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  <title>My Place of  Rambling</title>
  <subtitle>Beware the Orange</subtitle>
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    <name>cait_rose</name>
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  <updated>2009-09-02T01:13:55Z</updated>
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    <title>So, yeah</title>
    <published>2009-09-02T01:13:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-02T01:13:55Z</updated>
    <category term="and everything"/>
    <content type="html">I'm still alive, just terrible at remembering to post. I'm forgetful that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm halfway through my second year of uni, and as of yesterday, spring has sprung (thank god, summer is coming soon!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not unemployed anymore, I now have TWO jobs, as well as studying full time - I promise I'll do a big post later, but this is the rough update!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I should be cleaning for the cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is everyone??&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cait_rose:7877</id>
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    <title>Blargh to essays</title>
    <published>2008-11-01T07:09:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-01T07:09:28Z</updated>
    <category term="life"/>
    <lj:music>thunder</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Freaking out a bit here. Uni has almost finished, we've got a few weeks left including SWOTVac, and stuff. I think I'm okay on the prac sides of things, except for the self portrait, stretcher for the night scene, and aquiring a large lump of silver for jewellery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hate writing essays. I really loathe them, to the very depths of...me. I&amp;nbsp;can't stand them. I freak out when I write them, I think this has something to do with my life going down the gurgler a few months ago, when I was writing essays. My counsellor says I now subconciously think that essays and bad things go together. I don't think I just think that, I'm pretty sure I&amp;nbsp;know it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;better get back to it or i will fail&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;write something more coherent later.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cait_rose:7589</id>
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    <title>eep</title>
    <published>2008-07-29T05:05:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-29T05:05:45Z</updated>
    <category term="breaking dawn"/>
    <content type="html">I will most likely cry if those 'spoilers' are true. I skimmed over them. It's ridiculous. I hope it's overactive fandom imaginations running wild... because... otherwise? &lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Cait won't be happy!&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL NOT EVEN SKIM ANYMORE SPOILERS UNTIL I HAVE THE BOOK IN MY HANDS ON MONDAY!&lt;br /&gt;Gah.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cait_rose:7056</id>
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    <title>STUFF</title>
    <published>2008-05-14T05:04:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-14T05:08:05Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Pirates</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH - I've been making some icons. Anyone wanna see? I have Bleach and Twilight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Host by Stephenie Meyer rocks my socks.&lt;br /&gt;I love the Twilight teaser trailer - I cannot wait until August. Maybe earlier for the Aussies again?&lt;br /&gt;Laura and I have never fangirled so hard. Neither of us call ourselves fangirls on a regular basis!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so broke it's not funny, and I HATE money now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Bleach rocks my socks. Awwww at lil Shuu and Byakuya. And Kensei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LIFE IS A SOAP OPERA. And it's seriously shitting me off. Apparently, I could write a bestseller,&lt;br /&gt;if I changed names, dates, and places. One of my friends thought I was overreacting until she saw&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;me out one night, and she agrees - my life is a soap opera, and I have no idea what to do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have unaddicted myself from coffee. I didn't drink it for a month, the shaking stopped. It's good. I&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;have now had four coffees over two weeks. I get a free one from the uni cafe, because they missed&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;me begging for coffee in the mornings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys. Boys confuse the HELL out of me. I'm so confused. :S&lt;br /&gt;It's a long story. Part of my soapopera.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna know, ask. :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry this is so .... meh. I have no idea what to write....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cait_rose:6817</id>
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    <title>The Host by Stephenie Meyer</title>
    <published>2008-04-26T05:38:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-26T05:38:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">No spoilers, don't worry. I haven't even opened it yet.&lt;br /&gt;Because Australia gets the UK version, *evil laugh* I now have a copy of the host which I shall begin to read as soon as I finish eating, and this.&lt;br /&gt;SO EXCITED!!&lt;br /&gt;And Bleach - ftw - i'm a happy fangirl indeed. So happy happy happy!!!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cait_rose:6144</id>
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    <title>Life update 3</title>
    <published>2008-03-16T03:28:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-16T03:28:09Z</updated>
    <category term="random stuff"/>
    <category term="life"/>
    <lj:music>Tiger Army - Trance</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I. Can't. Effing. Relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Gah..."&gt;I'm tense, my back, shoulders and neck ache, and I can't stop thinking. Can anyone meditate? Does it work? Is it good? Would you recommend it to me, and how the hell do I do it???&lt;br /&gt;I was seriously stressed for about six months, I got over that, and now it's back. Thank FUCK I'm not depressed - &amp;nbsp;I think I'd know if I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just really really highly-strung and wound up. I feel like I'm about to snap (not angrily, or anything). I just want my muscles to melt and my mind to stop overanalysing everything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let your mind go blank - think about nothing,' someone suggested to me. Fat lot of good that did. I started thinking about how if nothing is named as such, then it's something, because it's been named, and the whole concept of nothing is screwed because it's there - so it's something! AAAAGHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what the worst thing is? I'm really happy. I'm not mopey, or morose. I've started uni, moved, etc, all I really have to worry about is my coursework (which I'll be doing in a minute), and money. I've met some awesome people, I'm having bucketloads of fun, I sort of have a boyfriend, and it's just generally awesome. I just can't relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to write. I want to write so bad. Someone please give me a prompt, and what kind of genre you want it in - but I don't do smut, sorry, I'm not brave enough yet :P. I'll take more than one prompt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm neglecting my fandom... