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  <pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2008 15:04:35 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>LEEDS FESTIVAL NEXT WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;Glee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone is going and reckons we should have a drink together outside a tent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07846219975&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ hit me up on that number.  I&apos;m taking 3 phone batteries so I should be able to give you a call and pester you to come see me.  That or I&apos;ll stumble drunkenly into your campsite :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m going to leave here at 5:30am on thursday to get a good spot.&lt;br /&gt;Woo!</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 09 Jul 2008 23:38:12 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>www.plurk.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ like twitter, only I like the timeline muuuch more.  Never really understood Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;If you don&apos;t know what that is then it&apos;s like Facebook status updates, but that&apos;s all it is.  Little updates whenever you feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.plurk.com/user/Abegale&quot;&gt;http://www.plurk.com/user/Abegale&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2008 00:47:50 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>SUMMERRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve finished uni for summer.  GET IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&apos;Neill&apos;s offered me a job again, I took it.&lt;br /&gt;I want a proper job but it&apos;ll do for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of the boys I want tend to want me but I&apos;m going to gym it up a notch and then tell them I don&apos;t want them.  We&apos;ll see who the winner is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-c-currently designing my portfolio, yes yes.  Need somewhere for all the potential employerzz to go gaze at my work.  Not that I have much to show them, I&apos;ll just be ramming it full of photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is the time to make beautiful things and develop my skills.&lt;br /&gt;Weird mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want men.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2008 01:53:01 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;m so tired of my desire to be everyone&apos;s favourite.  It just depresses me when people don&apos;t really like me, even if I&apos;m really quite fond of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there&apos;s the feelings that even the people I hang around most don&apos;t even like me that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People forget about you when you go away and every so often I just feel like I&apos;ve been put into storage.  Like when I appear again it&apos;s like, &quot;Oh right, it&apos;s you. I forgot about you for a moment there.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want people to want me around.&lt;br /&gt;I want people to feel like it just wouldn&apos;t be the same without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss college days.  I miss being totally ridiculous all the time and hanging round people who appreciated the nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live in a house with friends, not people who would prefer someone else to have my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll on next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the stubborn side of me is about to kick in.&lt;br /&gt;Already deactivated Facebook, next I uninstall MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&apos;ll prove they want me and if they don&apos;t get in touch I was right all along.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a loser.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2008 12:52:11 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;m so tired of having the argument about whether you can justify sleeping with someone that isn&apos;t your boyfriend/girlfriend, or sleeping with someone that has a boyfriend/girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your sexual frustration/desire come before the feelings of someone else?&lt;br /&gt;Why should it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any selfish person will find a way to justify it, but it&apos;ll always be about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;So what if you couldn&apos;t get laid for the next five years and then someone hot who&apos;s in a relationship decides to put out?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re not asking me if it&apos;s right or wrong, you&apos;re asking me what it&apos;d take for me to say yes to something that, right now, I&apos;d never do.  What does it take for you to put yourself first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s sex.  Go ahead and sleep with a hundred people if you have the skills to pull them.&lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t bother with relationships.  The whole point of them is to say you wouldn&apos;t be with anyone else, not just for regular sex.  Have a little self control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all just boils down to how much you think you deserve what you want.  If you think it should all be about you having fun you&apos;ll find a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just please, don&apos;t try and get with me.&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t go through that again.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 25 Dec 2007 16:40:17 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;m bored of Christmas.  Today&apos;s been one disappointment after another.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s all down to my attitude though I reckon, so I only have myself to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish this headache would go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself crying about nothing way too much.  This year I managed to cry on my Birthday &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; Christmas.  Excellent.&lt;br /&gt;Then again I could only get a handful of people out (for my 21st) this year and I couldn&apos;t even afford to buy myself a drink.  Not so different from other years I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get 2 people out for my 18th.  At 21 there were about 5 but most of them were just out anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want solid friends.  I want an interesting job.  I need more motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish John wasn&apos;t moving away.&lt;br /&gt;I really really wish he wasn&apos;t moving away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it&apos;s for the best, blah blah, but I love being around him.  I enjoy his company so much and it just makes me happy to hang out at his.  I&apos;m going to miss him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;ll force me to go socialise though.  Find new friends, or just sit in alone a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I suck.&lt;br /&gt;So many people have it so much worse than me and here I am complaining because things got mediocre for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this journal with such happy, enthusiastic entries.