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  <title>let your memories grow stronger and stronger</title>
  <subtitle>till they're before your eyes</subtitle>
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    <title>lady_of_elves @ 2008-05-02T19:44:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-02T23:46:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-02T23:46:14Z</updated>
    <category term="plugs"/>
    <category term="icons"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;9 The Golden Compass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;  19 Stock&lt;br /&gt;   10 Lord of the Rings&lt;br /&gt;    15 Twilight&lt;br /&gt;    6 The Other Boleyn Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Tamora Pierce - Keladry and Shinkokami&lt;br /&gt;   8 Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;    7 A Great and Terrible Beauty - Gemma (minor TSFT spoilers, there's a couple quotes from the book)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Helena Bonham-Carter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Example:&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="" src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c210/narcissa__malfoy/Icons%208/hbcvibrant.png" /&gt; &lt;img alt="" src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c210/narcissa__malfoy/Icons%208/aragornlight.png" /&gt; &lt;img alt="" src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c210/narcissa__malfoy/Icons%207/edwardxbellafailwhinelame2.png" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;(I cannot believe that I seriously made Twilight icons...so I had to make some 'Twilight fails' sort of icons as well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/ocean_icons/7324.html#cutid1"&gt;Over here!&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Music Meme</title>
    <published>2008-04-04T21:37:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-29T18:39:05Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from various people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your iPod&amp;nbsp;on shuffle and write down the first line of each song that comes up (I did 100, just 'cause). In the comments give me the name and artist of whatever songs you&amp;nbsp;can identify&amp;nbsp;(it's kind of like that moviequote meme but with songs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;There were quite a few instrumentals that came up, but I skipped those.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="my first 100 songs that played"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;1. I've been thinking that you've crossed the line, and if you disagree well that will be just fine&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame for You, by Lilly Allen - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='antibrote' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://antibrote.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://antibrote.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;antibrote&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Before you landed, I had a will but didn't know what it could do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;3. Don't breathe too deep, don't think all day.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What You Own, from Rent - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='farfallerossa' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;farfallerossa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;4. Oh Miss Elphaba, the thing one hears these days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;Something Bad, from Wicked - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sisterwind' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sisterwind.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://sisterwind.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sisterwind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;5.  I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such Great Heights, by Iron and Wine - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sdrawkcabetirwi' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sdrawkcabetirwi.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://sdrawkcabetirwi.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sdrawkcabetirwi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Cinderella's on her bedroom floor, she's got a crush on the guy at the liquor store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;7. Like a movie scene in the sweetest dream I have pictured us together&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for Tonight, by Jennifer Lopez - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sisterwind' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sisterwind.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://sisterwind.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sisterwind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;8. You're cynical and beautiful, you always make a scene&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy, by the Goo Goo Dolls - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='antibrote' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://antibrote.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://antibrote.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;antibrote&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Go to sleep, may your sweet dreams come true, just lay back in my arms for one more night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;10. I'm limited; just look at me. I'm limited, and just look at you, you can do all I couldn't do.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Good, from Wicked - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sisterwind' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sisterwind.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://sisterwind.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sisterwind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;11. In Penny Lane, there is a barber showing photographs of every head he's had the pleasure to know.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny Lane, by the Beatles - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sdrawkcabetirwi' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sdrawkcabetirwi.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://sdrawkcabetirwi.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sdrawkcabetirwi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;12. Thinking about thinking of you, summertime think it was June, yeah think it was June.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dakota, by the Stereophonics - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sdrawkcabetirwi' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sdrawkcabetirwi.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://sdrawkcabetirwi.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sdrawkcabetirwi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I am the key to the lock in your house that keeps the toys in the basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;14. Without you the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows. Without you the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without You, from Rent - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='anaroriel' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://anaroriel.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://anaroriel.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;anaroriel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Hey there, what's that in your sky with all the pretty lights? Think I can get that high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. In time we might walk the straight line, but with memories of a grapevine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;17. There's blood in my mouth 'cause I've been biting my tongue all week.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portions for Foxes, by Rilo Kiley - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='antibrote' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://antibrote.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://antibrote.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;antibrote&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I must go, they'll wonder where I am. Come with me Raoul&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I Ask of You (Reprise), from Phantom of the Opera - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sisterwind' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sisterwind.