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  <title>Blonde Moments</title>
  <subtitle>It's A Way Of Life</subtitle>
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  <updated>2006-06-14T22:14:57Z</updated>
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    <title>So, what does everyone think?</title>
    <published>2006-06-14T22:14:57Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-14T22:14:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.alfredsungdresses.com/images/dresses/D313_midnight.jpg"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is what I will be wearing to the wedding tomorrow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally thinks its very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it doesn't ruin my wind capacity for our concert.  It's not that tight, but the girls on my list understand what it feels like to wear a strapples dress.</content>
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    <title>Thank you everyone!</title>
    <published>2006-06-08T01:11:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-08T01:11:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Thanks for the birthday wishes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m behind and tired, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent yesterday visiting with my mum.  We had dinner and I had a very relaxing time.  I ported back in the morning and have been running here, there and everywhere around campus.  I bloody hate trying to track down a prof at this time of year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight some of the girls from my criminoloy class are taking me to a pub.  I suspect there are strippers involved in all of this, but I`m not positive.  If there are, I think I`ll collect Relena and Sally to join us. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No boys allowed :p</content>
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    <title>*ahem*</title>
    <published>2006-04-12T03:03:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-12T03:06:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;font size="7" color="#009900"&gt;MEGABYTE YOU ARE BECOMING A GRUMPY OLD MAN!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your young, charming, witty, extremely attractive, little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Oh, and happy birthday. :p &lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>[FIltered for Heero]</title>
    <published>2005-12-02T04:30:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-02T04:44:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Heero, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming to pick you up and take you to where the others are. Grab anything you think you might need.</content>
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    <title>blond_eye_view @ 1999-11-22T17:23:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-22T23:31:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-22T23:31:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Because I may not be around tomorrow to appropriately embarass her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;font size="6" color="#FF99CC"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SALLY!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sandy beaches and a drink with an umbrella in it?</content>
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    <title>Sally told me to!</title>
    <published>2005-11-17T22:02:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-17T23:16:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm typing really slowly soo I can make sure I don't make too many stupid spelling mistakes.  Sally told me to use spell check.  I told her it ruins teh fun., Sally says I'm cute.  I think her brain is buggered. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=^________________________________^=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She bought really good rum though!! It tastes like coconuts and its really yummy with pineapple juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the apartment to be all set up so we can have people OVER! I want to have a dinner and everybody has to dress nice. Oh! We can have a costume party! PERIOD CLOTHES! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go in a Maid Marian dress or maybe I can go in an Elizabethian gown. Sally could be Wil Scarlet!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the boys have to wear togas. *snickers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dsz.i.heag; i3o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALLY is tryind to take ssthe jkeybaord away from me! Make her stssop.  &amp;lt;--Look how mean she is! Look what she made me do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's mean.  HA! I made her go away :p  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still half a bottle of rum.  Relena is coming over soon!  SHe'd looked pretty in a ball gown.</content>
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    <title>A rather important update.</title>
    <published>2005-11-17T00:35:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-17T23:15:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">First, because I don't want to forget, &lt;font size="4" color="#9933FF"&gt;Happy Birthday Quatre!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next: It sort of came out of the blue, but someone I know offered me her flat.  She's leaving to go teach in Korea but has nearly a year left on her lease as she wasn't expecting to be able to go so soon.  I said yes, I couldn't pass it up. But the flat is quite posh and expensive.  Not something I could afford on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^________________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I convinced Sally to move in with me.  It only took a few hours worth of wheedling and whining to make it happen. (Sally actually gave in faster than I expected her to.) I've already ported her things over, we don't need much furniture as Layla (yes Layla, like the song.) is leaving hers behind until she comes back next year.  It's a temporary thing of course but I can't help but feel really pleased with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a two bedroom flat, she was using the second room as a computer room so all we really need to do is rearrange the furniture to fit a bed into the room for Sally. For now we'll share the queen-size bed in the other room.  It has a nice kitchen and dining area that sort of spills over into the sitting room. The bathroom is the best part.  The tub is &lt;i&gt;oversized&lt;/i&gt;.  Sally really loves it.  I think it's the reason why she agreed to move in in the first place. Even if she did get the TA job at the University. (by the by Sally.  I LOVE BEING RIGHT :p) The view is mediocre at best, but we had to sacrifice somewhere, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to go before Sally hurts herself trying to move the livingroom furniture on her own. And she calls me the difficult child.</content>