&lt;br /&gt;Wtf happened to that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;&amp;lt; Abe &amp;gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 07 Oct 2007 10:44:43 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Ha.  He got more affectionate and nice.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m addicted to him but I couldn&apos;t tell you why.  It&apos;s been 8 or 9 months now.&lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m bored.&lt;br /&gt;I want a cheese and pickle sandwich and I want to be 8 to eat it.  Cheese and pickle sandwiches pwned back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I&apos;m mostly just sitting around doing internet crap, adding people I haven&apos;t spoken to for years to my facebook.  I do these things so I can read their profiles and judge them for what they&apos;ve become.  Maybe that was too honest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni&apos;s crap because we have 2 essays to do this term.  We also have to design a portfolio website and my initial ideas (that I made the morning it was due in) aren&apos;t anything like what I&apos;d like my website to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to focus and do some work.  I skipped a few lectures because I&apos;m lazy and Halo 3 appealed to me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Halo 3.  So very addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can&apos;t be bothered with the coach back to Leeds this evening.&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fall in love.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 20 Sep 2007 09:13:34 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t think he&apos;s worth the stress I&apos;m going through or the effort I put into this.  There&apos;s bound to be people out there who will respond and reciprocate the effort I put in and things I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m so bad at ending relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s kind of like when you&apos;re sitting at a bus stop and you know the bus is due, but it&apos;s just not turning up.  You sit there thinking, &quot;Well it could turn up any minute now and it might fly past it if I get up and walk.  If I don&apos;t walk though I could be sitting here pointlessly and waiting for nothing.  I could be somewhere else in less time than I&apos;m waiting here, doing something better.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I sit and wait, hoping that something will happen.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll stick with it you know.  I don&apos;t feel confident in myself to be alright on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Uni starts next week, I have work to concentrate on otherwise, and there&apos;s big opportunities to make new friends this year.  Got to go join societies this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;What an idiot I am.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 22 Aug 2007 16:02:18 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>If anyone sees me at Leeds festival do say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m feeling like utter crap right now and I don&apos;t know what to do with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might as well tell you.&lt;br /&gt;John&apos;s been texting some girl from work who kissed him recently when he gave ger a lift home.  The texts that she was sending were proper filth and if I hadn&apos;t read them and confronted him on it I don&apos;t know how far it would&apos;ve gone had she made proper moves on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t stop crying when he goes off to work.&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t bring myself to do anything I need to do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m so torn between breaking up with him and putting up with this to give him a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help.&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t need advice, I just need a distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hurts.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 31 Mar 2007 23:35:11 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Had a big argument with my dad today, as you do.  Makes it 100 times worse when you&apos;re in a place thousands of miles from home and you&apos;re trapped with only him to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss John a ridiculous amount.  I think about him most minutes of the day without even realising it.  Just got to speak to him online and I just want to be with him now.&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right got 30 seconds before this machine logs me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt; Abe &amp;gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 12 Mar 2007 21:01:21 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love John.&lt;br /&gt;Lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not IN LOVE.. but I love him as much as I love anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Please let this last for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Abe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 10 Mar 2007 15:36:08 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>House is sorted for next year!&lt;br /&gt;Yesss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I&apos;m going to nap.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 01 Mar 2007 12:53:13 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/Abib/basicpainting2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 28 Feb 2007 22:40:16 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;img src=&quot;http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g178/abegalethethird/basicpainting.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ Start of something I&apos;m making as a secret present for John.&lt;br /&gt;He knows I&apos;ve started making him sonething but I&apos;m not telling him what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparantly my Valentine&apos;s Day present finally arrived today.&lt;br /&gt;Wahey!  I have no idea what it is...</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 18 Feb 2007 17:18:43 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;m so bored.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m sitting in John&apos;s at his computer wondering what I want to be doing and wishing my gamertag would work on his 360.  I don&apos;t know why it&apos;s bing so annoying but I reckon playing some games would pobably lighten my mood.&lt;br /&gt;Not feeling like the happiest person in the world today but I get like that when I&apos;m utterly bored.  John says he&apos;ll drive me back to my flats but then I&apos;ll be bored &lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt; lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m scared I&apos;m messing things up with him at the moment.  I keep just falling into my silent moods and he thinks I&apos;m in a mood or being abnormal.  I&apos;ve just been very tired recently and I need variety in my life or I turn very boring myself.&lt;br /&gt;By variety I mean I need a job or something.  I need more friends and more things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to come home for a week and do fun things with people.  I won&apos;t have a full week in Liverpool for months now because at Easter I&apos;m travelling with my dad for 3 weeks, then I&apos;ll just have to head back to uni.  That means that&apos;s going to be a whole month without John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;b&gt;month.