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    <title>love_evil @ 2009-05-05T16:42:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-05T15:42:54Z</published>
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    <content type="html">A black cat just walked across my path. Should I be worried?</content>
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    <title>love_evil @ 2009-04-10T18:02:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-10T17:05:21Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-10T17:05:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've just come back from having my hair cut. It's all short and thin and lovely. And I've got an appointment booked for May Ball but I don't see why I'll need it. My hair shouldn't have grown that long in 4 weeks should it? Oh well, it'll look sparkly anyway.</content>
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    <title>love_evil @ 2009-04-01T16:15:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-01T15:18:04Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-01T15:19:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Watching You - White Tie Affair</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Just when you think you understand the bus timetable you get thrown off and end up going into town to avoid waiting for an hour for a bus that you KNOW&amp;nbsp;will take you where you want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note - Easter holidays. Lie ins and chocolate for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Stalker song. Ironic.</content>
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    <title>love_evil @ 2009-03-20T17:04:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-20T17:07:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-20T17:07:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's finally here!!! ABB for Durham! Yes! *happy dance* I think I'll accept my offers tonight once I have spread the good news amongst my family. This and the sun have made my day :)</content>
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    <title>love_evil @ 2009-03-17T17:07:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-17T17:13:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-17T17:13:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Durham have changed the course details on my UCAS track page. I'm excited because it means I should get an offer soon. And then I can accept it and do Student Finance at the weekend. Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenge: Following on from creative writing today I challenge anyone reading this to write a story/poem using the following words:&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; mane, tail, flag, jug, pipe, dust-bin, nut, drum, sun&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used these two years ago to write this:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;Childhood memories&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The sun streams through the cracked window into the small room. I grew up in this room. This place holds so many memories for me; ones I want to remember and ones I struggle to forget. This is where I played out my childhood, safe behind the door and lost in my world of play.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is where I would sit, right here in the middle of the floor. I had a small pony with a long flowing mane that I adored. I use to pretend that it was alive and its rider was me. I would make it shake its tail and gallop across the floor, jumping as I commanded it too. I always wanted a pony like that one. I never got it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I&amp;rsquo;ve never liked nuts. There&amp;rsquo;s just something about them that has never appealed to them. Mummy once gave me some nuts to eat. I tried one then threw the rest in the dust-bin, hoping nobody would notice. Dad noticed. After that, whenever I was given nuts I ate them; even today I&amp;rsquo;ll eat them when they&amp;rsquo;re given to me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I remember when Aunt Susan gave my brother Tom a drum for his birthday. He used to parade around the house bashing down on it as hard as he could. I&amp;rsquo;d cover my ears as he went past and tell him he was being too loud. He would grin at my frustration and carry on marching. The drum was his flag &amp;ndash; his symbol of freedom. He lost his freedom when Dad lost his temper. The drum was never seen again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dad loved his pipe. When he got back from work he&amp;rsquo;d always fall into his chair and smoke the small amount of tobacco he had. I think that&amp;rsquo;s why Tom took an interest in that pipe. I think he saw a way to get his revenge with it. Dad would snap at Tom just for standing near his precious pipe after he first caught him handling it. He&amp;rsquo;d do worse than snap when Tom sat there staring at him as he lit up, transfixed by the crackle as the match was struck and the flame came to life. I see now that it was at those times when Tom came to life. He developed on obsession with fire that wasn&amp;rsquo;t healthy. Fire. It was free to do as it pleased. It was alive and unrestrained. It was powerful. It was deadly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nobody will ever know what really happened. By the time the fire brigade had put out the flames Tom was long gone. My parents were gone too, though I don&amp;rsquo;t think to the same place.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don&amp;rsquo;t blame Tom for what he did. Wherever he is now, I forgive him. He didn&amp;rsquo;t know Mummy would be trapped as well. He knew I&amp;rsquo;d be alright, I think he did it deliberately on the night I went to stay with my friend. I wasn&amp;rsquo;t the one he was angry with; I wasn&amp;rsquo;t the one he wanted to flaunt his power at. He wanted Dad to see just how powerful his friend fire was, then he wanted him to die. No tears will ever be shed over that man&amp;rsquo;s death but Mummy&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There&amp;rsquo;s a broken jug on the floor. That was Mummy&amp;rsquo;s favourite. Even after all these years she&amp;rsquo;s still Mummy to me. I still miss her and I still miss Tom, he was a pain but he was still my brother. They are my family &amp;ndash; were my family. I have a new family now. A mother, a father, a brother and a sister. But not forgetting my favourite member of my new family: my husband.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>FREEDOM!!!!!</title>
    <published>2009-01-22T17:07:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-22T17:07:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Exams are over until the summer! Rejoice one and all!&lt;br /&gt;I am now going to collapse from exhaustion. And then I am going to work out what I want to do with my life.</content>
