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  <title>I wrote this novel just for you..</title>
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  <updated>2008-09-12T00:38:10Z</updated>
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    <title>stypic @ 2008-09-12T02:26:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-12T00:38:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-12T00:38:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm b-b-b-b-back! (quoting "it" if anyone's interested)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what made me login here to be honest. i haven't been here for years. well, not really but alomst. It feels like years when you can't even locate the button "post" and going "how should you do to post something here /(%/&amp;%(%&amp;€€/#####!!!..ahem ooh, there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm..happy.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm feeling quite stressed but I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;So far this year i've managed to quit my job at the casino (YYYEAH), work at the bbc's upcoming "Wallander" which will be on telly during autumn, worked on the swedish Wallander, the one they will show in cinemas, and now, now im going to Ireland on Monday to work on a horror movie. Great!&lt;br /&gt;Loads of Guinness, loads of fun:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my Sacha, the best guy in the whole wide world if you'd ask me hehe. I've never met anyone who cares about me and loves me the way he does. Im a very lucky girlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Tody's hanging in there. 9,5 years old and still acts like 5 at least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope u guys are well as well. I miss u.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:stypic:67554</id>
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    <title>stypic @ 2007-06-19T00:05:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-18T22:14:45Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-18T22:14:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sky... I’m gonna leave tonight&lt;br /&gt;You know, I’ve got a life to live&lt;br /&gt;And it’s getting late&lt;br /&gt;So I’m gonna leave tonight&lt;br /&gt;I can’t decide if I’m the one you need or what you want out of life &lt;br /&gt;I always thought you’d be the one to leave, the one to change your mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m on a rocket to a dying star, &lt;br /&gt;You have to stay behind &lt;br /&gt;Can’t take you with me cause it’s very far &lt;br /&gt;And you don’t have the time&lt;br /&gt;(Get me out of this place &lt;br /&gt;Get me out of this place&lt;br /&gt;Get me out of this place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky... I’m gonna leave tonight&lt;br /&gt;You know, I’ve got a life to live&lt;br /&gt;And it’s getting late&lt;br /&gt;I can’t decide if I’m the one you need or what you want out of life &lt;br /&gt;I always thought you’d be the one to leave, the one to change your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m on a rocket to a dying star,&lt;br /&gt;You have to stay behind &lt;br /&gt;Before I met you I was crashing cars,&lt;br /&gt;And I was doing fine &lt;br /&gt;Get me out of this place,&lt;br /&gt;Get me out of this town, &lt;br /&gt;Before I drown in your deep pink water &lt;br /&gt;Won’t remember your face,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t remember your frown, &lt;br /&gt;Because I’ll drown in your deep pink water &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten...Nine...Eight...Seven...Six...Five...Four...Three...Two...One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky... I’m gonna leave tonight&lt;br /&gt;You know, I’ve got a life to live&lt;br /&gt;And it’s getting late&lt;br /&gt;I’m on a rocket to a dying star,&lt;br /&gt;You have to stay behind &lt;br /&gt;Can’t take you with me cause it’s very far,&lt;br /&gt;And you don’t have the time&lt;br /&gt;I’m on a rocket to a dying star &lt;br /&gt;You have to stay behind&lt;br /&gt;Before I met you I was crashing cars,&lt;br /&gt;And I was doing fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get me out of this place,&lt;br /&gt;Get me out of this town&lt;br /&gt;Before I drown in your deep pink water&lt;br /&gt;I won’t remember your face&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember your frown&lt;br /&gt;Because I’ll drown in your deep pink water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get me out of this place,&lt;br /&gt;Get me out of this town&lt;br /&gt;Before I drown in your deep pink water&lt;br /&gt;I won’t remember your face&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember your frown&lt;br /&gt;Because I’ll drown in your deep pink water</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:stypic:67186</id>
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    <title>stypic @ 2007-05-09T17:25:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-09T16:25:30Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-09T16:25:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh yeah I've forgot to mention that I've got tickets to Pirates:D yeah!</content>
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    <title>stypic @ 2007-04-24T17:53:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-24T15:56:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-24T15:56:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Johnny Cash - One &lt;3</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm going to write an essay about Christina Rossetti's 'Goblin Market'. Yeaah^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel's coming to visit me before she moves back to Sweden!! -wiiieee-</content>
