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  <title>The constant battle between the Id and the Ego...</title>
  <subtitle>And the Id's got a machete...</subtitle>
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  <updated>2009-09-16T13:05:02Z</updated>
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    <title>I QUIT!</title>
    <published>2009-09-16T13:05:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-16T13:05:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I quit my job. For reals this time.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, i finished my ONE&amp;nbsp;WEEK notice and they tried to get me to work until the end of this week which since i'm also working starbucks would've meant no day off and doing double-shift all through the weekend (getting up at 5AM working til 11 then working 12-5 or 5-10). Today i basically when in and said that I would do either today or tomorrow (so i have a day off) and that I can't work both jobs on the weekend. The manager threw a strop and shut down avoiding eye-contact and replying with a curt 'yip' to anything i said whilst i was trying to sort out a happy medium. Eventually I gave up, said sorry and left OMG4EVAS!!!!! (sorry). I gave it my best shot, there was nothing legally obliging me to stay so it would have been a favour more than anything and they responding by trying to get me to believe that my notice was for 2 weeks WHEN&amp;nbsp;IT&amp;nbsp;CLEARLY&amp;nbsp;IS&amp;nbsp;NOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Now I feel weird. I've gotten as close as I could get to shouting 'I&amp;nbsp;QUIT!' and flouncing off without actually leaving in a puff of stage&amp;nbsp;smoke. I did my best&amp;nbsp;and tried to meet them halfway but they wanted all or nothing. I can't give all, so I'll give nothing. Simple as that. Still sucks though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I've now got friday and saturday afternoon free, as well as a&amp;nbsp;day off today and tomorrow. Ying&amp;nbsp;yang, good luck bad luck-who&amp;nbsp;knows?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my new manager apparently also said that the 2 week thing is bollocks too, which helps :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mistletoey:32516</id>
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    <title>This is THREE DAAAAAAWG......</title>
    <published>2009-08-26T17:52:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-26T17:52:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">News time children!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I had an interview at Starbucks yesterday for a Barista position with chance of promotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tom had swine flu, he's ok now though! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My throat is killing me, it's all dry and sore :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There is a possibility of new people moving in but it's not definite and i have no idea how it would work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mistletoey:32351</id>
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    <title>mistletoey @ 2009-08-12T15:07:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-12T14:08:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-12T14:08:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I miss university :(&lt;br /&gt;Where has everybody gone...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the only way is up :)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mistletoey:31902</id>
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    <title>My life so far</title>
    <published>2009-06-16T16:02:50Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-16T16:02:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok so we moved into the house, that went pretty well, I'm sooo glad i'm away from the end-of-year noise! It's a very pretty house, and i know i shouldn't be excited about bedclothes but i love my bed more than a woman should. Getting into it after a long day on my feet is lamost better than sex. Almost. Talking of work, it's really really bizarre. So far I've only done 4 shifts and I'm on my second day off but it feels like I've been there for ages. In a bad way, alas :( My feet have seen better days, crazy twisted up bits of flesh that they are. It sucks i have to work on my results day (Thursday) but at least I've got friday off! &lt;br /&gt;My rents also gave me a boost when i came clean about how in the poo with money i am, through afer getting tv/internet yesterday i'm not as abad as some it seems! I've been getting into this show on Really called 'Bank of Mum and Dad' which is about twenty-somethings being cut off from their parents financially and being forced to budget and sort out their own money problems. I have to say that money woes are not as bad as the ones on the show, some one on there i saw was &amp;pound;33,000 in debt on a similar salary to mine!!! They paid for a car (&amp;pound;11,000) on a CREDIT&amp;nbsp;CARD and were paying &amp;pound;500 a month on nights out alone. It makes me feel Pret-ty smug that I'm nowhere near as bad as that! I'm mean I'm using tips alone to contribute towards a new bike for fucks sake (And that's not such an outlandhish idea since over the course of 2 proper shifts front of house i earned &amp;pound;25 in cash tips alone, yippeee!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&amp;nbsp; that's pretty much all that's occuring in real-life land. I'm bloody shattered, but at least it's teaching me how to make the most of my time off! Girls come over at 6 to see the house and get chinese, huzzah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J</content>
