moving away loads now! I know Christmas wont be perfect, but I'll be with Al so that's good. Hayley's got two weeks off work which will be cool and gimme time to get to know her more! And New Years Eve will rock no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing Ryan and Simon tommorow night hopefully, and Neil I think. Sophie's taking me out on Saturday night and she's paying for &lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt;. Thank god for rich girlfriends, haha. But Neil wants me to go to his work meal with him, so I don't know if I will go to that and then go in after wards. Sunday all the family are coming around to say goodbye. Well when I say all the family I mean Andrew and Christina etc, Mark and Debs forgot my birthday, so I doubt they'll remember me leaving...I don't know if they actually know I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'M STILL WAITING FOR MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT, CALL YOURSELF FAMILY....??&lt;/b&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's just bought Finding Nemo on DVD so we're watching that. There's a little blue fish on it who said something like,&lt;i&gt;"I'm a natural blue"&lt;/i&gt;...haha reminds me of Chloe! Guy goes to see Metallica tonight so this will be the last time I see him before I move :(&lt;br /&gt;He'll have no-one to pick on now&lt;br /&gt;xlissyx</content>
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    <title>certainxlight @ 2003-12-17T13:53:00</title>
    <published>2003-12-17T14:08:31Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-17T14:11:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>being subjected to mark and guy,this level has to be illegal</lj:music>
    <content type="html">And so we come to the end of the chapter, the beginning of the next. The final episode of years of sleepless nights and laughter keeping us awake by a voice on the other side of the world(so it may seem). A crack in the blinds of the windows, where the 5am sunshine creeped in and seeped through our sleepy eyes that haven't yet been shut from the night before. And as we talk, we remember walks in the snow, showers of paper at the station and broken hearts every night for the rest of our lives. And then we hang up. 6am and the house is stirring, we are sleeping. Smiling in our sleep, comfort in our thoughts, stars always in our eyes, eyes for just each other.&lt;br /&gt;And everytime we argue I remember the sleepless nights, not from a voice the other side of the world, not a blissful rememberance of memories, but nights of crying into pillows, razor blades and strawberry gashes in our heads and any drugs we could find. And I realise, how I cannot ever be right. No matter what happens, no matter what I say to you, do to you, I will always be the one in the wrong. Because I made the mistakes, I made the errors in the past. And that's the way it'll always be.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.....&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I'm happy as we are. Almost a couple</content>
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