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    <title>blond_eye_view @ 1999-11-09T16:03:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-09T22:05:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-09T22:09:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E6E6FA" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Birthdate: June 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an island. You don't need anyone else to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though you see yourself as a loner, people are drawn to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep and sensitive, you tend to impress others with your insights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also tend to be psychic - so listen to that inner voice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your self sufficiency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: You despise authority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Maroon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Hammer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wanders off humming Islands in the Stream*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sally? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;:p&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Meme!</title>
    <published>2005-10-26T02:16:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-26T02:17:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">20 Random things meme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. My favourite colour is purple.&lt;br /&gt;2. I like cats, dogs, gerbils, hamsters and small lizards like geckos.  I don’t like snakes, rats or larger lizards like iguanas. &lt;br /&gt;3. I think chameleons are creepy because of their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;4. I sleep with two pillows&lt;br /&gt;5. I prefer to sleep on my stomach with my face mashed into the pillow.  &lt;br /&gt;6. I have a fuzzy blanket with a puppy on it :p&lt;br /&gt;7. I have a stuffed bear that sits on the end of my bed.  When I’m upset, he sleeps with me.&lt;br /&gt;8. When I’m tired, the only thing on my mind is sleep. &lt;br /&gt;9. I prefer cookies to brownies but cheesecake to both.&lt;br /&gt;10. I prefer large dogs to small ones&lt;br /&gt;11. But I want to get a Pomeranian and name it Reepicheep.&lt;br /&gt;12.  Although I like Boyzone, Take That, Backstreet Boys, ‘N Sync, Five and Spice Girls my favourite band is actually Blur.  &lt;br /&gt;13.  Blur is WAY better than Metallica&lt;br /&gt;14.  One place I would really like to go is Venice.&lt;br /&gt;15.  Another is Cuba&lt;br /&gt;16.  I still like reading Nancy Drew.&lt;br /&gt;17.  The first Agatha Christie book I ever read was &lt;i&gt;And Then There Were None&lt;/i&gt;.  It’s still my favourite. &lt;br /&gt;18.  I can crochet but not knit.&lt;br /&gt;19.  I think football is boring.&lt;br /&gt;20.  I’ve always wanted to take diving lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five simple pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fresh brownies&lt;br /&gt;2. Playing in fog&lt;br /&gt;3. Hot chocolate on a cold day&lt;br /&gt;4. A kitten purring in your lap&lt;br /&gt;Puppy kisses</content>
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    <title>blond_eye_view @ 1999-10-11T15:14:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-11T20:13:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-26T02:17:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="250" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" align="center"&gt;&lt;font style="color:white; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;blond_eye_view's LJ stalker is psych_boi_82!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;font style="color:black; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;psych_boi_82 is stalking you because they have you confused with someone else whom they love. They are also getting with your significant other!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;form method="POST" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/stalker/stalker.php"&gt;LiveJournal Username:&lt;input name="uname"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Who is your LJ Stalker Friend?"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/stalker/stalker.php"&gt;LJ Stalker Finder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin, I don't look anything at all like Trowa or Quatre.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since when do I have a significant other? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I did have one, you've got two.  Keep your hands to yourself, you ridiculously greedy bugger. ^__~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>*giggles wildly*</title>
    <published>2005-09-13T19:52:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-13T19:54:29Z</updated>
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font-weight:bold;" align="left" valign="middle"&gt;True&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#336699"&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Most repeated phrase on DVD commentary track&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #FFFFFF; font-weight:bold;" align="left" valign="middle"&gt;I was just trying to raise awareness of...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#003366" height="5"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#003366"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" name="submit" value="Fill in your answers and click here!" style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#003366"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #FFFFFF;" align="center"&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.blogquiz.net/" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Fun Quiz&lt;/a&gt; created by &lt;a href="http://www.blogquiz.net/users/akhmed" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Akhmed&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;BlogQuiz.Net&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://stats.blogquiz.net/x/blogquiz.net-blog/0" border="0" width="1" height="1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.primaryads.com/z/7879/CD6855/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Free ringtones and wallpapers!&lt;/b&gt; Click here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's twice Sally's ended up with a 'fro! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how come I haven't shown up in anyone's movie?  *sniffles*</content>