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://sisterwind.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sisterwind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;19. Oh, stealing moments just to be with you, though it's wrong it's hard to tell the truth.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Don't Have To Know, by John Legend - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='farfallerossa' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;farfallerossa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;20. For those who've slept, for those who've kept themselves jacked up, how Jesus wept.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, by Sia - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='antibrote' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://antibrote.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://antibrote.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;antibrote&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;21. Ridin' in the drop top with the top down, saw you switching lanes.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer Love, by Justin Timberlake - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sisterwind' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sisterwind.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://sisterwind.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sisterwind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Don't you wanna go for a ride, just keep your hands inside and make the most out of life. Now don't you take it for granted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;23. She looks ahead, she paints her toenails red, she's wet and wild, a typical 90s child.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post-Modern Sleaze, by Sneaker Pimps - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='farfallerossa' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;farfallerossa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;24. People I know, places I go make me feel tongue-tied.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Where The Story Ends, by the Sundays - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='farfallerossa' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;farfallerossa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;25. Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity, to seize everything you ever wanted in one moment would you capture it or just let it slip?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lose Yourself, by Eminem - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sdrawkcabetirwi' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sdrawkcabetirwi.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://sdrawkcabetirwi.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sdrawkcabetirwi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Yes yeah we're moving on, looking for direction. Mmm, we've covered much ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I hurt myself today to see if I still feel, I focus on the pain, the only thing that's real&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hurt, by Nine Inch Nails - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sdrawkcabetirwi' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sdrawkcabetirwi.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://sdrawkcabetirwi.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sdrawkcabetirwi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;28. Listen as the wind blows from across the great divide&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possession, by Sarah McLachlan - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='farfallerossa' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;farfallerossa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. I wonder how I ever made it through a day, how did I settle for the world in shades of grey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;30. The long and winding road, let it lead to your door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;The Long and Winding Road, by the Beatles - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sisterwind' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sisterwind.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://sisterwind.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sisterwind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;31. My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, by Dido - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sisterwind' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sisterwind.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://sisterwind.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sisterwind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. I tried to paint you a picture, the colors were all wrong, black and white didn't fit you...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All We Are, by OneRepublic - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='farfallerossa' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;farfallerossa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Fools rush in where angels fear to tread and so I come to you, my love, my heart above my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. It's not a silly little moment, it's not the storm before the calm.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow Dancing in a Burning Room, by John Mayer - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='antibrote' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://antibrote.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://antibrote.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;antibrote&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. All day, staring at the ceiling making friends with shadows on my wall.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwell, by Matchbox Twenty -&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sisterwind' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sisterwind.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://sisterwind.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sisterwind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;36. When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let It Be, by the Beatles - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='anaroriel' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://anaroriel.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://anaroriel.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;anaroriel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;37. Simona, you're getting older; your journey's been etched on your skin.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1973, by James Blunt - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='antibrote' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://antibrote.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://antibrote.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;antibrote&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Don't choose me because I'm faithful; don't choose me because I'm kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;39. Notice me, take my hand, why are we strangers when our love is strong.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime, by Britney Spears - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='broadwaybabe11' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://broadwaybabe11.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://broadwaybabe11.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;broadwaybabe11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. And I am telling you, I'm not going. You're the best man I've ever known.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I Am Telling You, from Dreamgirls - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='farfallerossa' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;farfallerossa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;41. I never knew, I never knew that everything was falling through.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over My Head, by the Fray - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sdrawkcabetirwi' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sdrawkcabetirwi.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://sdrawkcabetirwi.