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    <title>Stratford upon Avon- Ewa's mission to find Gandalf!</title>
    <published>2007-04-19T22:43:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-19T22:43:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yesters we went to Stratford again! yaaaaay! anywas, my mission was to find Gandalf because I knew that he was playing in a play that we didn't get tickets for, unfortunately. &lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't find him but I saw simpsons clouds instead^^ yoy know, the clouds in the beginning of simpsons, yeh well they were exactly the same!!creepy hahaa!&lt;br /&gt;Even if I didn't see Mr McKellen, the play which we went to, Macbeth, was really good! I loved the witches!&lt;br /&gt;yeh.&lt;br /&gt;I felt really proud of myself for knowing about different places so that I could tell the other lost souls that were there for their first time. And the fact that I was able to quote the poem in Hamlet because Frida wanted to write it down on her postcard. God, I'm such a geek:P&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight folks!</content>
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    <title>stypic @ 2007-04-14T19:15:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-14T17:19:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-14T17:19:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Mmmh loveleh, I'm having an exam on Monday, bloody grammar, and I don't know enough to pass the test. The best(=worst) thing is that I'm going to work in about 40 min.&lt;br /&gt;Eeeek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En bänkrad i en rastlös sen april &lt;br /&gt;Jag tittar över axeln och ser dig blinka till &lt;br /&gt;Jag kan få dig när du vill &lt;br /&gt;En vind blåser skräp längs korridoren en sista gång &lt;br /&gt;och du &amp; jag håller andan och håller händer i språnget &lt;br /&gt;Det är inte så långt hem &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Än fanns det tusentals tårar kvar &lt;br /&gt;De var dina att ge vem som helst &lt;br /&gt;äntligen &lt;br /&gt;De är de dyrbaraste smycken du har &lt;br /&gt;Så be aldrig om ursäkt igen &lt;br /&gt;äntligen &lt;br /&gt;passerar vi deras gränser &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minns du vår blodsed, våran lag &lt;br /&gt;Vårt dumma korståg mot en lika korkad stad &lt;br /&gt;jag minns allt som naglarna mot glas &lt;br /&gt;Men du bara skrattar åt mig, förminskar allt till ett skämt &lt;br /&gt;men jag ser på din ängsliga hållning, din jagade blick att det känns &lt;br /&gt;att det är långt hem &lt;br /&gt;Snart finns det inga tårar kvar &lt;br /&gt;De var våra att ge vem som helst, äntligen &lt;br /&gt;De är de dyrbaraste smycken vi har &lt;br /&gt;så be aldrig om ursäkt igen &lt;br /&gt;äntligen &lt;br /&gt;sätter du själv dina gränser &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den där pojken jag aldrig kände &lt;br /&gt;som gick på gator jag aldrig såg &lt;br /&gt;och tänkte tankar jag aldrig tänkte &lt;br /&gt;under ett tunt och flygigt hår &lt;br /&gt;och alla känslor slog och sprängde &lt;br /&gt;hela vardagen full med hål &lt;br /&gt;i en tid då inget hände &lt;br /&gt;i en stad som alltid sov &lt;br /&gt;men älskling vi var alla en gång små &lt;br /&gt;ja, vi var alla en gång små&lt;br /&gt;ja, vi var alla en gång små&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jag kastar stenar i mitt glashus &lt;br /&gt;Jag kastar pil i min kuvös &lt;br /&gt;och så odlar jag min rädsla &lt;br /&gt;ja, jag sår ständigt nya frön &lt;br /&gt;och i mitt växthus är jag säker &lt;br /&gt;där växer avund klar och grön &lt;br /&gt;jag är livrädd för att leva &lt;br /&gt;och jag är dödsrädd för att dö &lt;br /&gt;men älskling vi ska alla en gång dö &lt;br /&gt;ja, vi ska alla en gång dö&lt;br /&gt;ja, vi ska alla en gång dö&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vi ska alla en gång dö&lt;br /&gt;vi ska alla en gång dö&lt;br /&gt;vi ska alla en gång dö</content>
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    <title>stypic @ 2007-04-07T17:48:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-07T15:52:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-07T15:52:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm sick and tired of people having after parties when others(=moi) are going to work the next day. &lt;br /&gt;I'm irritated because I feel like a fool at work.&lt;br /&gt;I've got an exam coming up that is really hard, and right now I won't be able to pass it.&lt;br /&gt;I feel dizzy. I want to sleep.</content>
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    <title>stypic @ 2007-03-28T20:25:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-28T19:31:16Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-28T19:31:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Woooah loveleh weather these past few days! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Josefin, Josefin and Ewa sitting at the beach, competing by trying to throw stones in the water but unfortunately never succeeding- &lt;br /&gt;And from this excessive exercise yesterday "the Josefins" -grin- have now aching arms. Mohahaha. Still it was I who never wanted to give up. At the end of the day i guess I had to as one of my misfortunate stones took a wrong turn and headed for Josefin's head. Luckily it didn't hit her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. Hm. I wanna see 300. And Turtles! maaah&lt;br /&gt;I'm broke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how things are at home. Don't really hear much from people:/</content>
