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  <updated>2009-12-21T02:47:32Z</updated>
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    <title>Late Night Show With Da Cuz</title>
    <published>2009-12-21T02:43:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-21T02:47:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Do As Infinity - Shinjitsu no Shi</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt; I'll get The One with no work at all, you'll see&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Cuz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt; :O how?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt; well you see, I've developed a new theory &lt;br /&gt;its called The Reverse Love Theory &lt;br /&gt;if I work to get (and fail) The Wrong One, then the opposite must apply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Cuz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt; no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt; fuck you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Cuz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt; it defo won't hurt to try &lt;br /&gt;scratch that &lt;br /&gt;it defo won't hurt to NOT try (H)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Cuz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt; but you're not working to find the Wrong One. you're working to find out what The One should be like.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt; -nod- and I've already found out what The One should be like &lt;br /&gt;it's pretty easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Cuz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt; oh?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt; The One shall NOT be like The Wrong One&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Cuz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt; no fucking shit &lt;br /&gt;omg, answers like that get me so mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt; XD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Cuz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt; &amp;not;&amp;not;&amp;quot;&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt; I don't know why, cos they're right (A) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Glossary of Terms: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Defo:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;From def-o. Shortened version of &amp;quot;definitely.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>PICZZ!!</title>
    <published>2009-12-13T21:41:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-13T21:43:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dido - Life For Rent</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;So, I finally got around to taking pics of &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;most&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;perfect&lt;/strong&gt; dress in the world (for me, that is). Here they are! ('Cuse the bad quality, it's a known fact that Photoshop and I don't mix.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/armithgreenleaf/pic/0000c82r/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="180" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/armithgreenleaf/pic/0000c82r/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;It be knee length, WITH POCKETZZ!!!1!one&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/armithgreenleaf/pic/0000d305/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/armithgreenleaf/pic/0000d305/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;It be strapless, but it comes with adaptable straps.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/armithgreenleaf/pic/0000epqz/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/armithgreenleaf/pic/0000epqz/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Lovely, eh?&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>News from Work</title>
    <published>2009-12-10T13:32:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-10T13:32:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>No Doubt - Don't Speak</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&amp;quot;Work&amp;quot;, aka Internship. Aka boredom from 7am to 4pm. I HAVE done stuff, but about half of the time I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this entry isn't about &amp;quot;work&amp;quot;. It's about the fact that... yesterday... I found... &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;most&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;perfect&lt;/strong&gt;... DRESS FOR GRADUATION!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Insert squealy, jumpy AG-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm normally not a dresses girl (even though lately I've found myself wanting to buy some), but that's what you wear for your graduation ceremony, thing that is a big deal after enduring so much crap at the university for five years. That night I'll say I'm a Mechanical Engineer (even though I won't get the certificate until later), and look &lt;em&gt;FAB&lt;/em&gt; while I'm at it. I'll see if I can take a picture of the dress, because describing it would be butchering it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I'll look like a fucking Hollywood star (one that could do with a shitload of kilos less, but whatevs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news, I love the BBC website: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/8404025.stm"&gt;Meta Book&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>The Buzz</title>
    <published>2009-11-28T19:44:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-28T19:44:41Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Godsmack - Speak</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Soo... &lt;strong&gt;Changing Madeline&lt;/strong&gt; has been posted on FP. If you're interested, find it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2745988/1/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;. I'm nervous over all the what-if's, but I feel that if I elaborate on them I'll only get worse... so whatever happens, happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today three friends and I started the Salsa Casino lessons; it was fun, but I didn't particularly love the fact that I have to socialize. Bleh. The top dog of the academy made a demonstration of how it looks like to be a Salsa Casino pro; we were all wtf'ed... I was thinking something like, &amp;quot;Shit, I just hope I survive the basic level!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the internship is half way through. Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This probably is my least verbose entry in a good while...)&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>Pre-Changing Madeline</title>
