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  <title>I'm gonna go where dreams like rivers flow</title>
  <subtitle>Love Is A Verb, Love Is A Doing Word.</subtitle>
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    <name>[jez][lightyear]</name>
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  <updated>2008-07-23T14:09:53Z</updated>
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    <title>eleven.</title>
    <published>2008-07-23T14:09:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-23T14:09:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jamie Cullum - Twentysomething</lj:music>
    <content type="html">basically right, i think it's really sad that some people can't feel sympathetic for someone they don't know.&lt;br /&gt;just the fact that i'm close to HIM, is enough for me to feel some sadness.&lt;br /&gt;he's devastated, and i want to comfort him, and yeah, i got teary eyed when he told me what happened.&lt;br /&gt;but why is that a problem?&lt;br /&gt;rawrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i'll be able to make him feel better.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:createyourselfx:3132</id>
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    <title>ten.</title>
    <published>2008-06-20T19:33:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-20T19:33:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sam Sparro - Black And Gold</lj:music>
    <content type="html">my parents make no sense.&lt;br /&gt;they yell and scream that i've 'disobeyed their orders' or some shit, and then, buy me new clothes and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;=S&lt;br /&gt;dodgy.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not exactly going to complain hhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to move out.&lt;br /&gt;as soon as, really.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so annoyed at the amount of people who are getting jobs after looking for like 2 days, and i'm sat here badly needing a job and not getting anything. &lt;br /&gt;and yes, i've shoved my CV in everyone's face possible.&lt;br /&gt;ughh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to move out.&lt;br /&gt;and just.&lt;br /&gt;get away from myself.</content>
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    <title>nine.</title>
    <published>2008-06-09T23:51:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-09T23:51:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lil Wayne - Lollipop Remix</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;i officially&lt;/font&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;hate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; the fucking police. they're cunts. absolutely fucking useless people who may as well just not have jobs as police officers. because they obviously hold biased views, and shouldn't be allowed to make such judgments if that's the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;here's the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;my brother was walking down the road with our dog, and this woman starts shouting obscenities at him, saying he's just spat at her father's feet while he was trying to do the gardening.&lt;br /&gt;she obviously started getting threatening so my brother text me asking me and my mates who were at the house at the time, to come down the road as witnesses.&lt;br /&gt;so me, kelly, jess, ashlee, sean, joe, george and michael went to the bottom of my road, where we saw this woman coming out of the house with a &lt;b&gt;hand axe.&lt;/b&gt; that's the first point i'd like to make. she was holding an &lt;b&gt;axe&lt;/b&gt; in her hand.&lt;br /&gt;so we all ask my brother what's up, he explains that she's started accusing him of spitting at her father, and getting threatening towards him.&lt;br /&gt;so we mooch about for a bit, and low and behold! this woman comes towards us, still with an axe in her hand, pointing at ME and my brother, saying we robbed her father's house?!?!!&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;so anyway, cutting out all of the shit, here's a list of things she proceeded to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;threaten to kill my brother.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;say that all of us are overweight, and called kelly a fat bitch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;raised her fists to sean, about to hit him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;point at my brother, and gesture at him by punching her hand, suggesting she was gonna beat the fuck out of him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shout 'YOU'RE ALL FUCKING SHALLOW MINDED PRICKS, YOU'RE ALL CUNTS, I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU IF YOU SPIT AT MY FATHER'S FEET AGAIN YOU DISRESPECTFUL CUNT. HOW DARE YOU SPIT AT HIS FEET, HE HAS CANCER AND HES 67YEARS OF AGE, HOW FUCKING DARE YOU, I'LL KILL YOU I SWEAR.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;anyway, after all of that, my brother had called the police twice, and they finally arrived after &lt;i&gt;half an hour&lt;/i&gt; of this bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;they go into the house, try to find the axe, and talk to the woman and her father.&lt;br /&gt;her father tells the police that my brother &lt;b&gt;did not spit at all&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the police gather that she's under the influence of alcohol or drugs, and come out to tell us that.&lt;br /&gt;one of the police officers then asks my brother what he would like to be done. he says 'you're the police officers, you've been trained, you tell me what's going to happen.' and then he gets shouted at because he's apparently being 'cocky'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottom line, they tell us that WE are the more intimidating people because we were in a group of eight, and we're teenagers, and that the only thing they can do at this present time is give her strong words. they advise us that next time she gets threatening, to call them if it gets serious.&lt;br /&gt;well i argued how the FUCK would we be able to do that, if she comes at us with an axe again, or her fists even, and starts swinging at us? will we have the TIME to ring them? and they take fucking half an hour to get here anyway, what fucking use would they be then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so angry about this. i really am. and if that stupid bitch says ANYTHING to me, i'm ringing the police on her and her fucking motormouth.&lt;br /&gt;she had track marks in her arms, so she's blates a heroine user.&lt;br /&gt;ughhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;the police make me SICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end rant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>eight.</title>