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    <title>[Private post]</title>
    <published>2005-09-11T23:49:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-26T02:16:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel like a dog that's been running in circles chasing its tail. I'm so tired.  I'm happy about school, but I'm not.  I want more time to myself and I certainly can't get that while going to school.  But I like class.  It's so interesting and it occupies me.  And there are more familiar faces than I expected in class this year.  That makes me comfortable and happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally thinks it's a good thing, that I'm getting out I mean.  She thinks it's a good idea for me to be exposed to other people. I don't want other people; I'd rather stay on ship with her.  Sally's really comfortable to be around and she doesn't seem to mind my moping, whining or bratty behaviour at all.  Sometimes I get the urge to poke her, just to see if I can irritate her enough to make her angry.  It's a weird thing to want to do, but it's how I feel.  She seems unshakable and I feel jealous.  I want to be like that.  Maybe if I were a little more like that, I wouldn't feel so pathetic and childish right now.  And helpless, the helpless part is the most aggravating.  I try not to whine in here, so that’s why I haven’t been on.  I even feel self-conscious whining in a private post.  I’m just a little bit strange I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel even worse, because aside from talking to my mum on the phone a few times, I haven't gone to visit.  I should, I know I should but she sounds so worried.  I feel like if I see her, she'll just know and I don't want to explain to her what happened.  I know I should tell her, I know that she should &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; but a part of me really doesn't want her to know about it.  At all.  I don't even want the thought to come into her head.  It will terrify her.  I don't want to scare my mum like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one thing I'm very grateful for, campus wasn't scary.  I was expecting to feel uneasy at school, like I wasn't safe, like anything could happen but I didn't.  I felt no more or less uneasy than I do on the ship so I think I'm doing better than I thought I was.  Maybe that's why Sally wanted me to go so badly, because she thought I was ready.  Maybe I was, am.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might go visit Sally.  Maybe she'll come with me to see my mum.</content>
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    <title>Better...</title>
    <published>2005-09-04T21:36:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-04T21:59:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm feeling better.  Not the way I want to exactly, but better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes start right away and I'm not organised at all. I don't have anything.  I need to go shopping.  Sally has told me to be "sociable" and take an escort.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to hold piles of paper, pencils, pens, binders and crayons while I fuss, fidget and try to decide what I might need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin and Quatre.... you both stay where you are.  Your right to volunteer has been revoked.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blond_eye_view:4392</id>
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    <title>[Behind the Curtain] Sally, Jade, Adam</title>
    <published>2005-09-01T23:35:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-01T23:35:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Note: Once again, Behind the Curtain entries pertaining to the current plotline will be posted somewhat later than the dates they took place, and some out of order. We apologise for the inconvenience but we've needed some recovery time and these memories/events are painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally: Hello Jade, How are you feeling?  *puts bag down and sits on the edge of the bed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: *rolls over to face the room rather than the wall* *eyes you warily* *tugs the blanket tighter over myself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally: Jade, I’m going to need to examine you. Is that all right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: *nods slowly* *rolls over in the bed* But only you.  No one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally: *looks at Adam* *ushers you towards me* Don’t take it personally Adam.  She’s not out to hurt you; she’s just protecting herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam: *can feel Jade's distress and winces* It's okay, Jade. I'll leave. I understand. I can visit later, just a visit when you're up to it, okay? *part of me is relieved, not wanting to know what they did to you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: *Nods reluctantly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam: *to Sally* Do you want me to go check on Relena while you're doing this.? *is thinking it's way past time I got to know our new friends properly. All of them*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally: That sounds like an excellent idea. Just do the blood sample and the blood pressure test.  I'll do her physical.  I don't think Heero would feel comfortable letting anyone else near her for that at the moment *small smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam: *nods slowly, not wanting to get on the wrong side of Heero, the little I've spoken to him* Okay. *gives Jade a smile I don’t feel* Bye, Jade. *Leaves the room, feeling the need to hit something, preferably the animals who did this*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally: *watches Adam leave* *turns around* Now Jade, *pauses as I see you’re sitting up breathing loudly through your nose*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: You need blood samples right? *rolling up my sleeve on my left arm* *scrubs at my eyes with my right hand* Can you check something when you do the tests?  