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    <title>updatey-ness</title>
    <published>2009-05-28T18:18:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-28T18:18:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am so le tired. It has been a surpisingly productive day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got up at stupid-AM to read film script, went to town for coffee and got my standing order for rent sorted as well as change in address and had spoons for lunch :) Then went home to meet script-writer guy to talk about his script for almost three hours (WTF?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now all i have to do is get a career. During the recession. Hahahahahahahahahaahaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also i got glitter hair spray for saturdays party 0.0 &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna look dazzling all right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mistletoey:31242</id>
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    <title>mistletoey @ 2009-05-16T00:52:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-16T00:12:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-16T00:12:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I think I've got a Job! I say think cos I'm 95% sure I've got it. In case you haven't noticed Alice's post, It's a waitressing job at Frankie and Benny's, I got the interview on Tuesday and had it today-bit bloody speedy! It was ALL really fast tbh, I sat down in my fancy-pants please-hire-me clothes and five minutes later after confirming that i've had previous experience, can work in a team and on my own and was really flexible with time she said she'd could really see me having a place in the front-of-house team and that she'd get back to me on Monday to confirm and sort out rota's and stuff. Like i said, 95% sure I've got it (Which would rock BTW) but remaining reserved until I know for sure. *yoinks thunder back* I hope both me and Alice get work there, partly because it's about a mile away from the house and we'd be working some days until 12am (so a bit of company would be safer) but mainly because it would be great to be working with&amp;nbsp;a friend, company at work HURRAZ! &lt;br /&gt;Ack&amp;nbsp;I wish i knew for&amp;nbsp;certain if i've got it! She said she was looking for a whole replacement team (Her&amp;nbsp;current one is buggering off to uni-bizarre huh?) and a bartender&amp;nbsp;so there should be room for both of us (Post only&amp;nbsp;opened up on the 11th)&amp;nbsp;hence why i suggested Alice go for it too (I also suggested Tom went for the bartender job, hey it's extra mulah, huh) this is just the crazy paranoia making me doubt myself, the same stuff that made me think I would never get through the interview at all. Please be monday, I'm paranoid and VEXED.&lt;br /&gt;Nack...I've proabably got it. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, what happens when you go to a cocktail party that runs from 3-7? You get royally trampolined before it's even gone seven, fast asleep by eight and annoying awake and dehydrated by 11. Nyah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mistletoey:30334</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Swine Times</title>
    <published>2009-04-30T10:01:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-30T10:01:55Z</updated>
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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;Are you worried about catching the swine flu? Do you have a plan for avoiding contagion or dealing with quarantine?&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=882'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=882"&gt;View 501 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;
Not going to Mexico. Or getting married. According to BBC news&amp;nbsp;24&amp;nbsp;it can only be carried by honeymooning newly-weds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mistletoey:29644</id>
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    <title>happy :)</title>
    <published>2009-04-25T02:42:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-25T02:42:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am actually quite happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a suprise since over the last few weeks i have been stressed upto my eyeballs-not helped by the fact i wrote down the wrong submission date for my Post-colonial womens writing stuff and spent 14 hours working to finish up in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT my dissertation is half way through a good dusting, and i am going to be living in the best house in the world. Well in Reading anyway. Seriously its like a student haunted house! There's even a bat on the door knocker!!! And my room is dry and warm has a double bed and a huge window with a garden-side view. IT'S SO&amp;nbsp;BIG!!!&lt;br /&gt;Why can't it be june 1st now....the house-warming party will be EPIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need ajob now and I'm sorted! At least i won't end up being back up north when this uni stuff is over :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also it's my 22nd&amp;nbsp;birthday on tuesday. But that is a submission date away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mistletoey:27217</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Adult Onset</title>