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    <title>love_evil @ 2008-12-06T15:24:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-06T15:29:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-06T15:29:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Went shopping today with Vic and Cia. It was nice talking to Vic seeing as we don't really communicate much when we're at school and I always find that conversation flows better when you're outside of the oppression of school.&lt;br /&gt;On the journey home the train was really crowded and reminded me of the poem I wrote about my time on the tube. So here it is because I promised Cia I'd show her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bodies massed together, sweating in the tight heat,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Get the f*** off my ass.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Voices ring out over the rumble of the train&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Your hands are so far up - I&amp;rsquo;m like your bleeding puppet.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anger runs rife in the crush.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Frustration in the endless streams of curses and complaints&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The train terminates&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We get off&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Crushed now on the platform&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How much longer must we wait?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The happy memories of earlier lose their rosy tint&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No longer there are smiles &amp;ndash; now there are frowns&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We grumble and mutter, wishing the experience over, wishing we were home&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When will we be home?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think after my experience on the Tube I&amp;rsquo;m becoming claustrophobic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on a true event people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Another one bites the dust</title>
    <published>2008-12-02T16:47:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-02T16:47:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I got an offer from Warwick!! AAB is higher than Manchester and Birmingham but should still be achievable. Yay me :)</content>
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    <title>love_evil @ 2008-10-30T19:35:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-30T19:40:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-30T19:40:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I bring tidings of more good news! &lt;span style="font-size: larger;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birmingham have made me an offer!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABB like Manchester. I am so happy! I probably won't get news from the others for awhile though as they're more likely to wait until they've gotten applications from everyone before dishing out places. Still, I have something more solid to aim for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Books</title>
    <published>2008-09-30T16:36:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-30T16:38:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A&lt;br /&gt;Blood Red Snow White - Marcus Sedgwick&lt;br /&gt;City of stars; City of Flowers- Mary Hoffman&lt;br /&gt;Den of thieves - Julia Golding&lt;br /&gt;Eragon- Christopher Paolini&lt;br /&gt;Fool Moon- Jim Butcher&lt;br /&gt;Grave Peril - Jim Butcher&lt;br /&gt;High Fidelity- Nick Hornby; Heaven's net is Wide - Lian Hearn&lt;br /&gt;Incarceron - Catherine Fisher&lt;br /&gt;Jigs and Reels - Joanne Harris&lt;br /&gt;Kissing Club - Julia Clarke&lt;br /&gt;Lady Friday - Garth Nix&lt;br /&gt;March - Geraldine Brooks&lt;br /&gt;Notes on a Scandal - Zoe Heller; New Moon - Stephenie Meyer; Night Rise- Anthony Horowitz&lt;br /&gt;One for the money- Janet Evanivitch&lt;br /&gt;Princess Diaries 9- Meg Cabot&lt;br /&gt;Quarantine - Jim Crace&lt;br /&gt;Runemarks – Joanne Harris&lt;br /&gt;Sophie's World - Jostein Gaarder&lt;br /&gt;Twilight- Stephenie Meyer; Two for the Dough – Janet Evanivitch&lt;br /&gt;U&lt;br /&gt;Vampire Plagues V - Sebastian Rook&lt;br /&gt;Wicked - Gregory Maguire&lt;br /&gt;Xander Years - Keith DeCandido&lt;br /&gt;Young Nick's Head - Karen Hesse&lt;br /&gt;Zorro- Isabel Allende&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long now and I'll have finished this challenge. Then I can move onto my next challenge of appearing well read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I demand livejournal give me back my editing tool bar! How the hell am I supposed to be able to cut things without my tool bar? Grr.</content>
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    <title>Shipping Meme</title>
    <published>2008-09-22T17:21:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-22T17:23:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Since nothing really interesting happened today and I need something to cheer me up I think I'll do this meme I found a while back.  &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Six ships you like:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Naruto/Gaara      (Naruto) the current love of my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Phantom/Christine      (Phantom of the Opera)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Booth/Brennan      (Bones)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Zuko/Aang      (Avatar)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Daniel/Betty      (Ugly Betty)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;McGee/Abby      (NCIS)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Three ships you used to like, but don't anymore:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="7"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Bakura/Ryou      (YuGiOh!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Bakura/Thief      King Bakura/ Ryou (YuGiOh!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Ren(Len      in anime)/Yoh (Shaman King)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Three ships in your various fandoms OTF that you can't stand:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;10. Sasuke/Naruto (Naruto)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;11. Zuko/Mai (Avatar)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;12. Neji/Gaara (Naruto)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Two ships you're curious about but haven't actually started shipping:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;13. &lt;/span&gt;Shukaku/Gaara (Naruto) it sounds weird but it could work&amp;hellip;possibly.&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;14. &lt;/span&gt;Sasuke/Gaara (Naruto)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Why      do you dislike #11 so much?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;It seems too contrived. Mai is shown having a crush on Zuko but he just ignores her in favour of chasing after Aang, who he definitely has a crush on no doubt. I&amp;rsquo;m a Zuko/Aang shipper so I hate seeing Zuko with anyone else (Katara being a popular person for him to be paired with) but seeing him with Mai especially makes my skin crawl. Zuko being lovey dovey with Mai is just so wrong it defies words.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="2"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Who      is someone you know that ships #13?&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;As far as I know there isn&amp;rsquo;t anybody. Well, maybe one or two people. I&amp;rsquo;ve searched for fics and found about three. &amp;lsquo;Tis rather disappointing.&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="3"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;What      would be your ideal scenario for couple #3?&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;An office romance that involves murder, bones, catching bad guys and dealing with &amp;lsquo;squints&amp;rsquo;. So basically what the show is now but with them actually together instead of there being lots of sexual tension.