Can you make sure… make sure… *starts to cry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally: *sits beside you on the bed*  *puts my hand gently on your shoulder* Is that Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: *nods* *starts to shake* *presses against your side*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally: *whispers* Do you want me to hold onto you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: *shakes head violently*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally: Okay, then I’ll just sit here for you.  Is that what you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally: *waits patiently for you to stop crying*  Do you feel a bit better now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: *nods slowly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally: Jade, I know this is hard, but you’re going to have to tell me what you want me to be sure of.  *feels you cringe slightly* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: You have to be sure… have to make sure I’m not… n-not pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally: *coughs lightly to cover my surprise*  I didn’t know you were sexually active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: *small watery laugh* I’m not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally: Jade, if they *pauses trying to think of a way to ask* took advantage of you, you have to let me know.  I know it’s going to be awful, but I have to look at you.  I need to examine you to make sure you’re all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: They didn’t rape me *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally: *slowly* Then why do you think you’re pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: Because they want to breed us. *lets out a hysterical laugh* They want to breed their own Tomorrow People.  We can’t kill people! What good would we be to people like them? I don’t understand this at all! *pulls my knees to my chest and presses my face into them*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally: I don’t think we want to understand Jade.  I really don’t think we want to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade:  *straightens up and rubs at my eyes* Can you do the examination quickly?  I feel tired again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally: Have you been eating?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: *doesn’t look you in the eye*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally: You have to try you know.  You can’t get better if you don’t eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: But I’m not going to get better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally: Maybe, maybe not.  But you can get stronger. You can always be stronger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: I don’t feel strong at all.  *looks at comforter on the bed* Can we just do the examination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally: Ok, first I’ll take your blood pressure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: I want the examination done first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally: Now, lay down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: I know how it works.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally: I’m sure you do.  I just talk to myself when I work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: *pauses and swallows* Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally: It’s fine.  I’m a doctor; my ego is far too vast and great to be injured by one simple remark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: *chokes on a giggle* *relaxes onto the bed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally: *smiles* *lets you get yourself comfortable* I’ll start now, is that all right with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally: *does the exam as quickly and efficiently as possible* *tries not to be upset by the way you’re tearing up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally: I’m done.  *watches you cry silently and starts feeling a little empty*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: *covers myself up and rolls up my sleeve*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally: *silently takes your blood pressure and the blood sample* That’s it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally: I’ll go now so you can rest. *gathers up my things and heads for the door*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: Sally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally: *pauses at the door and looks over my shoulder at you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: Can you come back later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally: I promise to come back with the results as soon as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: I meant can you come back just to come back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally: *smiles* Yes, I can do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: *small smile* Thanks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally: *leaves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: *rolls over and tries to sleep*&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>[Filtered for TP and TT] Because Sally asked me to.</title>
    <published>2005-09-01T22:47:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-01T22:48:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't want to see anyone, it's just that I'm not &lt;i&gt;ready&lt;/i&gt; to see anyone.  At least not right now, maybe later.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, Sally is never far, I'm not alone.</content>