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s going to suck big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.. &lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;I broke the LCD screen on my camera.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gutted.  Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know why I have so much bad luck with LCD screens but I&apos;ve broken another and I hate myself for it.  I don&apos;t have the money for a new camera and I don&apos;t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;My camera is one of the most important things I own and I love taking photos.  I can still take some but I can barely use the camera properly so anything I do take will most probably turn out rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m going to apply for a job in O&apos;Neills and have a look around for jobs in other places.  &lt;br /&gt;The plan is that if I get a job it might giv me something else I have to do and will provide a little variety.  Seeing as I met so many people when I worked in the Birkey I reckon having a job will help me to broaden my network of friends in Leeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes?  Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Here&apos;s hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw John just came up and hugged me for a bit, gave a little abuse and is playing away on his guitar right now.  I don&apos;t think he&apos;s aware of the whole lj thing so I can keep typing without him really knowing that I&apos;m talking about him.&lt;br /&gt;Tuning le guitar, he is.&lt;br /&gt;Cute.  He certainly is loveable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I keep going to update and I write semi decent entries and then just save them as private ones.  Mainly because I never finish them and I usually plan to after a while.  I never do though thanks to the old attention span.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool people might see me in like 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I need a trip home.  Yes yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 29 Jan 2007 20:02:03 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Forget &quot;practically&quot; .. more like &quot;actually&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope I don&apos;t mess this one up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/Abib/DSC012701.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/Abib/DSC012701_.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/Abib/DSC012681.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/Abib/DSC012681_.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/Abib/DSC012671.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/Abib/DSC012671_.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/Abib/DSC012651.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/Abib/DSC012651_.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[clickable photos.  The man shaved]</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 23 Jan 2007 12:24:03 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/Abib/DSC01226.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/Abib/DSC01226_.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;^^ That&apos;s John. (it&apos;s clickable.. but not against very good photo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.myspace.com/rubber_rocket&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;[Click for his MySpace]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m practically seeing him but we&apos;re seeing how things go and haven&apos;t made things concrete yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hasn&apos;t shaved for like 2 weeks btw and that was taken at like 11:15 this morning.  &quot;I&apos;ll do it later.&quot;  He says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m going to go to uni now and I&apos;ll update you on my life when I get home and have nothing better to do ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&amp;lt; Abe &amp;gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Prodigy - Always Outnumbered</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 08 Jan 2007 17:37:10 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>The fire alarm was turned off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it came back on again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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  <pubDate>Mon, 08 Jan 2007 16:27:08 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Fire alarms suck.&lt;br /&gt;Woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on for an age and now my ears hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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  <pubDate>Sat, 06 Jan 2007 04:54:04 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I want a website.  I think that&apos;s one thing I&apos;m going to look into some time soon because I&apos;ve wanted hosting for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Leeds in a matter of hours.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll miss home again.  I just got comfortable again!&lt;br /&gt;This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won&apos;t be back properly at Easter either because I&apos;m going on holiday for 3 weeks with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;Come to Leeds and visit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to feel right somewhere.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 28 Dec 2006 19:41:32 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you had any relationships this year?&lt;br /&gt;One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you had your birthday yet?&lt;br /&gt;16 days ago.  I&apos;m 20 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Seen Happy Feet ?&lt;br /&gt;Nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Been on a diet?&lt;br /&gt;No but I&apos;m starting to sort out my eating habits when I get back to uni.  Ceri and me are going to abuse each other into eating properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pulled an all nighter?&lt;br /&gt;Several&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Drank Starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;With my mum in Leeds ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Bought something(s)?&lt;br /&gt;Must have seeing as I&apos;m £800+ into my overdraft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Met someone special?&lt;br /&gt;Several people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Been out of state?&lt;br /&gt;Been on holiday. Live out of Liverpool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Gone Snowboarding?&lt;br /&gt;Nein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What are you thinking about?&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s got nothing to do with 2006!  Mostly thinking about the males I&apos;ve fallen for this year though.  It&apos;s quite a silly number too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Hugged someone?&lt;br /&gt;Of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Slept in someone elses bed?&lt;br /&gt;At least 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Drank any alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;Litres and litres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Loaned out money?&lt;br /&gt;Got a student loan for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Gotten in a car accident?