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  <title>dance.</title>
  <subtitle>dance.</subtitle>
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    <name>dance.</name>
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  <updated>2008-01-16T17:39:38Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:essiella_x:2275</id>
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    <title>Late.</title>
    <published>2008-01-16T17:39:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-16T17:39:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;So, completly sorry have not updated in an age&lt;br /&gt;Computer went dead, along with every single file I own.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been proper stressed with exams and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;Had my birthday couple of days ago.&lt;br /&gt;Going shopping soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all i'm going to say for now, not in a writing mood.&lt;br /&gt;Have to go and re-save pics and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xo&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:essiella_x:2001</id>
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    <title>comparisons.</title>
    <published>2008-01-05T13:26:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-05T13:32:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;em&gt;i was really stupid to think i could ever compete. &lt;br /&gt;there was no way i could, it was obvious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not as funny as her, &lt;br /&gt;or as pretty, &lt;br /&gt;or as talkative, &lt;br /&gt;or as kind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't tell funny stories. &lt;br /&gt;i'm all awkward and mess stuff up. &lt;br /&gt;i'm not skinny, and i have horrible hair in the rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was endeering and illusive and intelligent. &lt;br /&gt;i wish i was mysterious and enticing and poetic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not. &lt;br /&gt;and the only people's attention i can capture are chavs or suicidals. &lt;br /&gt;and as soon as i nearly get there with anyone worthwhile, i ruin it with my boring-ness. &lt;br /&gt;i'm blank. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think that this all sounds a bit emo. &lt;br /&gt;so, to clarify,&amp;nbsp;i'm nice. &lt;br /&gt;and i usually think i'm great.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;but not now. now, i'm just nice. &lt;br /&gt;but nice isn't fun, is it?&lt;/em&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:essiella_x:1570</id>
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    <title>promises.</title>
    <published>2007-12-30T16:10:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-30T16:11:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;em&gt;I sworn I wouldn't cry about this whole situation.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I wouldn't care, which was true up until now.&lt;br /&gt;now i can't stop crying. but not a sort of sobbing cry, i'm not making any pathetic noises, just uncontrollable tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this world would be amazing if everybody thought the way i do,&lt;br /&gt;and everybody seen things as I.&lt;br /&gt;Normally, even in the people I dislike, I have at least an ounce of respect for them.&lt;br /&gt;But not now, now i've found somebody that bends that rule.&lt;br /&gt;I don't respect him in the slighest.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I despise him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only everybody seen things as I,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;because then people would know the people I know, how I know them.&lt;br /&gt;and we'd all be able to see the good in people, even when all your honestly seeking is the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to find good in everyone, and so easy to find the bad.&lt;br /&gt;we're all just lazy, but not me.&lt;br /&gt;i want to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;and i do.&lt;br /&gt;and if adults weren't so fucking righteous about everything, then maybe they would to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- xo&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:essiella_x:1405</id>
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    <title>nearly there.</title>
    <published>2007-12-29T12:00:31Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-30T16:11:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;em&gt;I was.&lt;br /&gt;but now I'm back to square one again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told christmas would entail lots of fights.&lt;br /&gt;and i was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm such a bad person that my best friend has been banned form seeing me,&lt;br /&gt;even though i have no influence over her.&lt;br /&gt;and because people don't want to face up to the fact that their own child was involved too,&lt;br /&gt;people see it fit to blame me.&lt;br /&gt;so in all honesty, i really don't care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;they can do what they want to me.&lt;br /&gt;if they take my computer, i need to do art coursework,&lt;br /&gt;if they take my paints, i'll practice on the wall,&lt;br /&gt;if they take my walls, i'll replace them with a box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if i've wrecked everything that was happening.&lt;br /&gt;but i won't be suprised.&lt;br /&gt;normally i'd say i deserve it, but i blantently don't.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my happiness.&lt;/em&gt;</content>
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    <title>proclaimers.</title>