    <published>2009-11-25T02:25:49Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-25T02:25:49Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Slot - Trinity</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Changing Madeline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt; is going remarkably well. I actually pulled a bit of a sprinter this month to get the most chapters written I could (almost as though I were doing NaNo, but without the pressure). I have an undisclosed amount of chapters ready to go, so I'll post the story this Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always freaking scary to post a new story. Yes, I love it. I absolutely adore every character in it. I honestly hope my writing has improved for it. But what if, basically, no one gives a fuck? Yes, I'm writing the story for myself, the way I want it. But what if it slips under the table, as everything of mine tends to do? It's a dreadful prospect, I tell you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's the gambit. *pulls pants up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm not entirely sure what rating I should give it. I have three days to mull it over... I think I'm going for M, even though there won't be smexy scenes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Twit Like a Bird</title>
    <published>2009-11-24T01:47:49Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-24T01:49:16Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Air Conditioner</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There should be no doubts of me loving &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/armithgreenleaf"&gt;GREEN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>Yes, it's just that simple</title>
    <published>2009-11-20T03:23:51Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-10T13:37:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Three Days Grace - Without You</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;So today my best uni friend and I were incredibly bored at our internship place; we literally had nothing better to do than talk about mindless topics. Such as Twilight and the crap that follows (tomorrow&amp;rsquo;s/today&amp;rsquo;s New Moon premiere). I was explaining my point of view (if you don&amp;rsquo;t like it, get out of my face), of how much it&amp;rsquo;s ruining romance for little girls. They think romance is senseless, obsessive and sickly thanks to that astounding pile of dung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;Eventually I mentioned Pride and Prejudice (insert big question mark there), to give her an example of a mind blowing romance. As one of its favour points I mentioned something Twilighters and Twibashers share a dislike for: Did you notice how in the (old, new) movie (and telly series) Mr. Darcy&amp;rsquo;s phizog wasn&amp;rsquo;t Klein model like? How about Sense and Sensibility? Hello, Alan Rickman &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;might&lt;/i&gt; have something going on for him, but he and Kate Winslet back in the day? Yikes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;So here&amp;rsquo;s the low-down, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;Ugly guy + pretty girl = Click &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;Holy stinking shnitzorz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;A guy once told my friend something very cynic, but very true about life. I&amp;rsquo;ll quote him, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;ll see the most drop dead hot girl clinging to the arm of a fucking ugly guy, never the other way around. The truth is, despite or beer bellies, bald batches and down right disfigured faces, we still have a chance. We &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; have a chance. Whereas you girls... don&amp;rsquo;t. It&amp;rsquo;s sad, but it&amp;rsquo;s the truth.&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;She called him a few choice names, but couldn&amp;rsquo;t help agreeing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;We&amp;rsquo;ve yet to see a coupling made of an unlucky girl in the looks department, but not so on her big fish catching skills. It&amp;rsquo;s unfair. It&amp;rsquo;s completely saddening. Worst part? We brought this upon ourselves, with our mindset of beauty glorification, including all the pain we put ourselves through to look like our ideal mental pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they just don&amp;rsquo;t care. They depend on their personalities alone; screw the rest. And if they &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; care, then they&amp;rsquo;re more on our side than theirs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;Sheesh, we should learn about them. Or at least from Jane Austen; the woman had her shit straight, that&amp;rsquo;s why she didn&amp;rsquo;t settle just for anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;And yes, if someone else gushes about Edward Cullen&amp;rsquo;s/Robert Pattinson&amp;rsquo;s or Jacob Black&amp;rsquo;s/Taylor Lautner&amp;rsquo;s perfect physiques, I&amp;rsquo;m going to spew out my innards and all their fillings to their faces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;Please. Don&amp;rsquo;t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:armithgreenleaf:13121</id>
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    <title>&amp;lt;3</title>