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sdrawkcabetirwi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;42. This is ours, we made it with our everything; something real, as real as it could ever be.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let It Out, by Hoobastank - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='farfallerossa' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;farfallerossa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;43. There is a castle on a cloud. I like to go there in my sleep, aren't any floors for me to sweep.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castle on a Cloud, from Les Miserables - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sisterwind' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sisterwind.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://sisterwind.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sisterwind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. I wanted to be like you, I wanted everything. So I tried to be like you, and I got swept away.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I Wanted, by Michelle Branch - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='antibrote' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://antibrote.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://antibrote.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;antibrote&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Work it, make it, do it, makes us harder, better, faster, stronger.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stronger, by Kanye West - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='anaroriel' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://anaroriel.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://anaroriel.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;anaroriel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. C'mon, I said let's talk about, as she walked out on me and slammed the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Break me in, teach us to cheat, and to lie, cover up. What shouldn't be shared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;48. I hear a gang fire on a human factory farm, are they howling out or doing somebody harm?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Is England, by the Clash - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='farfallerossa' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;farfallerossa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Meet me after dark again and I'll hold you. I want nothing more than to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. I'm not the sort of person who falls in and quickly out of love.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Weakness in Me, by Joan Armatrading - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='cesy' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://cesy.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://cesy.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;cesy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;51. You were once my one companion, you were all that mattered.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again, from Phantom of the Opera - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sisterwind' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sisterwind.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://sisterwind.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sisterwind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. It glittered and it gleamed for the arriving beauty queen.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss Them For Me, by Siouxsie and the Banshees - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='farfallerossa' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;farfallerossa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. What you see's not what you get, with you there's just no measurement no way to tell what's real from what isn't there&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone, by Kelly Clarkson - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='antibrote' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://antibrote.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://antibrote.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;antibrote&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Pride can stand a thousand trials, the strong will never fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. It wasn't really sad, the way they said good-bye. Or maybe it just hurt so bad she couldn't cry.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Girl From Yesterday, by the Eagles - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='farfallerossa' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;farfallerossa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;56. Summer has come and passed, the innocent can never last.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake Me Up When September Ends, by Green Day - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sdrawkcabetirwi' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sdrawkcabetirwi.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://sdrawkcabetirwi.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sdrawkcabetirwi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Green hours, blue ropes. Hot wax for hearts that are cold.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss, Kiss, by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='farfallerossa' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;farfallerossa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Tonight the moon is playing tricks again, I'm feeling seasick again...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Wear That Velvet Dress, by U2 - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='farfallerossa' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;farfallerossa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. I got you, I got you on my mind, and it's time to make you see what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. He's a wounded animal, he lives in a matchbox, he's a wounded animal...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Years of Snow, by Regina Spektor - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='antibrote' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://antibrote.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://antibrote.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;antibrote&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. So close no matter how far, couldn't be much more from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. All the ladies if you feel me help me sing it out...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Myself and I, by Beyonce - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sisterwind' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sisterwind.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://sisterwind.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sisterwind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Maybe he's right; maybe there is something the matter with me. I just don't see how a world that makes such wonderful things could be bad...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of Your World, from The Little Mermaid - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='anaroriel' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://anaroriel.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://anaroriel.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;anaroriel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;64. Everybody look at me, me. I walk in the door you start screaming.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maneater, by Nelly Furtado - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='farfallerossa' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;farfallerossa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Some boys kiss me, some boys hug me, I think they're okay...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Material Girl, by Madonna - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sdrawkcabetirwi' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sdrawkcabetirwi.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://sdrawkcabetirwi.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sdrawkcabetirwi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;66. Just a day, just an ordinary day. Just trying to get by.