    <published>2008-06-08T23:36:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-09T23:55:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>T-Pain ft Flo Rida - Low</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the whole club lookin' at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;i wanna be that girl.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; be that girl. one day. one day soon.&lt;br /&gt;;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>seven.</title>
    <published>2008-06-08T01:09:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-08T01:09:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Coheed And Cambria - Feathers EdIt Remix</lj:music>
    <content type="html">well, that was a great conversation about racism.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;hate it hate it hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really quite nice sitting outside to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;it's abit chilly but nothing i can't handle with a cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;i gave in to buying cigarettes, but i got them for half the price from ben's mum. so it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow i've gotta spend £15 on credit for my dear david.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;ahh i don't mind really, i would only spend it on alcohol otherwise, and i don't want to do that this week.&lt;br /&gt;i want to get myself sorted, not fuck myself up even more.&lt;br /&gt;i'll have £15 left.&lt;br /&gt;so i can get myself credit, and have a tenner for emergency supplies, orrrr a night out if im desperate. or just keep it for when i'm skint completely.&lt;br /&gt;my intelligence is escaping me.</content>
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    <title>six.</title>
    <published>2008-06-06T23:17:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-06T23:18:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Spill Canvas - Himerus and Eros</lj:music>
    <content type="html">it's only 12:15 and i'm yawning.&lt;br /&gt;dawn of a new era?&lt;br /&gt;=O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free house 12hours from now.&lt;br /&gt;i may have to invite company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbq methinks?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;don't let me buy cigarettes.</content>
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    <title>five.</title>
    <published>2008-06-06T18:26:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-06T18:26:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;wooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;i've finished moving my room about =] &lt;br /&gt;my bed is now by my window, which will mean i can now have a lamp on my window sill, and READ IN BED. yesssssss.&lt;br /&gt;no telly at the moment though, because of the position of my aerial coming through the wall. hmm. but yeh. nevermind, i'll just watch tv in the living room =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't be bothered going out tonight, i think i'll just finish putting a few bits away in here, have a nice warm shower, put on some pj's, and have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;and then see what's on telly.&lt;br /&gt;NOT have a late night watching telly tonight, but maybe continue reading my book. now i have the lamp =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="150" height="228" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n0/n2588.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this be the book i'm reading. it's amazing. i've read the first few chapters many times, and then given up reading it because i'm lazy. but i really wanna know what happens! it's a complete page-turner. as are all of herbert's books in my opinion. &lt;br /&gt;but yes.&lt;br /&gt;off to tidy abit more.&lt;br /&gt;and then warm shower.&lt;br /&gt;oooh, suits you sir.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>four.</title>
    <published>2008-06-06T15:08:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-06T15:08:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Maroon 5 - Harder To Breathe</lj:music>
    <content type="html">well i just wrote pretty much a whole entry, and accidentally closed it. and the auto-save shit obviously isn't working for me right now.&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/createyourselfx/pic/00003cb1/"&gt;&lt;img width="200" height="212" border="0" align="left" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/createyourselfx/pic/00003cb1/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;BASTARDS&lt;/b&gt;. oh well, it wasn't that interesting anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i had to turn down an opportunity to go to the pub tonight =/ because my parents are only giving me a certain amount of money for this week, and if i want to go to the pub, it's coming out of that. and i need it for food. and phone credit. and phone credit for david. and cigarettes. ahhh i haven't bought any in about two weeks. i'm itching to buy some. i've had like, one a day in the past 2weeks. it's just not working for me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seem to be in a weird mood today, like, i don't care. i'm uninterested. i'm not in the mood for fucking around, being a twat. i feel sluggish and unmotivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to be honest, i'd love to go up north or something for a couple of days, get refreshed. but i have to look after the dog. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i really shouldn't be on here right now, i should be majorly cleaning my room. otherwise i ain't getting any money at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0066"&gt;&lt;u&gt;it's my life, and it's now or never.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>three.</title>