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    <title>stypic @ 2007-03-25T23:32:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-25T21:35:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-25T21:35:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">'She grew up knowing on thing: she was trash'</content>
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    <title>stypic @ 2007-03-22T18:49:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-22T17:49:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-22T17:56:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Note to beloved self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful of what you wish for.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:stypic:63326</id>
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    <title>stypic @ 2007-02-03T12:52:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-03T12:55:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-03T12:55:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Meh, it hasn't been a good day today or yesterday. Actually right now it feels like day is taking the price. I haven't checked my old e-mail for some time, and I just found out about this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello FM Faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are saddened to announce that Matt Hensley will no longer be touring with Flogging Molly. We fully support Matt and his decision and wish him nothing but the best in all of his future endeavors. Matt has written a letter to you, the fans, as he wanted to share his very personal reasons for his departure and to let you know how grateful he is for your years of support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  First let me say that it has been an honor to play with Flogging Molly for the last 10 years. I would have never thought that playing the accordion, an instrument that almost got me shot when I first was learning, would have led me down a road to Molly Malone's, Dave King, and an extended family called Flogging Molly. I have been blessed to be so lucky. I am writing this to tell you that I am leaving the band. This decision was not easy for me. I have an eight year old son Oliver who is becoming a little man, and the feeling that he needs his old man around is becoming too strong for me to ignore. The older my son gets the harder it is for me to leave him behind to go out on tour. Flogging Molly, as you know, is a hard working band that tours most of the year; I would never try to change that. I must follow my guts and step down. I'm departing the band but I will never leave what Flogging Molly has meant to the fans and myself. I look forward to playing on some songs when the band is in San Diego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank all the loyal Flogging Molly fans for the support that you have given throughout the years. It has been a privilege to play music for you. I would also like to thank all the service men and women who have supported the band, may you keep out of harms way. I would like to thank all the bands that let Flogging Molly open for them and all the bands that opened for Flogging Molly. I'd like to thank all the friends and families who have lost someone and feel a little closer to them during IF I EVER LEAVE THIS WORLD ALIVE - I know how you feel, my mom would get nearer every time I played it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Hensley&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-cries-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sings- It's been the worst day since yesterday..</content>
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    <title>stypic @ 2007-01-29T12:15:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-29T12:16:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-29T12:16:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Found a house, in north laines, lovely city centre. WOAAAH! So cool, house warming on Friday!&lt;br /&gt;Running out of time, will update soon!</content>
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    <title>stypic @ 2007-01-10T20:52:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-10T19:56:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-10T19:56:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My main issue today has been to find a place for me and Annika to stay. Easier said than done. I'm really worried about it and even if I have looked through all pages on different websites and there's nothing more to be done, I still can't relax and continue to look through them over and over again..baah it's driving me crazy!!!</content>
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    <title>stypic @ 2007-01-08T17:15:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-08T16:15:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-08T16:15:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">All right, I know I haven't been updating much lately, I'm sorry for that.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that there's so much going on in my head that I'm sometimes too afraid to share it with others.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have some weird disease at the moment. it's not unbearable but it's weird. like my head wants to explode without any reason. Yesterday I ate sweets and suddenly my head went crazy and I couldn't continue..yeah well, you can imagine...can you?:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog is sick as well. he has this huge thing round his neck from stopping him to lick his wound at his front leg. I dunno what it's called at the moment, naah can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;Neways, he eats a lot of pills! because he's big. Big dog=loads of pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else..&lt;br /&gt;Mom's at hospital. A routine I was about to say but no. She didn't feel well so she went to the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving in 11 days. Woow..I thought it was more. I'm so lazy nowadays.</content>