    <published>2009-03-18T13:53:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-18T13:53:55Z</updated>
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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;Putting legal definitions aside, at what age do you think someone can really be considered an adult?&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=790'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=790"&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;
Honestly? 20. The first thing i realised when i turned 20 was that my life upto that point was basically preparation for real-life. I don't think you really start your life properly until 20s because you're so restricted and still learning what's what. I'm not pretending that now I'm in my twenties i'm the wise witch of the forest, nor am i belittleling moments of wisdom and clarity when i was younger-but i have not had&amp;nbsp;much freedom and control&amp;nbsp;in my&amp;nbsp;life until now. Not only do i feel more in control, but more importantly, i feel the confidence to&amp;nbsp;control it independantly.&amp;nbsp;I just don't think you get that when you're younger.&lt;br /&gt;Although i am willing&amp;nbsp;accept exception when&amp;nbsp;it&amp;nbsp;comes to younger people who have&amp;nbsp;had to grow up quickly, though i think it's a pity they are forced so quickly out of&amp;nbsp;childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Divided Self</title>
    <published>2009-03-18T13:43:53Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-18T13:43:53Z</updated>
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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;Do you behave differently online than you do in real life?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;Submitted By &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_tinysaur' lj:user='tinysaur' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tinysaur.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://tinysaur.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tinysaur&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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=820'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=820"&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;
Nope. I really really don't. In fact, the only difference is that when i put my foot in my mouth online it can be recorded for all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J</content>
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    <title>mistletoey @ 2009-03-18T04:45:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-18T04:57:38Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-18T04:57:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am unusually organised for this end of term time 0.0&lt;br /&gt;I say so because I'm only 200 words off finishing my work for the term. Considor that last year i had 7000 words to write in a DAY. This is an improvement. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday is going to be hellish though. I've been planning everything out and it looks paaaaaaiiiiinnnnfuuuuuul......mainly with the epic dissertation of death, but since it's so vital to my final mark i can't afford to skimp out. Bloody awkward having a workbook AND&amp;nbsp; an essay to do as well (though apparently the word count has gone down from 4000 to 2500.....*suspicious w00t?*) And i wish the exam timetable was up ALREADY. I need to know when myt exam is so i can plan revision dangnabbit. Yeah...this is why updateyness hasn't reall happened....third year uni work is hardly a fascinating topic....and it's bloody hard to think of something else to talk about. Though! I could talk about Knightmare and how awesome it is. Yes, yes i think i shall. It's fantastic, though it's a bit weird for me-most people remember it as the Virtual Reality DnD themed kid's show with the big helmet in the 80s. But i missed it in the 80s/90s and only caught it when the reruns were being shown on challenge back when i had only just started college. So it pretty much reminds me of summery days spent indoors as a nymphish 17 year old. Quite a nice anchor given the current circumstances. Those kids were pretty thick though.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't much better, huh.....oh dear....I'm not doing too well.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J</content>
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    <title>We are the living..........dead</title>