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Gaaah"&gt;On another note, I saw Tiger Army on Wednesday. I'm in more love now than I was to begin with. And that's a LOT of love. They're fucking awesome. The second support band was good, the first was crapful. They were arrogant and had horrible stage presence.&lt;br /&gt;for example:&lt;br /&gt;WARNING - LANGUAGE :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ADELAIDE, MAKE SOME NOISE MOTHERFUCKERS!!!'&lt;br /&gt;*pause* someone from the audience - 'Get fucked. It's too hot.' It was. We've had like 11 days in a row over 35 degrees Celcisus. It's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;'TIGER ARMY IS COMING UP AFTER US AND ZOMBIE GHOST TRAIN - ARE YOU EXCITED, MAKE SOME FUCKING NOISE!'&lt;br /&gt;*pause* same guy - 'I said, get fucked, and get off stage. We don't want to see you, and it's too hot.'&lt;br /&gt;'ADELAIDE IS LIVING UP TO THEIR REPUTATION YOU SHITSUCKING MOTHERFUCKERS - ARE YOU EXCITED OR NOT!?'&lt;br /&gt;'Listen, MATE. You're SHIT, we don't give a CRAP, it's TOO FUCKING HOT and we're not here to see you - PISS THE FUCK OFF!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;You should've seen the bassist's face (he was the one yelling at us), he just sort of went, 'unh', and went back to playing, but most of us turned around and went back to the bar and seating.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;After that, though, it was a good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also trying to stop swearing so much, I swear like&amp;nbsp;someone who swears way too much entirely for their own good. I have an excellent vocabulary, I should take advantage of that. &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Music Meme thing</title>
    <published>2008-02-27T12:22:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-27T12:22:01Z</updated>
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    <category term="random stuff"/>
    <lj:music>Traffic - DJ Tiesto</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Tagged by &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_stark_black' lj:user='stark_black' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://stark-black.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/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://stark-black.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;stark_black&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're any good, they must be songs you're really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your Live Journal along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they're listening to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righty-o. Let's get to it! Warning: I like pretty much ALL music, but this is just right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0eZTKrp6938"&gt;God Called In Sick Today&lt;/a&gt; -&amp;nbsp; by AFI. This was the first song I heard by AFI. It started a serious addiction. I think it's beautiful. 'Ominpotence, nurturing malevolence' is quite possibly my all time favourite line. And live ? Unbloodybelievable! &lt;font size="1"&gt;could only find the 'I heard a voice' link&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KoB8AjAySPw"&gt;Slam&lt;/a&gt; - by&amp;nbsp;Pendulum. It's just good. Gets the blood pumping, turn it up loud and feel the bass run through your veins! I listen to this whenever I need a boost. It's just vibrant and violent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r4SpAoFou78"&gt;UFO &lt;/a&gt;-&amp;nbsp; by Sneaky Sound System. She has a strong voice, and it always reminds me of my friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DdGz6rSFREI"&gt;Scorpion Frog&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- by Infected Mushroom. I love psytrance, my sister made me listen to this song, it got me hooked. It's fucking &lt;em&gt;intricate&lt;/em&gt;. I lose myself in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_zdtZPWqsCc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;The Lost Song&lt;/a&gt; - by The Cat Empire. These guys are so good, and are tight live. Harry's vocals are raw and the trumpet is silky, smooth, and hot. And oh so sad. It's just...&amp;nbsp;good. &lt;strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;I personally want to marry their trom player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;6.) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggdnzsqwYy8"&gt;Under Saturn's Shadow&lt;/a&gt;- by Tiger Army. They just rock my socks. If I were wearing them, anyway. I love it! &lt;strike&gt;I get to see them live soon!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;7.) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q89dF_gwMkI"&gt;[explain] &lt;/a&gt;- by Sarah Blasko. No particular reason. I like it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the crapful links ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAGGING - &lt;br /&gt;I don't actually have seven friends. And &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_stark_black' lj:user='stark_black' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://stark-black.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/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://stark-black.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;stark_black&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;tagged me, so I tag &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_falls_whisper' lj:user='falls_whisper' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://falls-whisper.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/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://falls-whisper.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;falls_whisper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_deathlike' lj:user='deathlike' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://deathlike.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/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://deathlike.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;deathlike&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_evergrnterrace' lj:user='evergrnterrace' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://evergrnterrace.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/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://evergrnterrace.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;evergrnterrace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_grass_angel' lj:user='grass_angel' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://grass-angel.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/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://grass-angel.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;grass_angel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cait_rose:5445</id>
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    <title>Long meme thing</title>