    <published>2009-11-02T09:08:46Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Three Days Grace - Without You</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/armithgreenleaf/pic/00009e70/"&gt;&lt;img height="192" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/armithgreenleaf/pic/00009e70/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Isn't that beautiful? &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_breejalil' lj:user='breejalil' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://breejalil.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://breejalil.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;breejalil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;made that for me, since I am now posting in&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_the_write_away' lj:user='the_write_away' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/the_write_away/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/the_write_away/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;the_write_away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;community, a community made so the other writers of &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_plagiarismhaven' lj:user='plagiarismhaven' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/plagiarismhaven/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/plagiarismhaven/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;plagiarismhaven&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;can have their own... haven. Why, but I'm just full of wit tonight (might be because it's 4:30am). I don't really know what drove me to post Milky Way there, since I always thought that was one story I was writing solely for the entertainment of two friends and mine. I just wanted to post something, I think. Is that a good enough reason? (Oops if it's not.) Hopefully I'm not driving a figurative dagger through my chest with it;&amp;nbsp;I'd hate if people thought that is the best I can do... not that I'm saying MW is bad, only that it's nowhere nearing the hundred percent of seriousness. Oh well, it's going to be a trial for me. We'll see how I fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news to share after a somewhat crappy week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The writing process for &lt;strong&gt;Changing Madeline &lt;/strong&gt;has officially begun!&amp;nbsp;Boy, I am excited about this one. It has all the things I pin pointed that &lt;strong&gt;Everybody Wants Ryan &lt;/strong&gt;lacked, not to mention I'm virtually dying to get to a certain part of the plot. While everybody's tearing at their hair for NaNo,&amp;nbsp;I'm going to use this month to get further into ChM, with no pressure. After I get a decent lead I'll post it on FP. I have six chapters ready as you read this. Usually I wait until I have ten written to post the story, but we'll see. I kind of want to write more than ten before that so the internship doesn't interfere with my updating schedule (since I &lt;em&gt;should &lt;/em&gt;be starting that fucker soon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heavenbound&lt;/strong&gt; is finished on FP!&amp;nbsp;I posted the last chapter (a kind of epilogue) yesterday, as expected (thankfully FP's admins solved whatever problem they had during the week before Saturday). I'm quite happy (and in shock?) over the amount of reviews the story achieved; thank you all!&amp;nbsp;They were very lovely reviews. Hopefully everybody&amp;nbsp;are as excited as I am over &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_kanilla_maxwell' lj:user='kanilla_maxwell' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://kanilla-maxwell.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://kanilla-maxwell.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;kanilla_maxwell&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;strong&gt;Earthbound&lt;/strong&gt;!&amp;nbsp;(Which she started already, by the way.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, since I was still in a party mood lat week, two friends and I planned a Halloween party for Saturday. It was AWESOME. Sure, at times I got bored, but the up-moments more than made up for that. Special mention to the best disguises of the party, three friends whom cross dressed (and looked one like an old woman, another like a hobo woman, and the last one like a ho) to entertain us. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had fun during the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>Still Festive</title>
    <published>2009-10-26T21:55:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-26T21:55:23Z</updated>
    <category term="vacations"/>
    <category term="changing madeline"/>
    <lj:music>DJ Acrux Mix - Chequete Chequete Che</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;This is pretty funny stuff. Three weeks ago the Technical Tour (TT for short) started, just one week after I returned from Europe and almost failed my last class. It was two weeks of hardcore partying with the uni friends... and visiting industries&amp;nbsp;during our spare time. My goodness, it was GREAT. I'm so happy I went. It would have sucked to miss out on it. I should probably post a list of some of the best things that happened but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AG is one lazy bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, just a summary. I feel like sharing the joy a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0- Way too much booze. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;1- A friend cheated on her bf. He cheated on her during his TT last year.&lt;br /&gt;2- There was a massive hangover one night. Four ppl (me included) were the only ones sober enough to bury the dead.&lt;br /&gt;3- Too much pool party going on, even more beaches.&lt;br /&gt;4- We got screwed over each and every day of the two weeks. But we enjoyed it. (Masochists...)&lt;br /&gt;5- Bad food, even worse sleep. Bad hotels, even worse highways.&lt;br /&gt;6- A lot of group bonding, except for...&lt;br /&gt;7- One despicable guy. One time I landed five punches on his gut. I wasn't the only one who beat him up.&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;8- Quality time with a certain guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a date that followed. I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after that... nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. We had a TT afterparty, too. And who knows?&amp;nbsp;We might have a TT-afterparty afterparty. With the way we're going... It's like we endured the entire career for the sake of going to the TT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that the waters are still, I read a book and... why am I still in a party mood? No, I'm going to write this week. Who knows?&amp;nbsp;I might even use NaNo month to write like mad on Changing Madeline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more partying for AG. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh noes!&amp;nbsp;The fair is coming...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Thursday the Undiscovered ladies interviewed me.&amp;nbsp;Normally they only interview Spotlight authors, but they made an exception for me. For some reason. Yay!&amp;nbsp;It was a bloody lot of fun!&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;can't wait for the podcast ep to be out, even though I won't listen to it (it's like Nicole Kidman. She never watches the movies she's in). The following night they interviewed Mister Black, and they let me listen in on it!&amp;nbsp;Now that is one podcast ep I can't wait to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the internship is looming. We'll see what happens in AG's life up next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, this all means I'm back for good.&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>Tomorrow</title>