    <published>2007-12-25T18:48:27Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-25T18:49:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;em&gt;the proclaimers are singing right now, &lt;br /&gt;which is rather relevant to christmas&amp;nbsp;because the arc&amp;nbsp;angel proclaimed to the shepards. &lt;br /&gt;but i dont think that angel had ginger hair and emo glasses, and slept in a bed with his arse hanging out, &lt;br /&gt;like the proclaimers do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i often wonder if baby jesus was sweet and lovely&amp;nbsp;and if they put him in a highchair made of reeds, &lt;br /&gt;coz that would be fantastic, &lt;br /&gt;he could rule over his people like a panda. &lt;br /&gt;but maybe he was a spoilt brat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is any other day. &lt;br /&gt;i'm bored and i miss my nan's christmas parties so much i think sometimes i want to cry. &lt;br /&gt;like i nearly did this morning. &lt;br /&gt;Amy Winehouse was all singing and teary-eyed, and i got so upset because I adore her. &lt;br /&gt;I want her to get better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a unicorn for christmas. &lt;br /&gt;Has Jesus ever seen a unicorn? &lt;br /&gt;Because I was unsure if Jesus was friends with Noah, who was the impatient man who didn't wait for the unicorns. &lt;br /&gt;It's not their fault they're playful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss kareoke. &lt;br /&gt;I miss santa. &lt;br /&gt;I miss my cousin. &lt;br /&gt;I miss my nan &amp;amp; grand. &lt;br /&gt;I miss my bones. &lt;br /&gt;I miss christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xo &lt;/em&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:essiella_x:841</id>
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    <title>impressions.</title>
    <published>2007-12-24T18:27:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-05T13:33:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;em&gt;I know, long time.&lt;br /&gt;Onwards with the festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember last christmas, it was boring, but it was still a family time,&lt;br /&gt;a time I could sit with my cousins, and reek havoc on my loving grandfather,&lt;br /&gt;yet it is now no longer a&amp;nbsp;family time, as they're all jet-setting across the globe,&lt;br /&gt;leaving me alone with my immediates.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i came up with a concept.&lt;br /&gt;the true meaning of christmas is to get so drunk you blank out the following week.&lt;br /&gt;and thats exactly what I plan to do.&lt;br /&gt;tommorow, I recieve my camera, play around with my parisienne themed trinkets, before heading off the next day on a 48-hour rave.&lt;br /&gt;call me selfish, but it will just be full on festive fights, and that is something I could do without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a film last night, Vanity Fair.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm extremly impressionable, as demonstrated frequently.&lt;br /&gt;So,&amp;nbsp;I felt inclined to behave like Rebecca Sharpe (Reese Witherspoon) throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impressionabilty is my main weakness.&lt;br /&gt;I almost subconciously immitate.&lt;br /&gt;Like when I was approximatly 4, I danced with a lady at a party, Beverley, and I adored her.&lt;br /&gt;Called myself Sopherley for the following week, until her charm wore off.&lt;br /&gt;Now, thanks to&amp;nbsp;Miss.Sharpe, I begin every sentence: "Pray," or "I assure you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want siver boots.&lt;br /&gt;My Noel wears silver boots, and for ages I've thought they were fantastic,&lt;br /&gt;I seen some in Office,&lt;br /&gt;and I read my horoscope last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Destiny wears silver boots."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- xo&lt;/em&gt;</content>
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    <title>hello.</title>
    <published>2007-12-20T18:12:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-20T18:12:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;don't even know why I'm doing this.&lt;br /&gt;Bored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel the need to introduce myself.&lt;br /&gt;Go to my profile to sere what I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched The Holiday today,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I quite liked it.&lt;br /&gt;School was a bit of a bore, but it was reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorows the last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;I can finally get some work done without teachers' presence and with Johnny Borrell's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone feels sick.&lt;br /&gt;I'ts me.&lt;br /&gt;Pasta is revolting on occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How nice is this new Luella outfit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e363/Dougies-Princess/untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it on her site, I adore her.&lt;br /&gt;Her and Chanel rank high. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and look at one of my other finds,&lt;br /&gt;Mind buying it me for christmas anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e363/Dougies-Princess/Iheartparis_med.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris Nautical - My favourite thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight holds no plans.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps start&amp;nbsp;making my new bag?&lt;br /&gt;It's a jungle fabric, I stole it from some curtains.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;think I'll&amp;nbsp;hang different little trinkets from it.&lt;br /&gt;I fancy doing something creative tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I've even begun to think of running my own online business.&lt;br /&gt;How cool would that make me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- xo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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