    <published>2008-01-31T13:15:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-31T13:15:26Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Everytime We Touch</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Nicked from &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_grass_angel' lj:user='grass_angel' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://grass-angel.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/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://grass-angel.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;grass_angel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wow, this is long. So I'm going to put it up and feel as though I have achieved somehting.&amp;nbsp;I'm putting my answers as first comment, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Look at me"&gt;Anyway, questions and rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU'RE ON MY FRIENDS LIST, I want to know 36 things about you. I don't care if we never talk, or if we already know everything about each other. Short and sweet is fine...You're on my list, so I want to know you better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE HONEST! COPY FROM HERE, THEN SEND DIRECTLY TO ME IN A COMMENT, THEN REPOST THE EMPTY QUESTIONS. or not XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Are you currently in a serious relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What was your dream growing up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What talent do you wish you had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If I bought you a drink what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Favorite vegetable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What was the last book you read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) What zodiac sign are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Worst Habit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) What is your favorite sport?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Do you have a Negative or Optimistic attitude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Tell me one weird fact about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Do you have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) What if I showed up at your house unexpectedly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) What was your first impression of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) What color eyes do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Ever been arrested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Bottle or can soda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) What's your favorite place to hang at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Favorite thing to do in your spare time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Do you swear a lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Biggest pet peeve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) In one word, how would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Do you believe/appreciate romance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock yourselves out :P&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Dear Santa..</title>
    <published>2007-12-22T10:49:45Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-22T10:49:45Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;table width="500" style="border:1px solid black; background-color:white; color:black;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://triggur.org/dearsanta/santa.gif"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;Dear Santa...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This year I've been busy!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Last Friday I farted in an elevator &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-6 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  Last week I signed my organ donor card &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(28 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  In September I turned &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_grass_angel' lj:user='grass_angel' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://grass-angel.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/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://grass-angel.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;grass_angel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in for tearing the tag off a mattress &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(3 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  In May I got in line at the supermarket at the same time as someone else and I didn't yield &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-8 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  In August I helped &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_deathlike' lj:user='deathlike' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://deathlike.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/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://deathlike.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;deathlike&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; across the street &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(6 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Overall, I've been &lt;b&gt;nice&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(23 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  For Christmas I deserve &lt;b&gt;a Lego set&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br&gt;cait-rose&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;form action="http://triggur.org/dearsanta/"&gt;Write your letter to Santa!  Enter your LJ username:&lt;input type="text" name="uname" size="20"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Write Santa!"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;</content>
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    <title>Free pints of beer, you say?</title>
    <published>2007-12-22T05:34:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-22T05:34:56Z</updated>
    <category term="random stuff"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I'm about to go read the new Bleach, I just got home from work. 'Silly season' must have got to us, we're all a little mad here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the town street party last night. It was so boring, we all started drinking early, I started at 7ish, which is why I was completely suprised when I woke up this morning bursting with energy and feeling just fine... when I had to sleep on my right side all night... because if I moved the world spun horribly. Interesting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's my hangover? Not that I'm complaining that I don't have it, it's just strange. I was pretty drunk &lt;strike&gt;no thanks to all that free beer and spirits!&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Christmas, going out again tonight, however I am driving myself so I shall be good and not drink. I've heard all the horror stories, seen the results, etc etc. I am not going to drink and drive. I can have fun without drinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for new Bleach. Shall go read it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I don't post between now and then again, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you all!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Uni</title>