    <published>2009-09-20T22:08:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-20T22:08:57Z</updated>
    <category term="vacations"/>
    <lj:music>Some German commercial with a singing mouse or something</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Off to momma country, at last! I'm gonna miss Europe. What I'm not gonna miss about it are the prices...&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>A Post For the Hell of It</title>
    <published>2009-09-19T23:07:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-19T23:07:14Z</updated>
    <category term="vacations"/>
    <lj:music>German MTV</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/armithgreenleaf/pic/0000749e/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="95" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/armithgreenleaf/pic/0000749e/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;I'm in &lt;span style="font-size: large"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frankfurt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, bitches!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>News That Don't Break</title>
    <published>2009-09-13T23:56:43Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-13T23:56:43Z</updated>
    <category term="vacations"/>
    <category term="heavenbound"/>
    <category term="cybernetic pizza"/>
    <lj:music>Crickets don't really shut up</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Yeah, you know, since I like to shout BREAKING&amp;nbsp;NEWS a lot and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after some dimwitted troubles I safely got to Spain. Fucking Spain... You see, we have a love-hate relationship. I love to hate Spain, and Spain hates to love me, so it always hurts me like a bad boyfriend. This time it's my right foot; must've pulled a muscle or something as I was hurrying to catch my train to Valencia from Alicante (which I did miss in the end) while carrying about fifteen kilograms of baggage. Or ten?&amp;nbsp;They felt like a ton. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we learnt from this story:&amp;nbsp;Buy one of those huge-ass cases with wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right the next day was my birthday. I'm 22 years old now peeps, absolutely, atrociously and tremendously &lt;em&gt;old&lt;/em&gt;. That day was the last day with official internet, so I used it to post the Cybernetic Pizza (bet one-shot) and update Heavenbound.&amp;nbsp;From then on it went down hill... I had to help my sister since my birthday (yes...) to move to her new apartment, doing the work for her boyfriend who is still in Sweden for work reasons. That certainly didn't help my stupid, fucking foot to get any better. My sister's also had a bit of a nervous breackdown this week (a lot of stress at work, a lot of shit to sort through at her new place, getting her car towed and having to pay a lot of money to get it back...), so it hasn't really been er, boring. My mum on the other hand is worried (now? the hell for?) by the fact that I'm cutting class to be in Europe (like I&amp;nbsp;was gonna skip out on the chance...), so she's now fretting over the exams &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;'m going to have to take right after I get back. (I&amp;nbsp;should really be studying already. Hah hah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we learnt from this story:&amp;nbsp;Follow your vacation's destination path and not the course work's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we went to the mediterranean beach (well, one in a billion). I&amp;nbsp;hate the beach with a passion, but this one won me ver. I will now forever rightfully complain about every other country's awful bitches, I mean, beaches. After that my sister and I picked up two of her friends and we went to this mountain town, where there was going to be a fair. The fair wasn't hugely successful because it rained, and the band (which was good. They played Welcome&amp;nbsp;To The Jungle first) had to stop before their intrsuments blew up. We went to bed after that (c'mon, we're all grandfolks), but rumour has it the party continued until seven in the morning or so. I wouldn't know, because I was out like a light... until the fucking church's bell started ringing once every hour. I indeed got my eight hours of sleep, in one at a time. Needless to say I'm &lt;em&gt;kinda &lt;/em&gt;sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we learnt from this story:&amp;nbsp;Even though town's fairs are famous they will suck. A town's a town. Although the food there is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went back &amp;quot;home&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;(to stupid, boring Valencia) and rented a movie to unwind. It was &lt;em&gt;Becoming Jane&lt;/em&gt;, Jane Austen's (supposed) story. My sister and I were very sad afterwards, although I played tough as usual. Dude, if Jane Austen didn't get her happy ending... will I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we learnt from this story:&amp;nbsp;Shit happens to the best people, so become the worst people in order for shit not to happen to you. (Is that a moral for real?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girona on Friday. Frankfurt on Saturday. Home on Monday. Exams on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. Freedom for one week. Then technical tour for two. After that internship, December and the thesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we learnt from &lt;em&gt;this &lt;/em&gt;story:&amp;nbsp;Absolutely nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>Peachy Keen</title>