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordinary Day, by Vanessa Carlton - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sdrawkcabetirwi' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sdrawkcabetirwi.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://sdrawkcabetirwi.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sdrawkcabetirwi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. You are my angel and I believe that you were sent from above, showing me guidance with unconditional love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;68. You want a love to last forever, one that will never fade away.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comin' Up, by Paul McCartney - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='farfallerossa' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;farfallerossa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;69. This town is colder now, I think it's sick of us, it's time to make a move.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop and Stare, by OneRepublic - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sisterwind' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sisterwind.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://sisterwind.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sisterwind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Roxanne, you don't have to put on that red light&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne, by the Police - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sdrawkcabetirwi' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sdrawkcabetirwi.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://sdrawkcabetirwi.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sdrawkcabetirwi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;71. Back it up, back it up, you got it, you got it. Put your hands up, put your hands up.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crash, by Gwen Stefani - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='broadwaybabe11' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://broadwaybabe11.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://broadwaybabe11.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;broadwaybabe11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;72. They didn't have you where I come from, never knew the best was yet to come.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lullaby, by the Dixie Chicks - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='ariana789' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://ariana789.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://ariana789.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;ariana789&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stairway to Heaven, by Led Zeppelin - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sisterwind' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sisterwind.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://sisterwind.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sisterwind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. I'm feelin' sexy, I wanna hear you say my name. Boy, if you can reach me you can feel my burnin' flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. So if you're lonely you know I'm here, waiting for you.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Me Out, by Franz Ferdinand - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='antibrote' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://antibrote.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://antibrote.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;antibrote&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;76. Step one, you say we need to talk. He walks you say sit down it's just a talk.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How To Save a Life, by the Fray - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sisterwind' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sisterwind.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://sisterwind.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sisterwind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;77. Haven't we met? You're some kind of beautiful stranger, you could be good for me.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Stranger, by Madonna - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='cesy' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://cesy.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://cesy.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;cesy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;78. The real me is a Southern girl with her Levis on and an open heart.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With You, by Jessica Simpson - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='antibrote' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://antibrote.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://antibrote.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;antibrote&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;79. If there's anything that you want, if there's anything I can do...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Me To You, by the Beatles - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='bazcat89' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://bazcat89.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://bazcat89.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;bazcat89&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Fortune, fame, mirror, vain, gone insane, but the memory remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. While we're young and beautiful kiss me like you mean it, treat me like I'm special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Somewhere out on that horizon out beyond the neon lights I know there must be something better...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In The City, by the Eagles - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='farfallerossa' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;farfallerossa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;83. Lips are turning blue, a kiss that can't renew. I only dream of you, my beautiful&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing for Absolution, by Muse - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='antibrote' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://antibrote.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://antibrote.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;antibrote&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;84. Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation, darkness stirs and wakes imagination&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music of the Night, from Phantom of the Opera - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sisterwind' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sisterwind.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://sisterwind.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sisterwind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;85. Your fingertips across my skin, the palm trees swaying in the wind, images.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost Lover, by A Fine Frenzy - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='farfallerossa' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;farfallerossa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. This is why events unnerve me, they find it all, a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;87. Am I more than you bargained for yet? I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar, We're Going Down, by Fall Out Boy - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sdrawkcabetirwi' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sdrawkcabetirwi.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://sdrawkcabetirwi.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sdrawkcabetirwi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Everybody go, the party's over. I wanna be alone in my head in my bed tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;89. Hope dangles on a string like slow-spinning redemption winding in and winding out...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vindicated, by Dashboard Confessional - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sdrawkcabetirwi' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sdrawkcabetirwi.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://sdrawkcabetirwi.