&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="4"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Which      is your favourite episode for #1?&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;I don&amp;rsquo;t know the episodes off by heart but I think Shippuden 30/31 is the best. The whole bringing Gaara back to life and then the handshake and Gaara smiling. Plus, I think it&amp;rsquo;s in Episode 30 where if you use your twisted fangirl powers of reading between the lines you find that Chiyo tells Naruto to marry Gaara. It&amp;rsquo;s done in a rather roundabout way but it&amp;rsquo;s there I swear!&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="5"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;How      long have you been following couple #6?&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;Pretty much since I began watching NCIS and McGee became a main character. Why did the romance have to go away?&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="6"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;What's      the story with #8? What made you stop liking them/caring?&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;I left the YuGiOh! Fandom. I found other pairings that I like (NaruGaa) and I didn&amp;rsquo;t have time for any other pairings. Plus the manga and anime ended so I had no new material to fuel my love. Besides, I only liked it because it was a crack pairing and thought it would be fun to see if I could actually make it plausible in a story.&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="7"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Which      ship do you prefer - #2 or #4?&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;That&amp;rsquo;s a tough one. I guess Phantom/Christine because the Phantom really should have had his happy ending. Zuko and Aang are also shown to get along as friends but the Phantom and Christine are meant to be lovers. &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="8"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;You      have the power to make one ship non existent. Choose from #10 or #12&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;Another hard one. On the one hand SasuNaru is way too overdone and some fics are just appalling. On the other hand I hate NejiGaa because I don&amp;rsquo;t like Neji (don&amp;rsquo;t know why but I do) and Gaara should be with Naruto. So I&amp;rsquo;ll destroy SasuNaru because half the time people only pair up Neji and Gaara because they need a side pairing to SasuNaru. No Sasunaru, no NejiGaara.&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="9"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;What      interests you about #14?&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;They&amp;rsquo;ve both had traumatic childhoods and when they meet they both have a lot of anger inside of them. They could understand the other&amp;rsquo;s pain and maybe help to ease it. I&amp;rsquo;d like to see if they could have a relationship without killing each other.&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="10"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;When      did you stop liking #7?&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;Again, when the anime and manga ended and I got into the Naruto fandom. Plus nobody was updating existing fics and I wasn&amp;rsquo;t interested in reading new ones.&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="11"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Did      your waning interest in #9 kill your interest in the show?&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;I didn&amp;rsquo;t actually get interested in the pairing until after the anime had finished. Then I was like, &amp;ldquo;OMG they would make such a great couple&amp;hellip;if Anna didn&amp;rsquo;t kill them.&amp;rdquo;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="12"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;What's      a song that reminds you of #5?&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;&amp;lsquo;The Reason&amp;rsquo; by Hoobastank because Daniel started off as really shallow and a total bastard but with Betty&amp;rsquo;s help he&amp;rsquo;s becoming a better person and now sees her as a person instead of just an ugly girl his father hired so he wouldn&amp;rsquo;t sleep with her.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="13"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Which      of these ships do you love the most?&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;Naruto/Gaara all the way. At least for now. I might find another fandom soon and then things may be very different.&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="14"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Which      do you dislike the most?&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;I hate SasuNaru because it&amp;rsquo;s badly done and NejiGaara because I hate Neji but I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t read these two so it doesn&amp;rsquo;t matter as much. I&amp;rsquo;ll go with Zuko/Mai as my most hated because for some reason it is actually canon and I hate having it shoved down my throat.&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="15"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;If      you could have any of these two pairings double date, who would it be?      (even better if they're from different shows)&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;Oh there are so many possibilities it&amp;rsquo;s hard to choose. But, since I can draw a lot of similarities between the two couples I&amp;rsquo;ll go Naruto/Gaara and Ren/Yoh. Gaara and Ren can talk about how they have a bastard for a father and get annoyed at Yoh and Naruto for messing about.&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="16"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Have      #2 kissed yet? Elaborate if you'd like.&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;Yes, right at the end of the musical (because I go by the musical instead of the book) and it was so heartbreaking I cry every time I see it. Sometimes I even get teary just listening to the music.&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="17"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Did      #4 have a happy ending? If the show hasn't ended yet, do you think a happy      ending is likely?&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;No, Zuko got paired up with Mai and you kind of guess that Aang gets paired up with Katara eventually. That was disappointing but they got their happy ending in other ways. And they remained friends so there&amp;rsquo;s always the possibility they&amp;rsquo;ll hook in the end.&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="18"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;What      would make you start shipping #13?&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;No idea. Maybe if Shukaku was released and got a body of his own? Or if he went back to inhabiting Gaara&amp;rsquo;s head. It&amp;rsquo;s really a crack pairing that I&amp;rsquo;m slightly fascinated by.&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="19"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;If      only one could happen, which would you prefer - #2 or #6?&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;I&amp;rsquo;m sorry but seeing as Christine already made her choice the happy ending goes to Abby and McGee.&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="20"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;You      have the power to decide the fate of #10. What happens to them?&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;Naruto realizes that Sasuke is a bastard and runs off to Gaara and they live happily ever after. Meanwhile Sasuke gets bitch slapped by his brother and falls madly in love with him. But Itachi is already taken so Sasuke commits suicide and goes to hell for all eternity. Take that you traitor!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>Fanfic</title>