    <published>2009-02-08T12:44:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-08T12:44:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am the dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's day three and i still feel like a zombie warmed up.&lt;br /&gt;Friday was fun though, i ended up at 30 breaths a minute (below 20 is the normal rate so yeah, just a little fast) disorientated and aching all over. Calling my Dad (who told&amp;nbsp;me i might need to&amp;nbsp;go to hospital if my breathing didn't calm down)&amp;nbsp;at midnight then calling the on-call doctor (Who prescribed MILK FOR&amp;nbsp;FUCKS&amp;nbsp;SAKES and told me to only call again if it was serious)&amp;nbsp;then calling Dad again (Who basically said not to take the on-call doctors&amp;nbsp;BS just bcause he got the&amp;nbsp;late shift) then eventually, after it finally calmed down i got some sleep. Saturday was a blur of boredom. Fluids, Bed-rest and Lemsip. And no&amp;nbsp;DvDs left to watch. Tom offered to stay to keep and eye on me but he has a&amp;nbsp;funeral for his friend back home so i couldn't in good conscience&amp;nbsp;make him stay.&amp;nbsp;I can't even work because&amp;nbsp;my head feels like it's full of fudge, everythings sticky and slowed down. I can't even see properly! :( And now we are on Sunday, and i'm debating going into town, blurgh or not, i am so fucking bored. I can only hope it all goes away for tomorrow -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Year of the Ox</title>
    <published>2009-01-27T01:53:54Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-27T01:53:54Z</updated>
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I'm year of the Rabbit (1987 makes me a FIRErabbit) which is apparently conflict-hating, creative, shy and also the luckiest of all the signs. Apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A further&amp;nbsp;four interesting facts:&lt;br /&gt;1. I have a cousin who was born on my birthday in 1999-the last year of the rabbit. I try not to like him the best :)&lt;br /&gt;2. In some parts, the rabbit is replaced with a cat. Which (if it's true) means Fruits Basket was WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;3. In Jackie Chans animated adventures, the sign of the Rabbit granted super speed. that would be so cool.&lt;br /&gt;4. Apparently my mortal enemy is the Cock. Go figure. Appropiatly, the only cousin i have who was born on the year of the Cock is my LEAST favourite. I don't let zodiac dictate my life, she's just a pain in the arse. Marvelous coincidence though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I'm very happy with this sign. Well, i suppose it sucks i missed out on being a Dragon, but hey, what kind of dragon gets beaten by a RABBIT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray for the year of the OX! This is the year my cousin, my mum and Tom feel significantly older :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also taken my geekdom to an entirely new level. I haz ze D&amp;amp;D volume 4 (Player&amp;nbsp;manual,&amp;nbsp;DM manual and Monster Manual....and a campaign guide) as well as&amp;nbsp;lotsa dices :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>mistletoey @ 2009-01-14T07:27:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-14T07:34:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-14T07:34:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Not sleeping. So tired and i can't even work it's so fucking horrible. Ijust want to sleep but i can't. I hate this. how the hell am i going to finish my essay for thursday? I'm pretty sure it's too late for extenuating circumstances. Fufkcfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mistletoey:25706</id>
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    <title>MORNING HAS BROKEN and i wish i wasn't here to see it....</title>
    <published>2009-01-09T04:44:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-09T04:44:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well for the millionth night in a row i am awake at crazy-o-hour. This is getting quite annoying. I ended up staying up til half seven last night/yesterday morning, and i ended up falling asleep at nine yesterday evening and waking up at eleven WIDE&amp;nbsp;A-FUCKING-WAKE.&lt;br /&gt;This sucks :( Thank fuck i have an insane amount of games (Though at least three of the them are too scary to play on my own at night, well not scary, just not sleep-safe if you know what i mean, i've also been having a lot of nightmares lately).&lt;br /&gt;So here i am. First entry of the year, up at half four watching 'Arrested Development' and cooking pasta randomly. ACK.&lt;br /&gt;I hope i'm ok tomorow, I'm going to London to shop with Sophie and then i've got to finish my essay before a week wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;My life is a flurry of magic and wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God i have nothing to say! Maybe it's the insomnia but there is actually nothing interesting to say! At least I've got a party to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;I would talk about xmas and new year but to honest xas was such a bland dissapointment i can't even remember what happened. Swear to God, it was all just too much too busy to really have much conscious awareness that christmas was happening at all :( New year was good though, small but nice :)&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being so boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J</content>