    <published>2007-12-17T04:32:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-17T04:32:43Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Trying to find accomodation is a pain in the ass, seriously. The boarding colleges are so expensive per week it isn't funny, I forgot how they seem only&amp;nbsp;to cater to rich farmers and other snobby families. The student hostels are a better option.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I could live with Mum, but I'd prefer that to be an absolute last resort, and a desperate and temporary one at that. We do get along okay, but she hasn't really asked if I want to live with her... I suppose having one of the twins already is fine with her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;Car won't start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the gym later, combat class. Sounds like fun, last week they had the attack class in it's place, and that was aerobics. *shrugs*</content>
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    <title>Fer shits n giggles</title>
    <published>2007-12-08T11:30:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-08T11:30:25Z</updated>
    <category term="random stuff"/>
    <category term="friends"/>
    <lj:music>loud!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Because it's almost the end of the year, we've finished school and all that, my friends and I decided to write lists of random funny, sad, scary, and weird moments throughout the past five years, and covering everything from past groups, adventures, and conversations... here's some of mine :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Eben bo Heim"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;1.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eben Bo Heim –possibly THE funniest MSN conversation ever. I don’t think I have ever cried from laughing so much in one small time-frame. 'What the hell is Eben bo Heim, Lera?!'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;2.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kristy bopping away to ‘Can You Hear Australia’s Heroes Marching’ on Rememberance Day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;3.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Beating Nikky in OzSpell&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;:P – and getting to see a real-life shoplifter when going shopping after having gotten out in the second round because of stage-fright&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;4.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;‘She’s afraid of slugs!’ And Nikky spitting her chewy out into the bus’ aisle, and having to go pick it up, much to ours and the old woman’s amusement.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;5.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Beth snorting hot chocolate and chunks of Tim-Tam out of her nose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;6.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;‘Excuse me, sir, but what’s a red herring?’&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;7.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Triple J One Night Stand, Port Pirie, 2006&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;8.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;AFI, Thebarton Theatre, 2006&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;9.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When Mum walked in on Nikky, Beth, Belle and I swearing our heads off, having just illustrated a piece of paper with words such as ‘Fuck’ and some charming stick figures, and then having Jack walk in and introduce himself like a nice boy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;10.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;‘Kaht-leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen, vhy, vhy are you so wrude to me? Vhy must you always be so SO wrude, Kaht-leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen?’&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt"&gt;‘I’M NOT BEING RUDE, YOU HAG!’&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;11.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Getting to go on the high-ropes course and flying fox for free on Year 10 Work Experience, and having a bunch of 11 and 12 year olds encourage me to face my fears.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;12.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dyeing my hair a horribly radioactive orange by accident, when all I wanted to do was have an eight-wash brown rinse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;13.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;‘The only other way down is the ladder. See all those cadets? They’re waiting for you… just hold on, you’ll be fine.’ ‘Okay, but, Sergeant, are you sure-’ ‘Corporal - Look! Over there! Wow!’ …&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Push&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;14.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Having some guy try to sell me and the Japanese exchange teacher home loans. Because we clearly needed them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;15.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That freaky lady in the mall who chased some young man down, asking if he knew how to French kiss, then she grabbed me, told me she was going to get him, ran to him, grabbed his shoulders, and air kissed him. She came back to me, and informed me she’d gotten him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;16.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Falling asleep in the spa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;17.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Having the oven Tamara was trying to light blow up in my face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;18.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That night where we drunkenly climbed onto the roof, remembered I was scared of heights, and promptly freaked out – completely, and ended up being carried off the roof by my sisters friends, who have never let me forget it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;19.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Every man and his dog who was at the gig&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;20.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rapid Bay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 72pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level2 lfo1; mso-add-space: auto"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;a.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Swimming in the thunderstorm when the water was an eery green colour&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 72pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level2 lfo1; mso-add-space: auto"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;b.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;‘Nikky, in the morning, in the morning when I’m sober, I’m gonna take your Mum for a ride.’&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 72pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level2 lfo1; mso-add-space: auto"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;c.