    <published>2008-09-08T18:18:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-08T18:21:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't know how it happened but I've suddenly becoming curious about the SasukexGaara pairing. I looked about but so far I've not found any good fics, which is disappointing. If anyone knows any good ones I'm open to suggestions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was messing about with the one sentence generator (I love that thing!) and I decide to try and write 50 sentences for SasuGaa. Don't know if it's any good but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Naruto&lt;br /&gt;Title: 50 Sentences of SasuGaaSasu&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: SasuGaaSasu&lt;br /&gt;Rating: T&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: Standard warnings apply I think. This is an experiment and I can't be held responsible for the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Coffee&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;Sasuke knew that Gaara loved him but he also knew that getting between the redhead and his coffee was a bad idea.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="2"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Measure&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;They were always measuring themselves against each other and generally it ended in a draw.&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="3"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Feet&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;Gaara was the only one that knew Sasuke had a secret feet fetish.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="4"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Aware&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;Even when he was sleeping Sasuke was always aware of the ever vigilant presence of his sand-wielding protector.&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="5"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Advice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;When it came to getting relationship advice there weren&amp;rsquo;t many who Sasuke could turn to and so it was with great reluctance that Sasuke borrowed Icha Icha Paradise &amp;ndash; Yaoi Edition &amp;ndash; from a leering Kakashi.&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="6"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Woman&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;Sasuke sometimes wondered if he&amp;rsquo;d still love Gaara if he was a woman; then the redhead would undress and all coherent thoughts would disappear.&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="7"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Power&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;For years Sasuke had been obsessed with power and killing Itachi; now he was obsessed with smooth pale skin, beautiful sea green eyes and hands that always knew where they were needed&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="8"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Uneasy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;There were some dates that always made them uneasy (the anniversary of the Uchiha massacre and Yahimaru&amp;rsquo;s death) because they brought back bad memories and sent them fleeing into each other&amp;rsquo;s arms.&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="9"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Barter&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;Bartering had never been their strong suit as they were so used to getting their way, but they were willing to make allowances for each other.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="10"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Tea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;In-between missions Gaara and Sasuke enjoyed having philosophical conversations over a cup of tea.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="11"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Key&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;They were often asked how they managed to stay together and they would always reply that the key was trust, understanding and lots of sex.&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="12"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Dreamer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;Neither were dreamers: they both knew who and where they were and they were okay with that.&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="13"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Hold&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;Only after sex or a particularly gruesome mission were they willing to drop all their defences and hold each other.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="14"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Weakness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;Their only weakness was each other but nobody was brave enough to exploit such weakness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="15"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Habit&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;Sasuke had an annoying habit of jumping Gaara in the shower when his defences were down and his sand was out of reach.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="16"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Trustworthy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;Sasuke was one of the few people on Gaara&amp;rsquo;s list of trustworthy people and vice versa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="17"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Bouquet&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;He hadn&amp;rsquo;t wanted to catch it, hadn&amp;rsquo;t intended to do it, but his shinobi training had kicked in as the projectile flew towards him and Sasuke had ended up catching Temari&amp;rsquo;s bouquet.&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="18"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Rare&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;It was rare to see Gaara smile so when he did Sasuke would treasure the moment for days afterwards.&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="19"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Fruitful&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;When Temari said that his relationship with Sasuke had been fruitful Gaara looked at her strangely and wondered what fruit had to do with anything.&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="20"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Kiss&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;Gaara would always remember the first kiss he received from Sasuke &amp;ndash; clumsy, rushed, fearful, searching, hopeful and oddly satisfying.