    <published>2009-09-04T13:37:30Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-04T13:38:56Z</updated>
    <category term="heavenbound"/>
    <lj:music>Some Slot song with cyrillic name</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Today is the last day in Goteborg, Sweden, and I have to admit I'm fucking sad about leaving. No, I didn't meet Prince Charming here (or any local for that matter), but I&amp;nbsp;LOVED the place. And that's saying something; I mean, I was pretty sure I was going to be bored to tears here, since... c'mon, it's SWEDEN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Sweden was unexpectedly cool, literally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left today, Friday, the-last-day-in-viking-land for updating Heavenb (the readers have been waiting for... four or five weeks?) and posting the bet one-shot (LilyAnna, I'm coming for you...), but guess what?&amp;nbsp;FP&amp;nbsp;is down. Just my luck! Which means, if it doesn't get fixed by today I'll have to post on... Sunday?&amp;nbsp;Or next week. Maybe next week, cos Sundays are dead days at FP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry y'all. (To those who care.)&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>Breaking News</title>
    <published>2009-09-02T12:11:39Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-02T12:11:39Z</updated>
    <category term="heavenbound"/>
    <lj:music>Evans Blue - Eclipsed</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Heavenbound is officially, really over. I crash-wrote the last six chapters in three days, am I not great or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm expecting some questions from the readers (honestly), but all I'll have to say is... that will be explained later (and they're well familiar with that phrase).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Trying to be productive...</title>
    <published>2009-09-01T13:02:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-01T13:02:01Z</updated>
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    <category term="chasing the babysitter"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Okay so, my stay in Sweden is quickly coming to an end. This Saturday I'll be travelling to Valencia, Spain. It will probably take me all day because I'll have to go to Alicante by plane, and then to Valencia by train. And thanks to that, it would be the fourth (I think) weekend in a row without updating Heavenbound (also caused by the fact that I hadn't chapters ready to post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought it couldn't go on like that, and got the bug. You know, the I-want-to-finish-this-story-to-start-another-one bug. And so I sailed onto an epic journey, called:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finishing Heavenbound in Less Than Five Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shouldn't be impossible. I mean, I've written three chapters of the same story in one day on a few occasions; easy as cake, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well no, finishing a story is always the hardest part for me. But I have to say, it's gone quite well. Just on Sunday I wrote two chapters, yesterday (Monday)&amp;nbsp;I wrote the climax chapter. And that means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only three chapters to go until it's a wrap. Figuratively speaking, that is. I realize I have to overhaul the first seven chapters from scratch, and some opening paragraphs are going. But that's gonna be for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got two tremendously constructive reviews the past week; one person very nicely pointed out a couple of details I need to fix on Headline, and another one did the same with Chasing The Babysitter.&amp;nbsp;I still have to get around to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now my main focus is finishing Heavenbound this week (I should be concentrating on the school work I have to do, hmm?), updating it this Friday (and telling everybody the news about the FPSSA... again), and starting... Changing Madeline!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Insert excited AG-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan is to write at least one more chapter, &lt;em&gt;right now&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>Medicine For The Soul</title>
    <published>2009-08-29T23:18:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-29T23:18:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Evans Blue - In A Red Dress And Alone</lj:music>
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    <title>Holy Smokes!!</title>
    <published>2009-08-18T12:21:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-18T13:20:45Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/armithgreenleaf/pic/00006h9r/"&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/armithgreenleaf/pic/00006h9r/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;I did win a FPSSA!!&amp;nbsp;Well, Heavenbound did. I found out today thanks to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com/u/613365/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HeartLace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt; who sent me a PM, thank you! And special thanks to the people (and the judges) at FPSSA, it's an honour.&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>Wow</title>
    <published>2009-08-13T23:16:24Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-18T15:07:12Z</updated>
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    <category term="everybody wants ryan"/>