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;‘It’s too far away…’&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 72pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level2 lfo1; mso-add-space: auto"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;d.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Death Is NOT An Option – death is ALWAYS an option!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 72pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level2 lfo1; mso-add-space: auto"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;e.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The drunk Germans&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;21.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;‘Go away, we’re not here!’ ‘It’s not us!’ It wasn’t them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;22.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Cactus House&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;23.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;‘It’s shiny!’ ‘It’s sparkly!’&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;24.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Taking Nikky to the river with us, her getting sunburnt on the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;back of her knees &lt;/i&gt;whilst &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;kneeboarding&lt;/i&gt;; Mum not realising that the air-conditioner was off on an above 43 degrees Celcius day; Nikky being afraid to kneeboard because she thought Spike’s portwine birthmark was a scar from a skiing accident.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;25.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;‘Danger’, ‘Response’, ‘Airways’, ‘Breathing’, ‘Cuddles’.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Because they might want their mum. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;26.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Passing out from eating the rice pudding, and having Vanessa pretend to be me whilst Nikky hid her from our Secco.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;27.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The pizza, movies and music night of AFX Engineers ‘05.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;28.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;‘Look, there’s that FUCKING UGLY Asian chick from Neighbours –’ ‘She can hear you!’&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt"&gt;‘Look, fuckin’ gay poofters –’ ‘&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Shhhh, they can hear you!&lt;/i&gt;’&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;29.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dad setting the barbecue alight. ‘It’s just a fat fire, it’ll go out soon...’ ‘Hey, Cait, did you see all that black smoke last night; do you know what it was?’ ‘Yeah, my barbecue.’&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;30.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;‘I think the trumpets need to be louder.’ *&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;open-mouthed silence*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;31.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Playing a completely different song, out of time, and dancing – yet the conductor still ignored us, and at the end of the night – ‘Thanks to the clarinets, flutes, saxophones, percussion, guitars, pianos… and the trombones... I didn’t know we had them?’&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;32.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mr B’s chocolate cake that involved way too much chocolate, much to the happiness of his class.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;33.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cheryl’s jokes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;34.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;‘Well, blow me down and call me Charlie.’ ‘… Can I just call you Charlie?’ ‘No, you have to blow me, too!’&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;35.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Baked Beans Bad, Sausages Good&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;36.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When alcohol is involved, I have learnt that&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 72pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level2 lfo1; mso-add-space: auto"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;a.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When people have been drinking, you WILL have to put up with drunken stripteases, and you CANNOT GET AWAY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 72pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level2 lfo1; mso-add-space: auto"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;b.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You will have to convince people it is NOT a good idea to eat the dog food, eat some carrot instead&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 72pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level2 lfo1; mso-add-space: auto"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;c.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You will have chewed up carrot spat onto you because they cannot talk without spitting&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 72pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level2 lfo1; mso-add-space: auto"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;d.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You will have to clean up puke with the consistency of water that smells like Cougar bourbon, leaving you forever unable to drink bourbon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 72pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level2 lfo1; mso-add-space: auto"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;e.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You are sober because someone already drank it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 72pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level2 lfo1; mso-add-space: auto"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;f.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You are not drunk, just a little confused&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 72pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level2 lfo1; mso-add-space: auto"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;g.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fire burns&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 72pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level2 lfo1; mso-add-space: auto"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;h.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When someone is drunk, they will try to convince you that they are sone stold cober, with much arm-waving, hugging, finger-waggling, and professions of love and adoration. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 72pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level2 lfo1; mso-add-space: auto"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;i.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Keep your dog away from the gummy worms soaked in vodka. She will eat them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;37.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;‘You’re the suckiest suck that I ever sucked!’ … Poor Lera. That turned out so wrong from what she meant to say…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;38.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The supermarket trolley full of booze, Erica, Bradley, Trent and Kristy, and empty night time streets&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;are dangerous but oh so fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;39.&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;‘Look, it has a retractable penis!’ ‘They’re on our lunch!’ ‘GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME, YOU DIRTY-MINDED LITTLE GUTTER-CRAWLER!’ – On ladybugs and their fornication habits. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cait_rose:3735</id>