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    <title>blond_eye_view @ 1999-08-04T19:23:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-05T00:27:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-01T23:38:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>That's what I want!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I noticed that Trowa was looking for music recs.  *twitters*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure he won't like most of what I'd reccomend so I've kept my mouth shut. But it did get me thinking, anyone have any recs for me?  I'm not a big heavy metal fan, I like some alternative but very little.  I don't like much hiphop and definitely no rap.  I love dance and ballads (accappella really appeals to me.) I like lots of things that are high energy but I like things with good melodies that flow too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just leave a comment.  My computer is looking empty :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Music that I can dance to gets extra points&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>Behind the Curtain - Jade stops in to drop something off for Quatre.</title>
    <published>2005-07-25T05:20:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-25T05:21:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: *teleports*&lt;br /&gt;Jade: Hi.  *clutches folder to her chest*&lt;br /&gt;Quatre: Hello, Jade.&lt;br /&gt;Jade: ummm&lt;br /&gt;Jade: I know you're not exactly feeling great right now so I'm just here to drop this off.  *hands folder over*&lt;br /&gt;Jade: *fidgets* It's sheet music.&lt;br /&gt;Jade: *looks around then at you*&lt;br /&gt;Quatre: *takes it, hands slightly shaking* Thank you, Jade. *opens the folder*&lt;br /&gt;Jade: I'm going to go now.  I have to study *teleports*&lt;br /&gt;Quatre: *looks at the music and smiles* *whispers how did you know? *telepaths after you* It's one of my favourite pieces. Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;Jade: [I have special powers :p]&lt;br /&gt;Jade: [OK, so I guessed]&lt;br /&gt;Quatre: *smiles* [When I feel.........maybe later I'll play it for you?] *Pause* [Okay?] *opens the violin case, sits on the bed I'm sharing with Kevin, and realises that I'm crying*&lt;br /&gt;Jade: [OK *hugs*]&lt;br /&gt;Quatre: [*mentally hugs back*] [Sorry, just need some space. We'll talk later. Promise]&lt;br /&gt;Jade: [OK, in the mean time, I'll seriously consider that duet.]&lt;br /&gt;Quatre: [Please do]&lt;br /&gt;Jade: [Get some rest, eventually.  Bye]&lt;br /&gt;Quatre: *picks up the violin, tightens the bow and runs it across the strings* [ I will. *softly* Goodbye, Jade]</content>
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    <title>I have a gift...</title>
    <published>2005-07-22T19:00:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-22T19:04:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Live and Let Die - Paul McCartney</lj:music>
    <content type="html">*giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a surprise for Megabyte and Duo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excerpt from No No Song by Ringo Starr,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A man I know just came from Nashville, Tennessee-o&lt;br /&gt;He smiled because I did not understand&lt;br /&gt;Then he held out some moonshine whiskey, oh-ho&lt;br /&gt;He said it was the best in all the land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said, "No-no-no-no, I don't drink it no more&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of waking up on the floor&lt;br /&gt;No thank you please, it only makes me sneeze&lt;br /&gt;Then it makes it hard to find the door"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said, "No-no-no-no, I can't take it no more&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of waking up on the floor&lt;br /&gt;No thank you please, it only makes me sneeze&lt;br /&gt;Then it makes it hard to find the door"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm holding a grudge, I'm far to mature for that.</content>
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    <title>Because....</title>
    <published>2005-07-20T23:41:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-20T23:45:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Because I've been trying to distract myself and keep myself amused during those little bits of spare time that I have, I've been sneaking off on my own, doing something rather silly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;I've gone to see Star Wars - Episode One six times.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the latest time I was bloody well interrupted by &lt;i&gt;Adam and Megabyte&lt;/i&gt;.  I've never been so bloody uncomfortable in the theatre in all my life.  Would have ran to the bathroom, but I just would have had to run past the ushers completely red faced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all LOUD! And you're driving me mad!  Can't any of you keep it in your trousers?  Or are all of your clothes just mysteriously flying off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a girl properly enjoy Ewan McGregor and Liam Neeson with all the bloody noise around here lately? (I admit, I enjoy Ray Park, but he looks savage and creepy with all that make up.)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, don't ask me about studying.  I'm doing it, really.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't suppose my criminology prof. will ask us about a galaxy far, far away on the exam, will he? Darn it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and John Williams is brilliant.  He always has been brilliant and he always will be brilliant.</content>
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    <title>Today is not the day meant for me.</title>
    <published>2005-04-21T19:55:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-21T19:55:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Spammers have found my new email.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I'm over-reacting since there was actually only one piece of spam in the spam filter, but I loathe spam.  I don't get to spend enough time enjoying myself on the Internet.  I don't want to spend time deleting emails because some &lt;i&gt;thing&lt;/i&gt; (for lack of a better term) managed to find me. It's aggravating.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a bad day at school.  I felt intelligent until I sat down with several people in my class and found that I'm not half so clever as I thought I was. This just topped the day off with the right bit of frustration to make me want to lay in bed with some warm herbal tea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I bought chips on the way home (as dinner) and they tasted stale.  I suppose they gave me the old batch rather than the fresh one I saw them pull from the fryer.  I should have just bought chocolate and been done with it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. No matter what Megabyte, Wufei or Heero think.  Metallica stinks!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goes to listen to Boyzone and sulk over tea*</content>