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sdrawkcabetirwi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;90. Try to erase the smell of freedom and every face that happened to meet mine&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try Not To Remember, by Sheryl Crow - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='farfallerossa' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://farfallerossa.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;farfallerossa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. They see me rollin', they hatin'...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridin' Dirty, by Chamillionaire - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sdrawkcabetirwi' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sdrawkcabetirwi.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://sdrawkcabetirwi.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sdrawkcabetirwi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. I have got it all, but I feel so deprived I go up I come down and I'm emptier inside.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to Life, by Stacie Orrico - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sisterwind' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sisterwind.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://sisterwind.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sisterwind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;93. You're not alone, together we stand, I'll be by your side you know I'll take your hand.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Holding On, by Avril Lavigne - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='broadwaybabe11' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://broadwaybabe11.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://broadwaybabe11.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;broadwaybabe11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. I could use another cigarette, but don't worry, daddy, I'm not addicted yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;95. She keeps a Moet et Chandon in her&amp;nbsp; pretty cabinet&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killer Queen, by Queen - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sdrawkcabetirwi' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sdrawkcabetirwi.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://sdrawkcabetirwi.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sdrawkcabetirwi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Now it seems to me, that you know just what to say. But words are only words, can you show me something else?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely No More, by Rob Thomas - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='anaroriel' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://anaroriel.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://anaroriel.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;anaroriel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Imagine there's no heaven, it's easy if you try, no hell below us, above us only sky.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, by John Lennon - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sdrawkcabetirwi' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sdrawkcabetirwi.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://sdrawkcabetirwi.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sdrawkcabetirwi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. She burns friends like a piece of wood and she's jealous of me because she never could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Zephyr in the sky at night I wonder do my tears of mourning sink beneath the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;100. And I don't know, this could break my heart or save me. Nothing's real until you let go completely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;Sober, by Kelly Clarkson - &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='antibrote' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://antibrote.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://antibrote.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;antibrote&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>lady_of_elves @ 2008-03-27T21:42:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-28T02:09:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-28T02:09:54Z</updated>
    <category term="antm"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="The editing on America's Next Top Model sucks."&gt;Seriously, it is &lt;u&gt;not good&lt;/u&gt; when I know exactly who will go home every. single. episode. I understand that there are lots of contestants right now, but try and make it a little bit more balanced! For example. The only people who got any screentime at all were Anya, Claire, Whitney, Dominique and Aimee last night; now, obviously Claire wouldn't get eliminated so early because she's the favorite and has taken consistently good photos and has proven to have personality, Anya is Tyra's favorite &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; the challenge winner, the judges love Whitney and her picture was good, same with Dominique. Add to that Aimee saying she wouldn't have wanted to win one of the challenges (shock, horror) and saying she's conservative and religious and stuff, and that = Aimee going home. Besides, we haven't ever seen Aimee talk before, and suddenly she's getting loads of screentime? Riiiight. Oh, yes, this is totally normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it isn't just this episode! It's been this way all season. Has it been like this in previous cycles and I just haven't noticed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the episode in general...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Katarzyna ftw! Seriously, she totally should make it. Although she doesn't look too happy about her haircut next week...I hope that doesn't show in her pictures. But she is who I'm rooting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This cycle is bringing so much more drama than the last one, it is kind of funny. It's like all the bitchy girls decided to ambush the show or something, and the result is lots of lulz. I don't like Dominique, but part of me kind of wants her to stay, simply because she is hilarious. I mean, if she wins, I'll be pissed as hell, but right now she's hysterical. I swear, it's impossible for her to be normal/make ONE FRIEND in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I dislike Whitney and Dominique in equal amounts, incidentally. They both are annoying as hell, but again, they bring the drama, so it's all good. If I knew either of them in real life, though, I probably would punch them or something. Also, neither one of them understands racism whatsoever (Dominique: "You can be racist against a red-haired Catholic person!" and Whitney: "I'm not racist because my best friend is black!").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I know that a lot of people are going to end up disliking Claire after this episode, but I can understand her frustration. Her talking about Dominique &lt;u&gt;right in front of her&lt;/u&gt; wasn't bitchy so much as just weird (I mean, wtf? that's not even clever or anything) but although I think it was unnecessary, again, I can understand how she felt. I don't think that Whitney and Lauren were helping, either - I feel like if they didn't butt in, Claire and Dominique could probably have solved the stupid alarm clock dispute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Anyway, the judges totally screwed over Claire! First off, there is nothing remotely high-fashion about the outfit she was wearing, so way to sabotage her photoshoot before it even started, there. And please, country singers can have an edge. I don't listen to much country, but seriously, way to stereotype it there. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don't really care too much about Aimee, to be honest, but I also think that she got screwed over. Since her picture really wasn't all that bad, and R&amp;amp;B is pretty hard to convey anyway. But like I said, I don't really mind too much, though I would've liked to see Lauren go. *meanness* Although she probably will also bring on the hilarity next episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am still in shock that Fatima managed to stay out of a fight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Picture-wise, now: I thought that Katarzyna's was great, and easily the best - she should have got called out first, IMO. Whitney's was actually pretty good; I admit that she takes good pictures. I actually really liked Fatima's! Dominique's was &lt;i&gt;terrible&lt;/i&gt; - she did not look folk at all. I will agree that Claire's picture was not great, but like I said, I don't think it's entirely her fault. Anya's was great, Lauren's was surprisingly good (I thought she would have thrown a fit or something about not being hard rock or whatever). I thought Aimee's was all right. Who am I forgetting? *has to check* Stacy Ann. I think that my inability to remember WHO SHE WAS says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- So, go Katarzyna! Claire is my second favorite, although Anya could surpass her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>lady_of_elves @ 2008-03-16T16:11:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-16T20:14:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-22T19:28:59Z</updated>