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    <title>mistletoey @ 2008-12-06T01:51:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-06T02:02:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-06T02:02:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So today's a big day for me, i acually left NEUTRAL&amp;nbsp;FEEDBACK&amp;nbsp;ON&amp;nbsp;EBAY!!!!&amp;nbsp;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the fucker sold me the item, then promptly told me they didn't have it and refunded me. So there.&lt;br /&gt;And i haven't been able to find fleecy, pink leg-warmers since :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I brought you a pretty. But i eated her. OH NOES!!!1'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me laugh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Short duck IN&amp;nbsp;RICE!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask, it's 2am, i'm not supposed to make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&amp;nbsp;MENTIONED&amp;nbsp;IT *glares*, we went for a mad rampage on Wednesday. I went over to Laura's for roast dinner and to inflict 'Swing Time' on her (I am actually a little bit delighted she liked it, even though i think her eyes almost popped out when Astaire started 'blacking up'...oh you crazy 1930s dancing rascists, you....). So anyways, Laura said she wanted to give me a lift home and go warm up the car in doing so, and rachel decided to come too. However, we then somehow ended up detouring on a magical tour of Reading's 'burbs, looking for xmas pretties and roads with funny names (though a school disguised as a public library almost ate us.....that was not so good). We ended up going round Bulmershe and then started heading to south Wales.....as you do :) I almost wish we hadn't found a roundabout to u-turn on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livejournal is eating my letters. OH&amp;nbsp;NOES&amp;nbsp;WTF?&lt;br /&gt;*see above*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is alsleep and boring. WHERE&amp;nbsp;WERE&amp;nbsp;THE&amp;nbsp;DAYZ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J</content>
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    <title>Just goes to show what kind of weird music is on my iPod...</title>
    <published>2008-12-01T13:08:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-01T13:08:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;From &amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_pill_so_sweet' lj:user='pill_so_sweet' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://pill-so-sweet.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://pill-so-sweet.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;pill_so_sweet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good Morning Campers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Calling Elvis, is anybody home?&lt;br /&gt;So you think you can tell Heaven from Hell?&lt;br /&gt;So&amp;nbsp;1,2,3, take your hand and come with me,&lt;br /&gt;It's late at night, and i'm feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He met Marmalade down at old new Orleans&lt;br /&gt;It's okay in the day, i'm staying busy&lt;br /&gt;Girl you really got me going&lt;br /&gt;Slash Dot Dash Dot Slash Dot dash Dot Slash Dot Dash, Dot Com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People everywhere, sense of expectation hanging in the air&lt;br /&gt;Winding your way down to Baker Street&lt;br /&gt;Tequila! it makes me happy!&lt;br /&gt;He walked into the party like he were walking onto a yacht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! Stop you robbers, your little numbers up!&lt;br /&gt;You ought to ask Mr Mistoffelees&lt;br /&gt;I've done a lot, God Knows I've tried&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't Jealous before we met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i got on the stand i thought i'd take a peek at the jury&lt;br /&gt;Sally called, when she got the word&lt;br /&gt;Now i wanna sniff some glue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is quite possibly the strangest thing i've ever written. More like music lyrics than poetry, neh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mistletoey:24896</id>
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    <title>After the not so nice post, a quiz!</title>
    <published>2008-11-30T16:04:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-30T16:04:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fill in the blanks! &amp;lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be or not to be??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am __ Hungry and about to have a shower&lt;br /&gt;I am __ everyday: sleepy&lt;br /&gt;I am never __: without some jewelry and eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of __: my gaming prowess &lt;br /&gt;I am ashamed of __: My weight&lt;br /&gt;I was __ when I was 5: Ambitious :)&lt;br /&gt;I was __ when I was 10: directing flying lessons. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Provoking Thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__ makes me smile: Fuzzy feelings&lt;br /&gt;__ makes me laugh: Russel Howard, Ed Byrne, Dara O'Brien and various comedy panel shows.&lt;br /&gt;__ makes me cry: People doing bad things for no adequetly justified reason.&lt;br /&gt;__ makes me angry: People who do nothing about it/people who pretend to help to benefit themselves&lt;br /&gt;__ makes me nervous/scared: Goign out in the dark, being hated&lt;br /&gt;__ makes me wonder: Everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me. Me. Me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want __: A&amp;nbsp;UNICORN&lt;br /&gt;I need __: Some food, a shower and now a wee :( In terms of more long term goals: To lose more weight and GET&amp;nbsp;THIS&amp;nbsp;F***ING&amp;nbsp;DEGREE.&lt;br /&gt;I hope __ happens: Something unexpectedly nice&lt;br /&gt;I have __: A lot that i should show more gratitude for.