&lt;br /&gt;Nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Gone over your cell phone bill?&lt;br /&gt;PAYG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Been called a whore?&lt;br /&gt;Most probably but I&apos;m not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) Done something you regret?&lt;br /&gt;A couple of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;Mum or grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Person to call you?&lt;br /&gt;No idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you felt stupid?&lt;br /&gt;All the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you danced with?&lt;br /&gt;People in Blues on Christmas Day.  &apos;twas a laugh and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last yell at?&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t even remember, probably a sister. (no, not a nun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;Got a taxi home, went online, watched dvds until about 7am, slept, got up and ate, came online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair style?&lt;br /&gt;Just a little layered and long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Not entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Not in a romantic sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess that in 2006 I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) stayed single for the whole year&lt;br /&gt;( ) got your first kiss&lt;br /&gt;(x) kissed someone new&lt;br /&gt;( ) dated someone twice&lt;br /&gt;( ) made-out for the first time&lt;br /&gt;(x) made-out in/on a car&lt;br /&gt;( ) dyed your hair&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a major illness&lt;br /&gt;(x) got dumped&lt;br /&gt;( ) dumped someone&lt;br /&gt;( ) got cheated on&lt;br /&gt;(x) played an instrument&lt;br /&gt;( ) said i love you and didn&apos;t mean it&lt;br /&gt;( ) almost died&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed in the snow&lt;br /&gt;( ) fell/been in love&lt;br /&gt;( ) had your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a stalker&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a good relationship with someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) someone questioned your sexual orientation&lt;br /&gt;( ) came out of the closet&lt;br /&gt;( ) gotten pregnant&lt;br /&gt;( ) gotten someone else pregnant&lt;br /&gt;( ) had an abortion&lt;br /&gt;( ) gotten married&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a divorce&lt;br /&gt;(x) dated someone you&apos;ll never forget&lt;br /&gt;(x) done something you&apos;ve regretted&lt;br /&gt;( ) lost someone you love&lt;br /&gt;( ) lost faith in love&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed under miseltoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER&lt;br /&gt;(x) painted a picture&lt;br /&gt;( ) wrote a poem&lt;br /&gt;(x) listened to music you couldn&apos;t stand&lt;br /&gt;( ) double-dipped&lt;br /&gt;( ) skinny-dipped&lt;br /&gt;( ) went to a sleepover&lt;br /&gt;(x) went camping&lt;br /&gt;( ) threw a surprise party&lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed till you cried&lt;br /&gt;( ) laughed till you peed in your pants&lt;br /&gt;(x) flirted shamelessly&lt;br /&gt;(x) visited a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;( ) visited a new state&lt;br /&gt;( ) cooked a disastrous meal&lt;br /&gt;( ) lost something important to you&lt;br /&gt;(x) got a gift you adore&lt;br /&gt;(x) drank&lt;br /&gt;( ) got arrested</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 16 Dec 2006 21:22:14 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Ok I&apos;m simply p*&apos;d off now.&lt;br /&gt;I want my NYC hoody back before I go home.  I wear it constantly around the house and it serves me well when it&apos;s cold and I can&apos;t be bothered picking something to wear.  I left it in Kurt&apos;s for reasons I&apos;ll never tell and I&apos;ve been trying for the past couple of days to get it back.&lt;br /&gt;He&apos;s cutting off my calls and ignoring my texts and if I try any longer I&apos;ll look like a psycho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARGH!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m sick and tired of these circles I&apos;m going in.  I always say it, and I&apos;ll continue to for a while until I either stop dwelling on it or find someone that hasn&apos;t got an &apos;ex&apos; they kind of want to run back to, or someone who doesn&apos;t disappear.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 09 Dec 2006 10:01:24 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>3 hours and I&apos;ll be on the train to Kings Cross to go party for a few days with randoms and a &lt;b&gt;Wii!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days and &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.myspace.com/therealms4u&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;The Realms&lt;/a&gt; will be a trio again for 2 nights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days... &lt;b&gt;and I&apos;ll be 20...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days and I&apos;ll be back in &lt;i&gt;Liverpool!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only hope is that I don&apos;t have a hangover in the next hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case the next week is going to be &lt;u&gt;brilliant&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what are you doing today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt; A very excited Abe &amp;gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 04 Dec 2006 04:15:53 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Why is it I start bricking it about work I need to do when I&apos;m lying in bed?&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to sleep, feeling crappy about things I shouldn&apos;t worry about, when suddenly I realised how much I have to do this week.  I think my head is trying to say &quot;Look, think about that some other time.  Do you realise how much work you should be doing?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I realised I do have a &lt;b&gt;lot&lt;/b&gt; of work to be doing.  Of course I couldn&apos;t sleep after that and now I&apos;m sitting here writing a journal entry and browsing websites for some sort of inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;I have ideas, I just don&apos;t like the thought of asking my friends to pose for photos for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;For Wednesday:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Website&lt;br /&gt;Poster&lt;br /&gt;Banner Ad&lt;br /&gt;Evaluative Report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;For Friday:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit a 4 minute film&lt;br /&gt;Evaluation of film and process&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep sleep.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 30 Nov 2006 22:09:27 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;Blam.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurt cancelled.  To say I&apos;m suprised this happened would be a total lie.&lt;br /&gt;Not his fault, he has friends oming up and they want him to go out with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m just bored of looking forward to things that never actually happen.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m going in circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIRCLES.</description>
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