    <category term="harry potter"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/ocean_icons/7089.html#cutid1"&gt;icons!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter (the Black sisters), A Great and Terrible Beauty quotes (vague TSFT spoilers), Grey's Anatomy, The Other Boleyn Girl. For the Black sisters, I used Helena Bonham-Carter for Bellatrix, Liv Tyler for Andromeda, and Nicole Kidman for Narcissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I am aware that Helen McCrory has been cast as Narcissa, but since she looks &lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt; like my mental image of Narcissa, I am blissfully content to use Nicole Kidman in my icons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Seriously, though, what genius cast Helen McCrory as Narcissa? I mean, how is that &lt;i&gt;possible&lt;/i&gt;? I'm not asking for Nicole Kidman, although that'd be awesome, it's just that they should get someone that remotely resembles the role...I'm just saying.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy that DH is going to be split into two movies though, so they can fit in all of the book's awesomeness. Or more of it than they usually do, at any rate.</content>
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    <title>lady_of_elves @ 2007-12-07T17:39:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-07T22:40:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-22T06:28:08Z</updated>
    <category term="quizzes"/>
    <category term="movies"/>
    <category term="the golden compass"/>
    <category term="antm"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" border="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" align="center"&gt; &lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;What Your Handwriting Says About You&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="100" height="100" alt="" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourhandwritingsayaboutyouquiz/handwriting.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;font color="#000000"&gt; You are highly energetic. You are a passionate, intense, vigorous person.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; You are very extroverted and outgoing. You are loving, friendly, and supportive. However, you are also manipulative and controlling at times.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; You are extravagant, over the top, and indulgent. You set trends and influence people.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; You need a bit of space in your life, but you're not a recluse. You expect people to give you a small amount of privacy, and you respect their privacy as well.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; You are somewhat traditional, but you are also open to change. You listen to your head and your heart.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; You are a decent communicator. You eventually get your point across, but sometimes you leave things a bit ambiguous. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourhandwritingsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Handwriting Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing the Golden Compass tonight - I'm so excited! I'll probably make a movie post later today or tomorrow telling you guys how I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way - ANTM fans! I am sooooo happy that Bianca is gone. I really hope Chantal wins! But I wouldn't really mind if Saleisha or Jenah win. Bianca was the only one I really didn't like.</content>
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    <title>lady_of_elves @ 2007-07-13T14:11:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-13T18:12:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-14T01:53:46Z</updated>
    <category term="summer"/>
    <category term="icons"/>
    <content type="html">I'm back making icons! &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/ocean_icons/5911.html#cutid1"&gt;Link.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, does anyone else agree that summer is slipping away too fast? :(</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lady_of_elves:42461</id>
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    <title>lady_of_elves @ 2007-06-12T14:21:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-12T18:22:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-12T18:22:38Z</updated>
    <category term="quiz"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Rouge Red&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorredareyouquiz/rouge.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the reds, you are the most energetic and vibrant.&lt;br /&gt;You never need to recharge, and in fact, you often recharge others.&lt;br /&gt;Gutsy and brave, you've never let your fears stop you from doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;You figure that life is all about experiences, and you'll always take that leap of faith.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorredareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Red Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lady_of_elves:41503</id>
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    <title>I have a new fic written!</title>
    <published>2007-05-08T23:36:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-09T02:08:04Z</updated>
    <category term="fanfiction"/>
    <category term="writing"/>
    <category term="harry potter"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;x-posted at my writing journal, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='queen_tuala' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://queen-tuala.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://queen-tuala.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;queen_tuala&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new fic up at fanfiction.net! Lucius/Narcissa, I think /maybe/ the last of my fics about them. Possibly. I may write another about them in childhood, but I doubt I'll be doing any more prison-love ficlets. Still my second-favorite HP ship, but I'd like to leave them on this note, I think. Unless, like I said, I want to do a childhood/Hogwarts fic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://queen-tuala.livejournal.com/1248.html"&gt;LJ post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3529415/1/"&gt;Fanfiction.net&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>Random ff.net stuff</title>
    <published>2007-01-07T02:26:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-07T02:29:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I know that it's been going on for a while, but I haven't ranted about it before, so I'll do it now - it irritates me to no end that now summaries on fanfiction.net don't display slashes. So when someone tries to write a Kel/Dom fid but doesn't capitalize either name, it turns out to look like keldom. Which to me looks like a weird form of the word 'kingdom'. And in other cases it'll look just like a weird combination of the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this also has been going on for a while (I haven't written anything until recently, so I can't say how long) but it seems the review alerts are dead &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&amp;nbsp;I realize this post was really, really random.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lady_of_elves:37872</id>
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    <title>Book recs</title>
    <published>2006-11-18T23:31:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-18T23:31:43Z</updated>