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    <lj:music>Drunk Swedish Vikings downstairs</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/armithgreenleaf/pic/00005tk1/"&gt;&lt;img height="160" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/armithgreenleaf/pic/00005tk1/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Er, well yeah. That pretty much explains it all. HUGE thanks to all the lovely people who voted for EWR!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means I lost my bet with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://undi-land.ning.com/profile/LilyAnna"&gt;LilyAnna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (you set me up, you little&amp;nbsp;minx), and I have to write a one-shot dedicated to her (Conditions of the bet:&amp;nbsp;If I won the award, which I was pretty sure wasn't gonna happen, I had to write a one-shot. If I lost, which&amp;nbsp;I was pretty sure was gonna happen, then she had to do something... which I was supposed to decide after I lost!&amp;nbsp;Dang it). Luckily for you, I have a few ideas already, Sweden has kind of been an inspiration for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a deal girl, don't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda disappointed by the fact that Heavenbound didn't win anything at all at the FPSSA, I was way more confident about that story. It's a bit ironic, I suppose, because&amp;nbsp;that's my best story so far,&amp;nbsp;but there's nothing I can do about it. So I gotta get a-move on, huh? I just don't want to think it wasn't &amp;quot;good enough&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;(which I guess was the case, really).&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>Crazy Indian Song</title>
    <published>2009-08-02T18:46:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-03T17:14:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Crazy Hindi Song</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Okay, no offence anyone. I'm not making fun of the Hindi music or culture. But you gotta admit, this video is the cream of the crop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Undiscovered Yappin'</title>
    <published>2009-08-01T22:43:09Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-01T22:44:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Rammstein - Amerika</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;The people at &lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://undiscovered.byethost9.com/index.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Undiscovered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; have a new website solely for members networking; there you'll find the spotlighted/highlighted authors and all staff members. It's a lot of fun, not to mention they have a super nifty chat feature. Join &lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://undi-land.ning.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!</content>
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    <title>The Day Story of AG</title>
    <published>2009-08-01T19:48:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-01T20:14:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Deftones - My Own Summer</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Yesterday was &lt;em&gt;one of those days&lt;/em&gt;. You know, the incredibly annoying, lasts for&amp;nbsp;too long kind of day. Possibly &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; went wrong. No, I'm not exaggerating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had Power Generation exam at 11am;&amp;nbsp;I told a friend to go to the uni at 9 to bullshit each other (aka group revise);&amp;nbsp;we wanted to take the exam yesterday, because postponing it for next week would be very complicated (we're full next week). After a while of enduring the &lt;em&gt;intense&lt;/em&gt; heat and sun, and realizing we really weren't quite as prepared for the exam as we thought, we said, &amp;quot;Hey, maybe next week it'd be better!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we started talking to people; most of them wanted it next week. We started gathering signatures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher got to the uni at 10:30ish. People asked him if he could move the exam. He said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he didn't even have the exam ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turned out, the motherfucker indeed do the exam. And it was &lt;em&gt;horrible&lt;/em&gt;. I didn't know any of the theory, and only did one and a half of the two problems. To make matters worse, I thought I had the one-complete problem alright-ish. Well guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No!&amp;nbsp;I made a HUGE mistake! At the beginning. So it's all wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means, I possibly did worse than everybody else. Go me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prophecize myself retaking exams of Power Generation come lte September...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got home. Today was last week pool party (which was postponed due to rain). Now guess what? &lt;em&gt;It rained yesterday&lt;/em&gt;. Fucking hell!&amp;nbsp;It had never rained so much down here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had not sold any of my sixteen tickets; my high school friends bailed out for various reasons, and the rest were pretty much selling tickets too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That worry aside, I set to have lunch with my family while quietly laughing at my misfortune. After that the sky cleared, I got in contact with my fellow pool party organizers and they told me the thing wasn't gonna be postponed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay cool, that meant I had to get ready. So I went to take a shower and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, third country. &lt;em&gt;No water&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaked out for a few minutes and ultimately decided on using the emergency resources. Pay close attention to these, in case you ever need the tips: 20 L of mineral water to bathe a la old fashioned, half a Nivea bottle to shave my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part?&amp;nbsp;Not the first time I've had to do it, certainly not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, 6-ish pm and a friend picks me up. We go to the pool place. I spend about four hours standing/walking around trying to sell my tickets in mid drizzle (stupid fucking clouds). No such luck;&amp;nbsp;I'm taken pity upon and my friends manage to get rid of six of my tickets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to pay ten from my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but no least, I couldn't dive in the pool. I am after all, recovering from a bad cold, and enough was with me standing the drizzle (put a towel on my head though; seems like I'm the only one made out of sugar), so I spent the last two hours sitting by the pool, watching other people have fun while I was so incredibly really fucking bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend walked by like three or four times waving like a nutjob at me;&amp;nbsp;I'd return the gesture. When everybody was leaving he asked if I had fun, and I summarized the entire experience by telling him &lt;em&gt;not one bit&lt;/em&gt;. He then said he waved at me and that those times I should've called him if I was bored so he'd entertain me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insert a truly sad groan there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a million things to do and study for next week; but I'm so going to mope around today.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>Big Deal</title>