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    <title>Uni is driving me insane.</title>
    <published>2005-04-19T01:49:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-19T01:50:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm sorry I didn't do this earlier but I'm very busy.   School work takes away all of the time I wish I could spend doing nothing.  Or doing the things that Megabyte tells me to :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Total volume of music files on my computer?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.2 GB give or take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. The last CD I bought?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was Boyzone,  &lt;i&gt;Where we Belong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;3.a) Wake Up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to have an actual alarm to wake me up.  I could sleep right through music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;3.b) Song playing right now?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back for Good by Take That (Megabyte… shut up :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. Five songs I listen to a lot or that mean a lot to me:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead can I just list songs I really like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)  Bang by Blur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Because We Want to by Billie Piper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Connection by Elastica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Hey Jude by The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Common People by Pulp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. Which five people are you passing this baton to and why?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I don't know.  I won't bully people into posting it, but it is&lt;br /&gt;sort of a fun Meme anyway.</content>
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    <title>[Behind the Curtain - March 30th 1999] Jade and Trowa talk.</title>
    <published>2005-04-03T03:05:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-03T03:32:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; *teleports to ship* *sighs and looks around* *mumbles* Jade, you came here, you better follow through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt; *wanders for a bit looking for one person in particular*  *spots Trowa*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trowa:&lt;/b&gt; *is reading quietly in a corner*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt; Ummm... hi Trowa! *Cheery wave*  I was looking for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trowa:&lt;/b&gt; *raises eyes from the book* *looks at you* Now you found me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt; You could at least /try/ to sound friendly.  *fidgets* There's something I'd like to talk to you about, but I think it's better if we do it off of the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trowa:&lt;/b&gt; *ignores the friendly comment* *closes the books and sets it on the side* *gets up and heads for the hatch* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt; *exasperated sigh*  *scowls then follows you off of the ship*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trowa:&lt;/b&gt; *grins but you can't see it* *walks a bit in the sand and finally leans on a palm tree* *looks at you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt; I just have a few questions.  Don't worry, they're nothing you can't answer... *trails off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trowa:&lt;/b&gt; *crosses arms in front of his chest* *waits*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt; I know Kevin is happy with Quatre.  I’ve known him for a long time, so it's obvious.  But is Quatre happy with Kevin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt; I mean, there seems to be something off with Quatre.  Honestly I don't know him really well, and you two seem close so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt; I was wondering if something was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt; Or if maybe I'm being silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trowa:&lt;/b&gt; *is surprised by the question, even if he doesn't show it*  Quatre is happy. He just tends to worry too much about everything. And us, being trapped here must be bothering him. I'm surprised you noticed, usually he's very good at hiding his emotions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt; *grins*  I read people and I go with my gut.  I have plans to be a detective you know.  Besides, I've had more of a chance to interact with him than anyone else really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt; Well, besides Kevin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt; There just seems to be something wrong with Quatre, no wrong isn’t the right word.  He seems bothered and stressed out so I was wondering if there was anything anyone could do to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trowa:&lt;/b&gt; *nods*  You read people well. *is silent for a moment, deciding if he should tell you or not* Quatre doesn't like to burden people with his troubles. However everyone needs an outlet, and he left his back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt; I understand why he'd be worried about everyone not being able to go home and what that means but he's just odd lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt; He left his outlet behind?  *shifts on the sand*  *makes face as she realizes she's going to have sand in her shoes*  What does he need?  We can probably find it for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trowa:&lt;/b&gt; *gives you another look* How do you deal with stress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt; It depends on my mood.  *looks down the beach and breathes in the smell of the ocean*  I like to paint even is I'm awful at it or play my flute.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt; Or I go to the pet store and look at the dogs *sheepish grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trowa:&lt;/b&gt; *raises eyebrow* You play the flute? Since when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt; Since I was about fourteen.  