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="21"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Bad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;ve been a bad boy Sasuke; you need to be punished,&amp;rdquo; Gaara said, his eyes glowing with perverse delight as Sasuke shivered beneath him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="22"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Ninja&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;A ninja is supposed to be an emotionless tool but they both refused to be used anymore.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="23"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Burn&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;Sasuke was horrified when he saw the burn on Gaara&amp;rsquo;s arm but before he could ask if he had done that during their sparing session Gaara covered it up and left the room.&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="24"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Beauty&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;Not many people appreciated the harsh beauty of the desert but Sasuke did.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="25"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Sexy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;Gaara&amp;rsquo;s fangirls thought he was sexy outside the bedroom; Sasuke was the only one who knew what he was like inside.&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="26"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Bill&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;A sense of pride made them always split the bill.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="27"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Connection&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;They shared a deep connection even though their eyes no longer brimmed with anger and murderous intent.&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="28"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Chemistry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;The chemistry between them was explosive but the flames of passion never died out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="29"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Psychological&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;Gaara&amp;rsquo;s therapist told him his apparent love for Sasuke was a psychological problem &amp;ndash; Gaara told him to go fuck himself.&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="30"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Education&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;Nobody had thought that Gaara&amp;rsquo;s education should extend into sexual intercourse and it wasn&amp;rsquo;t until Sasuke dragged him into his bed did he ever think to question his ignorance.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="31"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Fall&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t worry, I won&amp;rsquo;t let you fall,&amp;rdquo; Gaara whispered and Sasuke knew he was smirking behind his back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="32"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Soul&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;Sometimes Sasuke would look into Gaara&amp;rsquo;s eyes and he would swear that he saw the redhead&amp;rsquo;s beautiful, tortured soul.&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="33"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Cookies&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;Gaara claimed he hated sweet things but Sasuke knew he had a secret affinity for cookies.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="34"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Fly&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;Sometimes Gaara thought Sasuke looked at him like a fly &amp;ndash; an annoyance that he wouldn&amp;rsquo;t mind getting rid of &amp;ndash; but then the Uchiha would grant him a smile and he&amp;rsquo;d know that Sasuke cared.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="35"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Insult&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;Many people thought that Sasuke barging into the Kazekage&amp;rsquo;s office whenever he pleased was an insult to their leader; Gaara never minded the interruption.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="36"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Fountain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;Sasuke thought that Gaara was a fountain of weirdness but he loved him anyway.&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="37"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Panic&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;In the beginning of their relationship Sasuke occasionally awoke from his nightmares screaming, making Gaara panic and think they were being attacked; now he knows Sasuke was reliving the death of his parents.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="38"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Mood&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;Gaara was usually docile but when he was in a bad mood Sasuke knew that even he would not be spared if he further pissed off the redhead.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="39"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Sadistic&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;They never hurt each other except accidentally during training and when Gaara let out his sadistic side during sex.&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="40"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Culture&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;They came from two very different cultures but they managed to understand the darkness within each other perfectly.&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="41"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Selfish&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;They had a tendency to be selfish but when it really mattered they were selfless.&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="42"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Healthy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;They thought they had a healthy relationship even if others didn&amp;rsquo;t.&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="43"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Porch&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;Most couples imagine that in their old age they will sit together on the porch and look out over the landscape; Gaara didn&amp;rsquo;t have a porch so he never entertained this dream.&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="44"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Supplicate&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;Sasuke had always been too proud to beg for anything; then he met Gaara and found that he was not beneath supplicating him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="45"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Stalk&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;At one time Gaara had a problem with the girls who used to stalk him; Sasuke solved the problem by telling the fangirls &lt;i style=""&gt;exactly&lt;/i&gt; what he did to Gaara the night before&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="46"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Scratch&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;Gaara has deceptively sharp fingernails &amp;ndash; the scratches on Sasuke&amp;rsquo;s back are a testament to that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="47"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Statement&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;At first Gaara thought Sasuke was trying to make a fashion statement; then he realized the Uchiha was trying to seduce him into his bed.&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="48"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;REM&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;REM was the typical clue that someone was dreaming; Gaara often wondered if Sasuke dreamed of him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="49"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Discovery&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;Sasuke&amp;rsquo;s discovery that Gaara liked to look him in the eye during sex was a crucial thing in the development of their relationship.&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="50"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Prey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;Gaara once told him that he was prey and that was exactly how Sasuke felt when Gaara looked at him with those hungry eyes before devouring him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:love_evil:21426</id>