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    <title>cait_rose @ 2007-11-02T19:09:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-02T08:43:31Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-02T08:43:31Z</updated>
    <category term="fanart"/>
    <category term="zombie powder"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;Right, another fanart. I didn't put it in any of the bleach forums, because I don't think it's supposed to go there, as it's Zombie Powder. However, feel free to critique and stuff, I have more info bout it on my deviantart page. Comments appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;Next fanart will be of my own drawing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cait-rose.deviantart.com/art/Track-3-Smith-68802440"&gt;To Deviantart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="See more..."&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/stc/fck/editor/"&gt;&lt;img height="1034" alt="" width="626" src="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs21/f/2007/306/c/6/Track_3__Smith_by_cait_rose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cait_rose:3328</id>
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    <title>Fanfic/Drabble thingy</title>
    <published>2007-10-27T09:45:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-27T09:47:53Z</updated>
    <category term="fic/drabble"/>
    <category term="prompt"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_falls_whisper' lj:user='falls_whisper' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://falls-whisper.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/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://falls-whisper.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;falls_whisper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Bleach 'cause it's the best&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Orihime/Ulquiorra &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; Laughter&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I do not own Bleach&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Because I begged for a prompt. I hope you like it!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Note: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I was going for a drabble, but the writing just kept going – it didn’t turn out like I planned, but it was fun. Sorry, I’m not the best fluff writer around, I’m still new to this whole thing… R&amp;amp;R please!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/arrancar_fans/150050.html"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Laughter filled the halls...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cait_rose:3199</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: My Personal Style</title>
    <published>2007-10-26T12:49:33Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-26T12:49:33Z</updated>
    <category term="fashion"/>
    <category term="writer&amp;apos;s block"/>
    <category term="style"/>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;How would you describe your personal style?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=40'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=40"&gt;View 500 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
&amp;nbsp;just like me. a mix of the people surrounding me, people I know, and those I don't.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly me, though</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cait_rose:2954</id>
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    <title>Prompt</title>
    <published>2007-10-26T12:47:30Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-26T12:47:30Z</updated>
    <category term="writers block"/>
    <lj:music>none</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Someone. Anyone. Please.&lt;br /&gt;Prompt me, either with Bleach or something completely different, as I am still new to fandom, and I only really have Bleach and haven't gotten around to expanding said fandom.&lt;br /&gt;Ergh.&lt;br /&gt;Writer's block sucks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cait_rose:2768</id>
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    <title>Fanfic: Tearstains and Beanpaste</title>
    <published>2007-10-26T06:59:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-26T06:59:08Z</updated>
    <category term="multi-part fic"/>
    <category term="fanfiction"/>
    <category term="orihime"/>
    <category term="bleach"/>
    <lj:music>Shpongle</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;New fic. Hope you like!&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be three parts ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/0rihime_inoue/30402.html"&gt;Tearstains and Beanpaste&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cait_rose:2550</id>
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    <title>Fanart</title>
    <published>2007-10-25T07:15:37Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-25T07:25:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;First Fanart: Nel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concrits and stuff appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;I do NOT own Bleach&lt;br /&gt;Link to &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_kurosaki_clinic' lj:user='kurosaki_clinic' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/kurosaki_clinic/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/kurosaki_clinic/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;kurosaki_clinic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/kurosaki_clinic/1506223.html"&gt;Nel Panel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or straight to &lt;a href="http://cait-rose.deviantart.com/art/Nel-Panel-68171133"&gt;Deviantart&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cait_rose:2213</id>
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    <title>Good Day</title>
    <published>2007-10-22T08:17:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-22T08:17:17Z</updated>
    <category term="random stuff"/>