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    <title>stypic @ 2007-01-01T13:32:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-01T12:32:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-01T12:32:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's getting a bit annoying because it's approximately a forthnight until I'm leaving and I haven't fixed a thing. I haven't booked any tickets, I haven't made all the calls I need to make, man I don't even know where I am going to stay!&lt;br /&gt;meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, happy new year to you all!!:)</content>
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    <title>stypic @ 2006-12-23T16:07:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-23T15:07:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-23T15:07:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't express myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find anything decent to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I...baaah, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow I'm gonna get rich (well almost) and then mohahaha i'm gonna spend money on some new clothes!!!^^</content>
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    <title>stypic @ 2006-12-17T20:49:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-17T19:49:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-17T19:49:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I started to write a post but my computer shut itself down and now it's lost.&lt;br /&gt;Can't be bothered to write it all again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm home.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my luggage is lost.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I just want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I've talked to some friends and met Grezzy today and Mimmi yesters.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want from Santa is t get my luggage back.</content>
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    <title>stypic @ 2006-12-13T14:41:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-13T13:41:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-13T13:41:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This course is officially done. YAAAY! heeh, hopefully without any re-tests -crosses fingers-&lt;br /&gt;Had my last exam today eeeek! and I got a letter too, saying that I got in to the b-course! tee-hee:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I'll be online now. Meeep, going out and have lots of fuuun!!!</content>
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    <title>stypic @ 2006-12-05T10:37:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-05T09:37:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-05T09:37:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This strange feeling. Aruging with myself. Some kind of anxiety. Too inexplicable to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am I in the mist?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:stypic:60441</id>
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    <title>stypic @ 2006-12-02T15:27:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-02T14:27:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-02T14:27:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Comment and I'll give you a letter; then you have to list 10 things you love that begin with that letter. After, post this in your journal, and give out some letters of your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got T from trashneil337 and for me, T is for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tody!!&lt;br /&gt;-Tea&lt;br /&gt;-Toast&lt;br /&gt;-Trust&lt;br /&gt;-Trees&lt;br /&gt;-Teddybears&lt;br /&gt;-Talents&lt;br /&gt;-Truffle&lt;br /&gt;-Toffee&lt;br /&gt;-Tomorrow comes a day too soon-sings-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeek, difficult!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's my last day at the archery. -gets sentimental- and my hand is aching i dunno what i've done but yeh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and in exactly two weeks by this time i'll be on a plane heading home. wooow only two weeks left! O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad called me yesterday and asked if I had something to do with the insurance company TryggHansa. I said that I didn't but they had still sent me mail and so dad opened it and revealed that apparently I had some bloody insurance there but it can't be right because my insurance goes through my dad's insurance thingy..AAAH! so, they were reminding me to pay for the insurance or else they'll end it. but but but!!&amp;gt;_&amp;lt; Even if it's wrong and such, I was still afraid that they might put some mark on me for not paying my bills so my dad will call them(hopefully) from his work and tell them that they've made a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;GAH! Hate these grown-up things.</content>