    <published>2008-06-06T02:11:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-06T14:28:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Usher - Love In This Club</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img width="400" height="300" align="left" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/punkyspark/Picture1-13.png" /&gt;i wish life was just, relaxing. easy. straight forward, maybe the odd bump here and there but nothing major. simple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is so beautiful though. i think about it sometimes, about how little of this world i've seen. and how much of it there is that hasn't even been discovered. that's just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;and not even this planet maybe, other planets. planets that existed before ours. i mean. what's to say they aren't//weren't even more amazing than ours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking up at the sky on a clear day, it clears my mind of everything. the way clouds can just sit there, and scud on by. it relaxes me. even just for a second. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="96" height="96" align="right" alt="" src="http://th290.photobucket.com/albums/ll269/abcxtiffy123/th_camera.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish that my mind had it's own built in camera so that i could just look at something and have it take a picture. i could capture all the moments that made me smile, the skies that took my breath away, the things that just can't be explained with words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="324" height="243" align="left" alt="" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii26/Therollingstone101/dreams.jpg" /&gt;and i wish that i could do things i wanna do without losing motivation. i wish that so bad. i would be exercising every day, saying no to food when i know i don't need it, reading books to widen my imagination and vocabulary, trying at least one new thing every day, talking to more people, doing more for myself to make my life more enjoyable and worthwhile and definitely watching less telly at this ridiculous time of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, people have dreams, but i just think i'd procrastinate too much to make mine come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know where all this is coming from. i guess it's stuff that just churns in my head permanently, and i don't realize just how much it goes through my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should really be in bed right now. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;my dad's gonna flip at me if i don't wake up at a 'reasonable time' tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;they leave for turkey on saturday afternoon, i'd like some money for the week to be honest.</content>
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    <title>two.</title>
    <published>2008-06-05T23:27:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-05T23:29:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>watching big brother live.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">right well today was a complete waste of time really.&lt;br /&gt;no point dragging myself to the tesco open evening.&lt;br /&gt;but i REALLY want to work in game.&lt;br /&gt;i really really really do.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know why, i'm not a gamer. i don't know much about games. just the atmosphere in there, makes me want to work there. =D&lt;br /&gt;and to be surrounded by complete game geeks...well. that's just my bag isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;apparently i look like a geek. so i would fit right in. wicked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a pretty interesting visit to the park too. had a stick fight with sean, that was cool.&lt;br /&gt;but it was NOT cool when he got a stick and grabbed me round the neck from behind with it. luckily i'm pretty hench, and it just snapped. ha.&lt;br /&gt;shame on his plan to kill me!&lt;br /&gt;slightly weird being around everyone again, seeing as i haven't properly seen most of them in quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;but it was refreshing.=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big brother 9!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;gosh, the different characters they manage to find and put in that house is immense.&lt;br /&gt;feel abit sorry for the blind guy though. not BECAUSE he's blind, but because of the way the other housemates acted towards him. like they didn't know what the fuck to do, or what to say to him, just because he can't see them.&lt;br /&gt;bless =[&lt;br /&gt;and&amp;nbsp; the same with the albino guy as well. i mean yeah of course he must have been abit of a shocker at first but yknow, don't let that taint how he could be (and probably is) a really genuine and lovely guy!&lt;br /&gt;and because he has an american accent, hardly any of them got his name right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents are going away to turkey on saturday. they're trying to get as much holiday time as bloody possible because my mum hasn't got work at the moment. they've been away so much in the past few months it's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't mind, i like running the house =D lol.&lt;br /&gt;i'm contemplating something, but not sure if i should go through with it.&lt;br /&gt;probably not a good idea to contemplate..but i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch the skies.</content>
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    <title>one.</title>
    <published>2008-06-05T00:47:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-06T14:29:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>i'm watching scrubs</lj:music>
    <content type="html">so i've been thinking that i should write this shit down somewhere because if it stays in my head it probably won't do me much good.&lt;br /&gt;right now, i really think i need to move on with my life. i'm stuck on some kind of repeat loop at the moment. every day is the same as the one &lt;br /&gt;before, nothing varies, aside from the amount of friends i meet up with that day. i'm contributing to nothing, i'm not useful, i'm just, &lt;i&gt;here&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;i plan to change all that. in the past two days i've filled out seven job application forms, and have a list of another half a dozen places that will take my CV. i'm gonna get a job, earn the money i need to earn, save it, spend it, do whatever. but i'll be useful. i won't just be another bum lazing around doing absolutely fuck all every day. &lt;br /&gt;i would like to go to college in september but i don't think it's really for me. i've attempted twice but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;so this is my plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;get a job.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lose weight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;move on with my damned life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and hopefully make some new friends along the way. form new and exciting relationships.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;=]</content>
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