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder __: Why Coke is so damn tasty? Chemicals FTW?&lt;br /&gt;I know __: That Ill get there eventually, and bad feelings will pass.&lt;br /&gt;I love__: My friends and family...and the less obvious answer: Coffee, donuts and Arrested Development :)&lt;br /&gt;I understand __: Why stuff happens (from a theoretical POV)&lt;br /&gt;I think __: I might donate some eggs. Again, i'm being serious here.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in __: My own ability to DO&amp;nbsp;THIS&amp;nbsp;THANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Negatory.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want __: To die alone&lt;br /&gt;I can do without __: Being depressed and stressed all the time&lt;br /&gt;I hope __ never happens: The 2012 thing&lt;br /&gt;I don't have __: A lot of time&lt;br /&gt;I hate __: Ignorance and disgusting selfishness&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand __: Why people are such arsholes sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I don't know __: what might have been if Elizabeth had survived&lt;br /&gt;I don't think __: I'd like to know&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in __:&amp;nbsp; Obligatory happy endings outside of the films or in 'evil' people&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to __: Stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senseless.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see __: My laptop :p&lt;br /&gt;I smell__: Is cold a smell?&lt;br /&gt;I hear__: Someone, somewhere in Childs, tapping a radiator&lt;br /&gt;I feel __ (emotion): Lonely&lt;br /&gt;I feel __ (physically): Very aware that I'm naked. And cold.&lt;br /&gt;I taste__: Nothing&lt;br /&gt;I sense __: A disturbance in the Force&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make A Wish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be __: Thinner and pretty, please.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could see __: Tom and Spring coming early.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could hear __: music i'm not bored with&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could feel __: Happier&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could smell __: Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bigger Picture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respect __: honesty, ESPECIALLY when it's hard.&lt;br /&gt;I support __: The 'why can't we just all get along?' fictional&amp;nbsp;Campaign.&lt;br /&gt;I value __: the oppurtunities i have been given.&lt;br /&gt;I realize __: That there is a fucking&amp;nbsp;BREEZE coming&amp;nbsp;from&amp;nbsp;my window and thats why i am so damn cold. 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    <title>Meme-eth stolen from Laura-forsooth</title>
    <published>2008-11-13T18:25:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-13T18:25:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_' lj:user='' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user='&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://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user='&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Words cannot express how much I drank last night. So let me at least write you this: Ever since we met I feel like an alien on my own planet. I think it was a mistake to put experimental drugs in your coffee, but I simply didn't have the strength to walk like an egyptian. Why, oh why are handcuffs so expensive? But let's no longer dwell on the past! I know you are not as good in bed as your ad says, so I'm sure you'll agree with me if I say that Jack Baur should not be coming onto you like that. Long story short, I feel that my h@XX0r sk!llz outrank yours by far so I've decided to blow up your car and collect the insurance money. I don't expect you to understand, but I expect you to kill the eyewitness. Please fix the coffee machine when I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;With half-hearted greetings and thinly veiled disgust,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mistletoey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...y'know what? I'm not even going to copy/paste the explaination to all this. It seems oddly apropiate and not-entirely-random anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J</content>
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    <title>It's been a while</title>
    <published>2008-10-07T00:04:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-07T00:04:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So. I'm back from Venice-land (cos i've forgotten if i've mentioned this already or not) AND i'm moved into Childs. PROPERLY this time :)&lt;br /&gt;Ilive in Z unit, which is all girls and a real breath of fresh air in comparision to the boys unit (which is full of stern looking people who smell and play loud music...tom excluded of course) and even the mixed unit of my freshers (which involved a lot of fuss and controversy over very little at all). I finally met some people who live here, the only ones of which who i can remember are Nicky and Vicky. But they seem like a very nice (not to mention weird....yayz ^.