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    <title>stypic @ 2006-11-29T11:44:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-29T10:44:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-29T10:44:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I got my results back on the exams I did last weekend(I believe it was).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PASSED THEM BOTH!!!HUUURRAAAAY!!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pheeew- hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sososoooo happy about it, what a relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting and chatting to K when I got an e-mail saying that the results were on the on the website. heart pounding...aaaand YAAAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thumb was injured yesterday while I was fencing. It was not bad, I got a blister (that split)from the glove but still. It became such a big fuss about it hahaha, people running about looking for first aid and I was cursing the glove giving people lectures of not using it..ever!&lt;br /&gt;finally a girl told me to go to the inquiry desk to ask for a plaster and a guy went with me, just in case hehe, with a sword and helped me wrap my poor thumb.&lt;br /&gt;Haha hilarious when you think about it.</content>
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    <title>stypic @ 2006-11-27T10:32:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-27T09:32:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-27T09:32:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">mmhmmhmmmh. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went wandering in the South Downs. I think we went 13 miles if I'm not mistaken. English miles that is!&lt;br /&gt;I burnt my tounge while drinking hot chocolate as well. it huuurts!!</content>
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    <title>stypic @ 2006-11-24T10:44:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-24T09:44:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-24T09:44:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sooo tired. We were out yesterday and had some coctails. &lt;br /&gt;Isabel is here now! She came yesterday and is leaving tomorrow. Short visit but still nice. She has a job to go back to.&lt;br /&gt;I got a purse for my birthday!!!^^ I couldn't find anything to buy her for three days so I decided to bring her along and that she could find something she liked and well yeah. It so hard because you have to consider if she's able to pack it or not. Neways, she wanted some candles and other things so i bought that and then we ended up eating waffles with cream and chocolate all over it. mmmyummy!</content>
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    <title>stypic @ 2006-11-21T10:06:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-21T09:06:06Z</published>
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    <content type="html">We were planning to go to London last Sunday. Yeeh, right. All the trains were cancelled and if we really wanted to go, we had to take a bus (that replaced the train) to Lewes and then take the train from there. Oh screw..&lt;br /&gt;So we walked to Rottingdean instead^^ loveleh! we went to the Olde Cottage and had cream tea, a really old building. Really cozy!&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Kipling's garden and a museum and ended up on a pub called "the black hourse" woaaaah! cool!&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;We also went to the Marina were I found some Christmas presents^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesters was a bad day. You know a bad day that's just bad because it wants to be bad? Well, it was just that kind of day.&lt;br /&gt;I bought the Pirates of the Carribean 2 though! but then i found it much cheaper at Tescos.. And I got back my summary practice! But the teacher had put grades on all our summaries just to show us how well we would have done if that was our exam...I didn't pass it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'm hoping for a lovely day today.:) yesh! sitting here until 8pm to have fencing. yaaaay!</content>
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    <title>stypic @ 2006-11-18T14:57:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-18T13:57:52Z</published>
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    <content type="html">So it's Saturday and Ewa's done her second exam hurraaaay!... uhm yeah. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had that bloody grammar exam that I've been nagging about and I dunno if I passed it or not. doesn't feel any good at all and the sample test I did the day before the exam didn't cheer me up a bit cause i didn't pass it. So now we'll just wait and see..&lt;br /&gt;Today I had VOC/MCT exam (meaning vocabulary and grammar more in context than understanding why you use this and that for that and blabla) which eerr, was a bit tricky indeed. I've already done it once before, in the beginning of the course and I passed it so if I score worse this time I still have the other grade(the best grade counts):) but you do want to have a better score than the first once since you want to know that you'd made a progress while being here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The archery competition is...right now. Yup. I couldn't attend to it because of the exam and now I have to sit and wait until three o'clock to go and have a look IF the president has come back so that we other poor bastards could do some shootings as well.&lt;br /&gt;I hate when things are not for certain because then I can't plaaaaan, and today is a day when I want to plaaaan my day.&lt;br /&gt;BAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)</content>
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