I haven't been playing as much lately.  There just isn't always time with classes and studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trowa:&lt;/b&gt; Sometimes when you are busy you lose track of some of the things you love. *looks at the ocean* you can't let that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt; It does anyway because sometimes the things you love for yourself aren't as important as the things you have to do.  *looks at you directly* What can I do to help Quatre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trowa:&lt;/b&gt; *gives you a small smile* A violin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt; A violin? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt; I didn't know he played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trowa:&lt;/b&gt; Yes. He's rather good too. *pauses* Quatre uses music to let out all that he carries. It's his outlet. I think he would like to have that back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt; I think I still have one somewhere. *puts finger to lip and taps*  Maybe it's in the attic at home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trowa:&lt;/b&gt; *takes a deep breath* I think he would enjoy playing with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt; Huh?  Oh, *looks around nervously and fidgets* I don't really play around people all that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trowa:&lt;/b&gt; Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt; I feel weird.  And I'm not very good.  The lessons I had were private and the only person I really play for is my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt; I like it, but you know, audiences *makes vague motion with her hand*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trowa:&lt;/b&gt; Play for me. I can tell you if you are good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt; *crosses her arms across her chest*  Maybe another day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trowa:&lt;/b&gt; *smirks* I make you nervous. I see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt; The idea of playing in front of anyone that isn't my mother makes me nervous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trowa:&lt;/b&gt; What if we played together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt; You play too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trowa:&lt;/b&gt; Yes. But I don't have a flute here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt; I'm sure i could find another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trowa:&lt;/b&gt; So are you playing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt; I have an older one, it's a Yamaha with filled rather than hollow keys, and the sounds it gives isn't very full, but it's usable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt; I guess we could do that.  * is too tempted about talking instruments to say no*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trowa:&lt;/b&gt; What you have will do. *waits* Are you going to get them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt; You mean you want to play now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trowa:&lt;/b&gt; No time like the present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt; *looks around nervously*  Could I have a few days to play before we do *winces* I haven't played in weeks ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trowa:&lt;/b&gt; You are not preparing for a recital. *curves lips* Let me know when you are ready. * starts to walk away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt; *snorts*  Thanks Trowa! *waves before frowning*  I wonder if I'll be able to /find/ that violin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trowa:&lt;/b&gt; *stops* *turns around* We should buy one. *grabs some bills from his backpocket* Here. That's all I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jade:&lt;/b&gt; *frowns at you*  I have one, I just have to find it.  Keep your money *thrusts it back at you*  And I'll find you a flute too.  *teleports*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trowa:&lt;/b&gt; *smirks* *walks away*&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Shut Up!</title>
    <published>2005-02-27T10:36:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-04T04:37:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My one chance to sleep in and you guys have to ruin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you. *Points finger at Quatre and Kevin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know exactly what you've been up to for the last half hour or so, and I'm sure everyone else does as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the bloody volume down! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*groans and attempts to go back to sleep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gives up and goes to run a cold bath*</content>
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    <title>Swimming lessons....</title>
    <published>2004-12-22T02:13:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-22T02:13:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Smug smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming lessons today at 1500 sharp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew Quatre would see it my way, with some encouragement. *nods* Not that I enjoy being right or anything, but hey, it's very important to learn how to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry too much about the swimming trunks, Quatre, dear. Once you get wet, you won't even know you're wearing them ;)</content>
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    <title>*sneezes*</title>
    <published>2004-12-15T02:33:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-15T02:33:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">*grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've caught a cold. *glares at Dhaen* The ocean is cold even at this time of year, and because of that I've decided that you and blondie over there *points to Quatre* need to learn to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sneezes again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already heard the excuse that neither of you own a pair of swimming trunks but I'm sure that won't be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smirks*</content>
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