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    <title>Books</title>
    <published>2008-08-30T16:42:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-30T16:42:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A&lt;br /&gt;Blood Red Snow White - Marcus Sedgwick&lt;br /&gt;City of stars; City of Flowers- Mary Hoffman&lt;br /&gt;Den of thieves - Julia Golding&lt;br /&gt;Eragon- Christopher Paolini&lt;br /&gt;Fool Moon- Jim Butcher&lt;br /&gt;Grave Peril - Jim Butcher&lt;br /&gt;High Fidelity- Nick Hornby; Heaven's net is Wide - Lian Hearn&lt;br /&gt;Incarceron - Catherine Fisher&lt;br /&gt;Jigs and Reels - Joanne Harris&lt;br /&gt;Kissing Club - Julia Clarke&lt;br /&gt;Lady Friday - Garth Nix&lt;br /&gt;March - Geraldine Brooks&lt;br /&gt;Notes on a Scandal - Zoe Heller; New Moon - Stephenie Meyer; Night Rise- Anthony Horowitz&lt;br /&gt;One for the money- Janet Evanivitch&lt;br /&gt;Princess Diaries 9- Meg Cabot&lt;br /&gt;Quarantine - Jim Crace&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;Sophie's World - Jostein Gaarder&lt;br /&gt;Twilight- Stephenie Meyer&lt;br /&gt;U&lt;br /&gt;Vampire Plagues V - Sebastian Rook&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;em&gt;icked&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Gregory Maguire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xander Years - Keith DeCandido&lt;br /&gt;Young Nick's Head - Karen Hesse&lt;br /&gt;Zorro- Isabel Allende&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma was right, so far Wicked the novel is very different to Wicked the musical. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully once I've finish Wicked I'll move onto the next Jim Butcher novel Cia has lent me; then I'm rereading the Otori triligy and Harsh Cry of the Heron. That's my reading sorted for a few weeks. Now time to see if I can sort out my writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:love_evil:20172</id>
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    <title>Reading challenge-authors</title>
    <published>2008-08-04T14:50:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-04T14:50:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Allende&lt;br /&gt;Butcher, Brooks&lt;br /&gt;Clarke, Cabot, Crace&lt;br /&gt;DeCandido&lt;br /&gt;Evanivitch&lt;br /&gt;Fisher&lt;br /&gt;Golding&lt;br /&gt;Hoffman, Hornby, Heller, Harris, Horowitz, Hesse&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;Meyer&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;Paolini&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;br /&gt;Rook&lt;br /&gt;Sedgwick &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surnames Beginning with H seem to be very popular with authors. As for other books...&lt;br /&gt; A&lt;br /&gt;Blood Red Snow White - Marcus Sedgwick&lt;br /&gt;City of stars; City of Flowers- Mary Hoffman&lt;br /&gt;Den of thieves - Julia Golding&lt;br /&gt;Eragon- Christopher Paolini&lt;br /&gt;Fool Moon- Jim Butcher&lt;br /&gt;Grave Peril - Jim Butcher&lt;br /&gt;High Fidelity- Nick Hornby&lt;br /&gt;Incarceron - Catherine Fisher&lt;br /&gt;Jigs and Reels - Joanne Harris&lt;br /&gt;Kissing Club - Julia Clarke&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;March - Geraldine Brooks&lt;br /&gt;Notes on a Scandal - Zoe Heller; New Moon - Stephenie Meyer; Night Rise- Anthony Horowitz&lt;br /&gt;One for the money- Janet Evanivitch&lt;br /&gt;Princess Diaries 9- Meg Cabot&lt;br /&gt;Quarantine - Jim Crace&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sophie's World- Jostein Gaarder&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight- Stephenie Meyer&lt;br /&gt;U&lt;br /&gt;Vampire Plagues V - Sebastian Rook&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;br /&gt;Xander Years - Keith DeCandido&lt;br /&gt;Young Nick's Head - Karen Hesse&lt;br /&gt;Zorro- Isabel Allende&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm also going to start &lt;i&gt;Heaven's Net is Wide&lt;/i&gt; by Lian Hearn and see if I can read it without first rereading &lt;i&gt;Across the Nightingale Floor&lt;/i&gt;. It's the prequel so I should be able to. It's just all the similar names that confuse me.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:love_evil:17486</id>
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    <title>Book Progress</title>
    <published>2008-06-17T15:57:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-17T15:57:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A&lt;br /&gt;Blood Red Snow White - Marcus Sedgwick&lt;br /&gt;City of stars- Mary Hoffman&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;i&gt;en of thieves - Julia Golding&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eragon- Christopher Paolini&lt;br /&gt;Fool Moon- Jim Butcher&lt;br /&gt;Grave Peril - Jim Butcher&lt;br /&gt;High Fidelity- Nick Hornby&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Jigs and Reels - Joanne Harris&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;March - Geraldine Brooks&lt;br /&gt;Notes on a Scandal - Zoe Heller&lt;br /&gt;One for the money- Janet Evanivitch&lt;br /&gt;Princess Diaries 9- Meg Cabot&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;i&gt;uarantine - Jim Crace&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;Twilight- Stephenie Meyer&lt;br /&gt;U&lt;br /&gt;Vampire Plagues V - Sebastian Rook&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;br /&gt;Xander Years - Keith DeCandido&lt;br /&gt;Young Nick's Head - Karen Hesse&lt;br /&gt;Z</content>
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    <title>love_evil @ 2008-06-02T14:10:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-02T13:18:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-02T13:18:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Finally, Maths is over!!!!! And if I don't take it next year it means that I shall never have to feel incompetent with numbers again! Well, until I have to do tax stuff which when I become rich and famous I can pay someone else to do.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day will now be devoted to biology. I have two past papers to do and I will finish reading my textbook and then probably go through my notes again. Might do more papers if I feel I need to. Am dreading biology slightly less than I was Maths.&amp;nbsp; Don't know whether that is the subject or the fact that I now only have two sets of exams left instead of three. &amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>Writer's Block: The Only True Question:</title>