    <category term="books"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I need to start updating again, more regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have any good book recommendations?&amp;nbsp;I'm completely at a loss for good books to read - I ordered a few books off of Amazon, but I just can't get into them at the moment.I love fantasy and historical fiction, among other genres, so yeah.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Go see my icons :)</title>
    <published>2006-11-04T00:58:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-04T01:12:35Z</updated>
    <category term="books"/>
    <category term="tamora pierce"/>
    <category term="icons"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;My new post on my icon community has LotR icons, Veronica Mars icons and Gilmore Girls icons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example:&amp;nbsp;&lt;img height="100" alt="" width="100" src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c210/narcissa__malfoy/Icons%205/theodenkingafter.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/ocean_icons/5423.html"&gt;Link to the icons.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally finished &lt;em&gt;Terrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Thoughts - spoilers, but I'll try to keep them vague"&gt;I liked it! So much more than I thought I would, actually. Beka was a really interesting character, and especially after the disaster that was Aly, seemed to be very flawed and believable. I liked her a lot, and look forward to the new books about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a little while to get into it, but after that I was good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is Ersken/Beka vs. Rosto/Beka going to be the Alanna/Jon vs. Alanna/George battle? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mystery was sort of a disappointment, but that didn't really make me hate the book or anything, I'll just hope for a better conclusion in book two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many ideas for fanfic, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lady_of_elves:36183</id>
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    <title>Meh</title>
    <published>2006-10-18T22:26:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-18T22:26:46Z</updated>
    <category term="television"/>
    <category term="gilmore girls"/>
    <content type="html">I feel vaguely traitorous to my Luke/Lorelai ship, because I really, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; like the new season of Gilmore Girls and am starting not to mind Chris/Lorelai. I mean, I prefer Lorelai/Luke, but the last episode was so damn cute. I wish Lane and Zach were in it though, 'cause I think their storyline is really interesting, but they'll be in the next episode, maybe. Rory and Logan need to break up, though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="but, uh, the spoiler..."&gt;So...Lorelai and Christopher elope. Ugh...that's going to turn me off the show. I really love this season, but that could ruin it :( Like I said before, I don't &lt;em&gt;mind&lt;/em&gt; Chris/Lorelai, but I don't want them eloping or being together as the final pairing.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>lady_of_elves @ 2006-10-09T15:17:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-09T19:23:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-31T21:54:52Z</updated>
    <category term="wow"/>
    <category term="fic"/>
    <category term="plugs"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sort of back writing in the Tamora Pierce fandom, with a new writing community to rec -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='5sentence_fics' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/5sentence_fics/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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/5sentence_fics/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;5sentence_fics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;which I adore. Great prompts. Anyway, my new fic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3185347/1/"&gt;Unstoppable&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I love writing all-consuming obsession, especially between Tristan and Yolane. Oh hell, I&amp;nbsp;just love writing Tristan and Yolane, period.&amp;nbsp;Anyway, I actually am undertaking a &lt;em&gt;multi-chapter&lt;/em&gt; fic, which weirds me out somewhat because I haven't written one of those in over a year (besides the 5trueloves fics, which I didn't publish on ff.net or anything).&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>lady_of_elves @ 2006-09-29T20:31:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-30T00:34:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-14T00:33:44Z</updated>
    <category term="books"/>
    <category term="philippa gregory"/>
    <content type="html">Anyone else excited for Philippa Gregory's new book, &lt;em&gt;The Boleyn Inheritance&lt;/em&gt;? At least in the U.S. it comes out in December. I really hope it's up at the same level as &lt;em&gt;The Other Boleyn Girl&lt;/em&gt; because her later books I haven't been extremely impressed by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also excited for the movie that comes out next year.</content>
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    <title>Another plug</title>
    <published>2006-09-26T21:19:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-14T00:34:10Z</updated>
    <category term="writing"/>
    <category term="gilmore girls"/>
    <content type="html">I've been plugging a lot, and I'm sorry about that...but my newest entry for &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='5trueloves' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/5trueloves/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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/5trueloves/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;5trueloves&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/5trueloves/43627.html"&gt;is up!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in a while, I think I actually might be committed to my newest idea for an original fiction piece (fantasy). It's not a sure thing, because I lose interest in writing fics and especially original fiction easily, but this time I hope will be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else going to watch Gilmore Girls tonight? I hope this season is better than the last two, which I really was disappointed by. They have a new writer, so that could either be good or bad.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lady_of_elves:34261</id>
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    <title>lady_of_elves @ 2006-09-24T19:20:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-24T23:21:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-24T23:22:07Z</updated>
    <category term="plugs"/>
    <category term="icons"/>
    <content type="html">Go look at my &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/ocean_icons/4938.html"&gt;newest icon post!&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>lady_of_elves @ 2006-08-28T22:28:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-29T02:30:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-29T14:53:05Z</updated>
    <category term="writing"/>
    <category term="fic"/>
    <category term="plugs"/>
    <category term="tamora pierce"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Plugging my first&amp;nbsp;drabble for &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='5trueloves' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/5trueloves/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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/5trueloves/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;5trueloves&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. This one is Aly/Nawat, and very fluffy and sweet, if you like the pairing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/5trueloves/35768.html#cutid1"&gt;Aly wonders if Nawat loves her.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tamora Pierce fandom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love writing communities.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>lady_of_elves @ 2006-08-27T20:12:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-28T00:15:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-28T00:42:58Z</updated>
    <category term="stop global warming"/>
    <category term="movies"/>