^) bunch. We talked about the most random crap for hours and hours. Literally from when i went in after Tom and Alice etc. had gone to when Tom came back for his keys (he'd only just caught me in time). IT certainly means using the kitchen will be less awkward :) Oh, they also know who Alice is now cos they were like 'Who lives in 11'? and 'Whose the girl with the pink hair?' and i thought it would be helpful. As i said, they seem really nice and WEIRD. I cannot emphasise enough how important it is that they are freaks like us. Though watch them turn out to be really normal now :P Nicky seems to be into cool stuff including disney films and silent disco's and Vicky bascally doesn't give a shit about shallow stuff and is not easily offended either :) The other girl who lives in 7 seems alright too (apparently into her drugs, she informed me about the rave in the forest that apparently happens at the same time as the end of year ball) but vanished pretty quick after a huge promo on my drugs are a-ok. I'm not saying they're not, it's just she seemed a little desperate to defend her point of view. She also didn't uinderstand that i was cooking Spag Bol despite me explaining this several times. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first 2-hour seminar finishes in 12 hours.........................i'm so nervous, i've never had a seminar that hasn't followed a lecture, before 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howzat for a fairly normal post :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J</content>
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    <title>busybusybusy</title>
    <published>2008-09-14T15:15:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-14T15:15:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Travel-wise, i'm sort of completely done and almost done.&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely done as i have everything for my impending flight to Venice including my boarding pass and train details (btw, if i'm training it with Alice we have to set off at quarter to ten the evening before to get there for quarter past midnight.....which is over 6 HOURS from our actual departure time! woe-noes....) so all i have to do is DEFINITLY NOT&amp;nbsp;forget my passport and sort out spending money,&amp;nbsp; including money for the 'otel. Yar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm almost done with the travel down tomorrow, which is made even more complicated by the fact that i'm basically moving into Reading again only this time it's by myself and i won't have my own room for a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also MUST remember to finish and email off my first article before the day is out.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is also busy-as-a-whores-beaver time as i have to settle my stuff into tom's room, arrange Vac. Res for when i get back from Venice, start the official Day 1 of the wii Fit experiement i'm reporting on AND sort out my notes and crap for the RUCUS meeting at 7.30. Hopefully the night will turn into some sort of social thingy since this will be my only cut-loose and relax night i'll get in Reading for now. Also cos i'll probably be exaughsted by that point. I MUST remember to take it easy on Tuesday or i'm going to miss my stupidly early train. I'm really not looking forward to spending 6 hours in the airport departure lounge. Not that i haven't done it before, it's just i remember how excruciatingly painful it was last time (which as luck would have it, was last year...i was hpoing it would be a bit of a bigger gap between long-airport waits...say a billion years or so) STILL on the bright side, it will be with my friends rather than a jet-lagged family, and who knows? Maybe Stansted airport DOESN'T have bloody uncomfortable seats and a intercom going off every 2 seconds. Must not be tempted to eat/drink my way out of boredom. It is possible, i mean, i ended up resorting to reading a Stephen King novel last time and thats just as bad.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, it's just that i have a bit of an issue with flying. I'm not scared of heights or anything, i just hate the cramped space, the second-hand air, the screaming children and the tedium of it all. Bleck. I hate flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope Venice is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>OFFICIAL RULES OF FILM NIGHT 2008!</title>
    <published>2008-09-10T22:25:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-10T22:25:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1. This includes the involvement of AT&amp;nbsp;LEAST Jenny (moi), Rachel, Laura, Alice and Verity (AKA&amp;nbsp; Wenches of Reading).&lt;br /&gt;2. It will happen once a week on a day most convenient for everybody!&lt;br /&gt;3. The location will be different each week, going in cycles throughout the group! &lt;br /&gt;4. the movie will be chosen by the host-with NO&amp;nbsp;ARGUMENTS. The host of course, will need to provide the movie.&lt;br /&gt;5. Cocktails must be had and everybody should contribute money for/drinkies.&lt;br /&gt;6. Pizza will be ordered!&lt;br /&gt;7. No-one gets left out, however-&lt;br /&gt;8. The host's housemates are allowed to join in, providing the majority think it's ok&lt;br /&gt;9. the evening will commence with girly chat and laffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most importantly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. ABSOLUTELY&amp;nbsp;NO&amp;nbsp;BOYFRIENDS-No boys allowed! and that includes particularily girly-boys :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anymore suggestions for rules?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J</content>