    <published>2008-05-30T17:40:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-30T17:40:11Z</updated>
    <category term="writer&amp;apos;s block"/>
    <category term="ninjas"/>
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    <content type="html">That's a hard one. Seeing as I'm stuck in a Naruto rut I have to go with ninjas. Although I do love pirates. Ninrates!</content>
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    <title>love_evil @ 2008-05-27T11:59:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-27T11:05:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-27T11:05:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Even though for the past few days it's been cloudy and looked like rain it's remained dry. Today, however, it is raining and miserable. Not a good atmosphere for revision. Although this week is going to be more past papers than actual sitting and going over notes the weather still doesn't motivate me to work. Then again it also doesn't motivate me to write which I guess is good because that takes at least an hour out of my day if I get on a roll. I can't wait until exams are over, then I can enjoy my birthday and do all the things I want to without feeling guilty. I just hope this summer isn't like the last one where most places got really badly flooded. We live on a hill so we're OK but other places...</content>
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    <title>Author List</title>
    <published>2008-04-01T10:37:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-01T10:37:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A&lt;br /&gt;Buckley-Archer&lt;br /&gt;Cabot&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;Evanivitch&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;Hoffman, Hornby, Heller&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;Meyer&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;Paolini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H seems to be a common first letter for the last name of author(es)s. Or at least it is for the books I think look interesting. lol.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:love_evil:13281</id>
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    <title>love_evil @ 2008-03-31T18:49:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-31T18:06:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-31T18:08:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Seeing as it's the end of the month I think I'll post my progress on my reading challenge.&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;City of Stars-Mary Hoffman&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;Eragon- Christopher Paolini&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;Gideon the Cutpurse- Linda Buckley-Archer&lt;br /&gt;High Fidelity- Nick Hornby&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;i&gt;otes on a scandle- Zoe Heller&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One for the money- Janet Evanivitch&lt;br /&gt;Princess Diaries 9- Meg Cabot&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;Twilight- Stephenie Meyer&lt;br /&gt;U&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;Z&lt;br /&gt;Also have books lined up for A, B, D, F, I, L, S, V and Z. Don't know if I'll be reading them any time soon though since exam leave starts in May so I should be studying. I'll get a lot of reading done over the summer though, hopefully.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:love_evil:12171</id>
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    <title>Novel extract</title>
    <published>2008-03-15T17:15:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-15T17:17:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A combination of Pirates of the Carribean 3 and talking to Cia have spurred me on to write this extract from what I hope will one day be a novel. Comments are appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Read more..."&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Read more...you know you want to"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Remind me why we’re here again,” Hayden said as he wrinkled his nose in disgust at the other patrons of the dirty, smoky inn. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Because Thomas said that we could find someone here who knows where the map is hidden,” answered Molly, her blind gaze directed ahead of her as Hayden led her towards an empty table.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Hayden sneered at the mention of Thomas’ name. “I don’t understand why you trust that failure of a pirate.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Because my vision showed me that he could help us find what we’re looking for.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Help us to our graves more likely,” muttered Hayden.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Molly glared at him. “I’m blind, not deaf. And don’t be so judgemental – he might surprise you.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Hayden doubted it. Thomas was a drunk who didn’t know how to keep his hands to himself. The only reason he hadn’t yet molested Molly was because Hayden had threatened to burn off any wondering hands. Hayden would rather leave his friend in a room with ferocious beasts than alone with that snake. In short, Hayden trusted Thomas as far as he could throw him and no mystical vision of Molly’s was going to change that any time soon.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Hayden pulled out a chair and guided Molly into it. She sat up straight, poised and elegant. Hayden sat in the chair opposite her, his elbows resting on the table with his chin perched on his knuckles. He didn’t like this place one bit. Already they were drawing attention to themselves. The inn was full of a range of characters, none of them trustworthy. So far he’d counted five people eyeing up his wallet, two gazing lecherously at Molly, and one who’d looked to be itching for a throat to cut. Luckily nobody had decided to carry out their intentions.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;A busty serving wench sidled up to their table and asked, “What will it be?” &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Water please,” said Molly courteously. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The serving wench gave her a look brimming with scorn. Hayden immediately tensed. “Forget that; we’ll have two beers instead.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The woman nodded in approval before leaving. Molly turned her angered gaze in Hayden’s direction. “Why did you do that?” she hissed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Because normal people don’t go to an inn like this for water – they go to get blind drunk and people who order water are automatically marked as being suspicious. I’d prefer that I didn’t have anyone try to cut my throat while I was here,” replied Hayden in a hushed tone.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“You’re being paranoid,” accused Molly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“I’m making sure we don’t die before that bum shows up.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Before Molly could reply the serving wench was back to distribute their drinks and get her payment. Hayden handed over the coins and she left. He then returned his attention to Molly who was staring at the table in obvious disgust. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Have you ever had beer before?” he asked her in exasperation. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;She flicked her glare up towards him. “Don’t tell me that I have no reason to hate it until I’ve tried it. I know what happens to those who drink this stuff. One of the acrobats at the circus got drunk and decided to do flashy stunts to impress a group of girls. To cut a long story short he died because he tripped over his own two feet and landed on a tent peg. I refuse to touch the stuff.” &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“You drink wine and that’s an alcoholic drink,” pointed out Hayden.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“That’s different.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Of course, thought Hayden, wine was elegant but beer was much too common for a fortune-teller of her standing. He kept the thought to himself though, lest Molly decided to throw the drink at him. Even if she didn’t hit him the whole thing would cause a stir and they’d most likely end up having to battle their way out o the establishment. It was not a comforting thought. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The door of the inn banged open to the sound of raucous laughter. Thomas swaggered in with a bottle of rum in one hand and a woman in the other. They both appeared to be as drunk as each other, stumbling and laughing at their own lack of coordination. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Hayden buried his face in his hands. He’d hoped to remain unnoticed but he should have known that was asking too much. He should have known better than to think that Thomas would be discrete when ‘Thomas’ and ‘subtle’ were two words that were never used in the same sentence as one another.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Thomas alighted in a third chair at their table, pulling the woman down into his lap. “Hello there Miss Molly, Hothead, how have you been?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“We were good until you arrived,” said Hayden through gritted teeth. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Still cranky Hothead? You really should get yourself laid; it’ll do wonders for your temperament.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The woman in Thomas’ lap giggled at his comment while Thomas grinned at his witty retort. Hayden fumed silently, wishing he could punch in the grinning pirate’s face. It was a pity that Molly (for some bizarre reason) liked him; if she hadn’t he’d gladly have introduced Thomas to his fists. But Molly wouldn’t have liked that and Hayden knew that it was a good idea to stay on Molly’s good side whenever possible because she could be fierce when provoked. So he kept silent and allowed Molly to do the talking.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“I’m glad you could make it Thomas,” said Molly in a much more civil tone than Hayden had used. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“I’m glad too Miss Molly,” said Thomas with a wink that went unseen by the blind girl. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Stop stalling and tell us who knows where the map is,” demanded Hayden, impatient to get this over with and get as far away from the damned pirate as possible.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Can’t that wait until I’ve had a drink?” asked Thomas innocently.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“No it can’t! And get rid of that limpet hanging off your arm.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Thomas looked at the woman who was sitting on his lap as if noticing her for the first time. “Sorry baby but I have business to take care of.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The woman pouted but left all the same. Hayden hoped that now they could finally get this over and done with. He should have known better than to think anything to do with Thomas would be that simple.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>love_evil @ 2008-03-07T18:21:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-07T18:30:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-08T18:49:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This year (as well as telling myself to start work on my novel) I've decided that I should spend less time reading fanfiction and more time reading real books. As such my friend has convinced me to do the althabet challenge. The ones in normal script are the ones I've read and the ones in italic are what I'm currently reading.&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;City of Stars - Mary Hoffman&lt;br /&gt;D &lt;br /&gt;E&lt;i&gt;ragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;Gideon the Cutpurse - Linda Buckley-Archer&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;i&gt;igh Fidelity&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;One for the money - Janet Evanivich&lt;br /&gt;Princess Diaries to the Nines - Meg Cabot&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;U&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not overly impressive but it is a start. I have a few books lined up already to read afterwards so that's alright. I wonder how much the list will have grown by April?</content>
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    <title>love_evil @ 2008-02-27T07:32:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-27T07:38:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-27T07:38:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OMG. At one in the morning I woke up to find my bed and the stand next to it shaking. Since it was so windy yesterday I thought that the roof had blown off or something to that extent. I later found out that I had just lived through the biggest earthquake in the UK for 30 years! 5.1 on the rickter scale or something. Not massively big but it's really not something you expect in the UK seeing as we're not on any major fault lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it hadn't been one in the morning I would probably have panicked and run to see if everyone was alright. Since it was 1 though I just went back to sleep after waiting to see if anything else was about to happen. Then I dreamed about trains. Damn earthquake.</content>
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    <title>love_evil @ 2008-02-02T08:46:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-02T08:49:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-02T08:49:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OMG! Snow!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;There's only like 1cm of the stuff but I don't care! It's lying and from the office window you can see that everything is covered in it. It's such a pretty and inspirational picture. But before I start writing anything I need breakfast. Brain food to get the creative juices flowing.</content>
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    <title>love_evil @ 2008-01-05T15:28:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-05T15:34:45Z</published>
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    <content type="html">After hours of trailing around shops I have finally found THE dress for the may ball. It was way more expensive than the others, even with 30% off but it still looks great. It's pretty and green and from House of Fraiser. As soon as I've shown it off to my dad I'll have photos and will post them if I can work out how to do it. If not&amp;nbsp; it'll be a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to try and convince myself to revise. Probably not going to happen as i feel dead tired and the thought of work makes my brain hurt. Looks like I'm going to be trying to watch Avatar chapter 13 instead.&amp;nbsp; Much better than revision.</content>
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