    <lj:music>None!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I've actually had a pretty good day.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think it'd be this good, but it's been fun so far!&lt;br /&gt;My friend Lera and I went to the city yesterday, caught the bus down, so we could go to a revision seminar for an open access lesson, which us country kids do when our schools doesn't have the facilities or courses available. Strange, you'd think that SACE Aust. Hist. would be more common....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it was so hot yesterday, shorts and t-shirts all they way, and this morning it was grey and coldish. So, my stepfather drops us off in the general vicinity of where we needed to be and we decided to kill some time by figuring out where we needed to be by going there.&lt;br /&gt;Once we got there, we couldn't be stuffed killing more time by going back, so we just stayed.&lt;br /&gt;So, lots and lots of revision, writing, and stuff, but it was, strangly, fun, especially seeing the people you only talk to on the phone every tues.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was hilarious, and eventually the ocurse ended and we had to get back to my mothers.... so... crap - what bus do we get????&lt;br /&gt;Country bumpkins, that's us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Eleanor convinced her dad to drop us off in the city, so when we got there, Lera and I jumped out the car into a large puddle onKing William, and proceeded to move quickly to the train station, pausing only for me to remove my shoes as they were hampering my amused running. Yes, I looked like a bogan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun times, running from the train down hills and up them with no shoes on and a helluva lotta rain. I wasn't even puffed! I am SO proud lol, not really, but, meh. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Love the smell of rain, and this was a completely pointless post but to say I have wet pants to my knees from y ankles&amp;nbsp;and blisters and cuts on my feet, but GODDAMNIT I'm happy!!!!!!!!!!!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cait_rose:1806</id>
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    <title>Fic: For a Bag of Candy</title>
    <published>2007-10-15T11:25:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-15T11:25:57Z</updated>
    <category term="fic"/>
    <category term="bleach"/>
    <category term="div 11"/>
    <content type="html">Here's a new one. Wow, I'm bored... sorry to all who love these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/division_11/14359.html"&gt;For A Bag of Candy&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/division_11/"&gt;division_11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cait&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cait_rose:1623</id>
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    <title>cait_rose @ 2007-10-15T16:34:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-15T07:06:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-15T07:10:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Here's my Orihime fic&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;x-posted to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/0rihime_inoue/"&gt;0rihime_inoue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/0rihime_inoue/29710.html"&gt;Chocolate Cake&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cait_rose:1053</id>
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    <title>cait_rose @ 2007-09-24T22:49:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-24T13:21:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-15T10:18:59Z</updated>
    <category term="first fic"/>
    <category term="momo"/>
    <category term="fic"/>
    <category term="bleach"/>
    <category term="hinamori"/>
    <lj:music>blaqk audio - snuff on digital</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Whispers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse the crapness, it was my first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/tobiume_/12960.html#cutid1"&gt;click here to read 'whispers'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't hate me too much! ^^&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cait_rose:997</id>
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    <title>I wrote this over a year ago</title>
    <published>2007-09-24T09:54:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-24T10:56:04Z</updated>
    <category term="random stuff"/>
    <lj:music>Infected Mushroom - Scorpion Frog</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp; I hope this works, I've stuffed it up every other (three) times I've tried,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one's reading this, but, meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Music"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;She was in a sea of moving bodies, jumping in time to the music, screaming lyrics until they lost their voices. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;It was hot and undeniably sweaty, dark and steamy, the air thick and rotting with the stench of human sweat, deodorant, perfume, food, alcohol, blood and piss.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;‘It’s a moshpit, honey – get over it!’ The yelled comment was punctuated with an elbow to the ribs as she fought to keep standing. She had already fallen over once when she’d been pushed violently to the left and had lost her balance, meeting the ground quickly. She’d been trodden on, kicked and had been screaming and swearing for someone to save her. She heard her friend screaming her name as rabid fans and non-fans - why were they there? Oh, free music - alike swarmed over her, seemingly unaware that she lay squashed, fighting to stand.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;She looked upward towards the distant sky where the steam from the sweaty crowd was meeting the misting sky. Everyone looked bigger and uglier, faces shadowed eerily by the stage light, eyes red and features distorted.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;She screamed and clawed at the people on top of her to try and get up, frustrated and vaguely terrified that she’d die crushed, and was viciously kicked again as she felt arms lift her up, and her friend hug her. The two boys who had ‘rescued’ her still held her and her friend, and one had confronted the elbower and his girlfriend.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;‘They fall down, you pick them up. They get hurt, you get them out. You’re all here to see the music and the show; you’ve got a common cause! Don’t be so fucking selfish, stick together, and mate? If you’re going to make out with your girlfriend and hurt others, get the fuck out so those who aren’t can see the band!’ &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;He and a group of others pushed the couple out the way, and she was scooted forwards, holding her friend’s hand for dear life. She thanked the guy over her shoulder, and he grinned, informing her that he was happy to help the fallen and vertically challenged.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cait_rose:741</id>
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    <title>cait_rose @ 2007-09-23T22:17:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-23T12:49:30Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-23T12:49:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tiger Army - Nocturnal</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I tried this before and got disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Cait.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I should be in bed, asleep, but I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w00t. First post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should get my real life friends to sign up.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Something to consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cait&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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