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    <title>Carrie Bradshaw, eat your heart out! (well not quite, but still)</title>
    <published>2008-09-07T11:52:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-07T11:52:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am a ROVING reporter! Well okay, maybe not THAT roving, but roving enough! Providing the Roving is done in games stores and online that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, i am going to be (hopefully) Readings Online magazines GAMES REVIEWER! *hurrah* (yeah i didn;t even know Reading HAD an online magazine, but there you have it).&lt;br /&gt;I basically got a plea for writers and answered suggesting that i would be good at writing about games (because i'm a gamer and UNBELIEVABLY&amp;nbsp;opinionated....so it makes sense really)&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, the lady in charge of the entertainment section got back to me and seems to think i am some sort of wizard when it comes to games and wanted me to do an article or two (though i forgot to ask if this would be an on-going article or two, or whether this would be an article or two FULL&amp;nbsp;STOP). One reviewing the lastest games, the other, a diary about how Wii Fit is affecting my fitness over a period of several months. Which partially means that i am going to have to buy it back from my rents. Bugger the loss of money!&lt;br /&gt;It also means&amp;nbsp;that i HAVE to&amp;nbsp;buy the latest games, and that i HAVE to keep my Wii, so joy to the world for that!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn i also&amp;nbsp;forgot to mention that i would be in Venice for when the new Star Wars comes out......aw well i'm&amp;nbsp;sure Tom wouldn't mind warming it up for me :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, i have given myself more work to do. Though i must admit, the idea of writing about games is somewhat exciting, so it doesn't really feel like work, i mean 400-600 words isn't enough for my Game-judgemental brain.&lt;br /&gt; If only it was a career option......*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J</content>
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    <title>Just in case you didn't think my course was a 'mickey-mouse' course...</title>
    <published>2008-09-05T19:58:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-05T19:58:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my compulsory trips for Film and Theatre!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TERM ONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wicked &lt;/i&gt;November 5 (week 5)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Lion King &lt;/i&gt;November 25 (week 8)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TERM TWO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carousel &lt;/i&gt;January 14 (week 1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Sound of Music &lt;/i&gt;January 21 (week 2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chicago&lt;/i&gt;February 11 (week 5)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J</content>
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    <title>Writer's Block: A Posthumous Oscar for Joker?</title>
    <published>2008-09-05T15:44:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-05T15:44:44Z</updated>
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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;Do you think Heath Ledger deserves the Oscar for his role in the Dark Knight?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;Submitted By &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_quinnpuddin' lj:user='quinnpuddin' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://quinnpuddin.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://quinnpuddin.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;quinnpuddin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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=499'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=499"&gt;View 501 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;
Yes. Yes he does. I will be seeing that clown in my nightmares. Did you SEE the funky-tongue action? AAAAARGH i hate how you can hear his mouth without looking at it! (If that makes any sense). The Joker done at his best, a frighteneningly good performance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say it, but the fact that he died in what i would call, suspicious circumstances really added to it. It was just...scary......and i've NEVER found a supervillian frightnening before, but here it was a case of 'Don't be alone with him, he'll knife your mouth!!!!' actual-hands-in-mouth-tension and i don't do that with non-horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, it's the Oscars...which are getting so unpredictable you wonder if they're some years given out for crappy peformances on a whim. the Oscars love the pretenscious and Heath was definitly not pretentious-so in that respect, no he doesn't deserve an Oscar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he certainly deserves SOMETHING for that part. Especially if it did&amp;nbsp;transpire to have&amp;nbsp;ended up killing him after all.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J</content>
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