    <published>2009-07-30T04:27:54Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-30T21:44:20Z</updated>
    <category term="heavenbound"/>
    <category term="everybody wants ryan"/>
    <category term="earthbound"/>
    <lj:music>Red - Already Over</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;First of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;: Thirteen days to take off. Sweden is waiting for me. So is my older sister with chicken pox (no sweat, I got vaccinated against it yesterday. This is the vaccines year, because anti-chicken pox&amp;nbsp;makes my third- fourth?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Second of all&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Heavenbound&lt;/strong&gt; is officially completed- in the planning, that is. Yesterday I got my ass around to plotting the final chapters for real, which means I'm writing them soon (as soon as the university lets me, that is). It's going to be sixty two chapters in total. 56 is already written, so that means there's only six more to go until it's a wrap. Normally this would mean seven more weeks (or&amp;nbsp;two months)&amp;nbsp;until the end, but as I stated in some prior posts, I don't know how much I'll manage to write during the summer. But cheer&amp;nbsp;up,&amp;nbsp;that means Kanilla can &lt;em&gt;officially&lt;/em&gt; start &lt;strong&gt;Earthbound&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Third and last (but not least)&amp;nbsp;of all&lt;/u&gt;: Voting for the &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://skow.byethost18.com/vote.php?awkward"&gt;SKoW&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;s ends next Wednesday (the fifth). The moderators of the site/awards gave the nominees the option of finding out how well (or not) they're&amp;nbsp;doing, but you see, I'm such a huge chicken shit, I won't ask. Instead I'll wait for the worst (which I'm sure will come), so I won't be surprised one tiny bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everybody Wants Ryan&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;for President!!&amp;nbsp;Er, vote?&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>Fiction With Chompers</title>
    <published>2009-07-28T02:34:29Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-29T00:42:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Guns 'N Roses - Welcome to The Jungle</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/armithgreenleaf/pic/00004hkq/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="" width="200" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/armithgreenleaf/pic/00004hkq" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we can flaunt some banners to show off our mad skillz (aka, these are for writers whose stories are featured in &lt;strong&gt;Fiction With Bite&lt;/strong&gt;. Mine's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fictionwithbite.webs.com/angelsanddemons.htm"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>This blows</title>
    <published>2009-07-25T03:13:58Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-25T03:13:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Red - Wasting Time</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This majorly blows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, we're doing preparations to go on a Technical Tour in October (that is, a trip around the country visiting the biggest industries in different cities, as well as taking some well deserved touristic detours to the beaches and such; to us it's frankly an excuse to make a grand scale trip with friends around the country for fifteen days).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What blows isn't the fact that we're going to beaches. I hate beaches with a deep rooted passion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this huge funds raising activity for yesterday. We rented this gigantic place with a humongous pool and slides for a private night party for about five hundred people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it rained in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only was I pretty damn stunned out of my mind, there was no way I was stepping outside. I've had a nasty cold... or flu, dunno... for the past two weeks. No way I was risking getting worse for anything in the world, not to mention I have to be perfectly peachy to travel abroad in two fucking weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, okay. I was staying home. At the risk of not selling any tickets and then having to pay up with my pocket's (aka bank account) money&amp;nbsp;(if by chance, the event was still gonna be held after the rain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for me it was postponed for next Friday. Wahoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate pools as well.&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>Holy WHOAS Batman!!</title>
    <published>2009-07-21T23:42:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-22T02:44:57Z</updated>
    <category term="everybody wants ryan"/>
    <lj:music>Crickets Chirping</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://skow.byethost18.com/vote.php"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="" width="200" align="absBottom" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/armithgreenleaf/pic/000031g7" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;I have news. Pretty shocking news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everybody Wants Ryan&lt;/strong&gt; has been nominated to the &lt;strong&gt;SKoW&amp;nbsp;Awards&lt;/strong&gt;!! For the Best Awkward Moment category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God... Now who's gonna vote for it?&amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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