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    <category term="harry potter"/>
    <content type="html">I just finished this fic, and I'm really proud of it, so yeah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Regulus comes to see Andromeda before he dies. Not Blackcest."&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ted and Nymphadora are asleep, but Andromeda is awake, feeling very pensive. This night really has no significance, but she finds herself thinking about her family even more than she usually does.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Despite these thoughts about them, she’s utterly surprised when she hears a noise, peers out the window and sees her cousin heading towards her home, walking extremely slowly. He knows where her house is, approximately, and fails to see it.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Without thinking, she opens the door and mutters an enchantment under her breath. He suddenly sees the house, her charm working perfectly, and sees her standing on the front step.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Andy,” he says, and she’s horrified at how sick he sounds. “Can I come in?”&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Without a word she shows him in. “Why not go to Cissy or Bella?” she asks, not to be antagonistic, but because she’s genuinely curious.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Because of what I did.” He leaves it like that, and she realizes how little he’s changed from the old Reg, the one that would say his statements just like this, sentences that don’t really tell the other anything but are meant just to get attention.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Which was?” she prompts. Normally she would have smiled, but she’s far too worried to even let a trace of a smile on her face.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I’m not going to explain it, Andy, so please don’t ask me to. It’ll put you in far too much danger, even if you only just know about it. But I just worked against the Dark Lord…and I did it intentionally. You and Sirius were right, Andy, his ideas are completely insane. I’m so sorry for not seeing it before.”&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She nods, noticing how hard it is for him to speak. “I’m so proud of you, Reg. But please tell me what’s wrong…”&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I can’t tell you,” he says. “It’s too closely related to what I did.” He sighs, and changes the subject. “I went to see Sirius first, but he wouldn’t let me in. I did leave something with him, though, something he needs to take good care of.”&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She doesn’t pay attention to the latter part of what he said, only the first part. “Reg, Sirius loves you. He’s just hurt. He’s like Bella, he carries grudges.”&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I don’t think I’ll ever see him again,” Reg says softly. He pulls himself off the couch that he sank onto, and it seems to take an extreme amount of effort, so she helps him to his feet. He attempts a brave smile.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I’m not going to leave you here with my body, Andy, don’t worry.”&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “You aren’t going to die, Reg,” she says fiercely. “Not now, not for a long time.”&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “It was worth it,” he says, and she raises her eyebrows curiously, about to ask about what he did again, but he shakes his head.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I just want to tell you, in addition to confirming that you were right about the Dark Lord, how sorry I am that I never contacted you after you married Tonks.” His voice is getting softer, and she has to strain to hear him. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I accept your apology, Reg,” she tells him softly. “I’ve never been angry at you for that.”&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “And to congratulate you on your marriage, something that I never did. And to tell you that I really, really hope you’re happy,” he continued. “And to tell you how much I admire you.”&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “What?”&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “For running off like that. For defying everyone. It was easier for Sirius, he’s more of a rebel, but I know it was harder for you. But you finally stood up for your beliefs.”&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I don’t know the full story,” she tells him, and she realizes then just how hard she’s been crying, “but I think you did, too.”&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He nods, and opens the door. “Andy, one more thing?”&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Anything,” she tells him.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Please tell your daughter about me.”&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I definitely will,” she promises. “Oh, Reg…”&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He kisses her cheek. “I’m going to find a Death Eater now and tell him how I feel, so that I won’t have to deal with this pain anymore.”&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I can help,” she tells him. “It’s suicide, what you’re doing.”&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Exactly the point,” he says. “I’m too scared to do it myself…and as for helping, you can’t, not against this,” he tells her, his voice weak. “I need to go.” She finally nods, accepting it and yet hating how things had turned out, and he nods back. “Good luck, Andy.”&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She can’t say anything, but she embraces him. When she finally lets go, she tries to smile at him as he walks away.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When morning comes and Ted comes down the stairs, all she can do is bury her face in his shoulder and cry.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;This is banking on the theory that R.A.B. is Regulus, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw &lt;u&gt;An Inconvenient Truth&lt;/u&gt; today, and have a message for you all: please, if you haven't seen it already? See it!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lady_of_elves:32202</id>
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    <title>My first quiz for a while</title>
    <published>2006-08-22T23:58:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-22T23:59:02Z</updated>
    <category term="meme"/>
    <category term="politics"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;table style="color: black;" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CBE5FE" align="center"&gt;&lt;font style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Political Profile:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCE2FE"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overall&lt;/strong&gt;: 20% Conservative, 80% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CDDFFE"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Social Issues&lt;/strong&gt;: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CFDCFF"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personal Responsibility&lt;/strong&gt;: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D0D8FF"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiscal Issues&lt;/strong&gt;: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D1D5FF"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethics&lt;/strong&gt;: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D2D2FF"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Defense and Crime&lt;/strong&gt;: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howliberalorconservativeareyouquiz/"&gt;How Liberal Or Conservative Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lady_of_elves:31981</id>
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    <title>Plugs &amp; Stuff</title>
    <published>2006-08-21T16:45:57Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-21T16:45:57Z</updated>
    <category term="laziness"/>
    <category term="writing"/>
    <category term="livejournal"/>
    <category term="plugs"/>
    <category term="icons"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Funny, I keep vowing to myself to change the layout but never do. Laziness = me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know this is late, but here's the link to my first massive icon post, multifandom. &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/ocean_icons/4791.html"&gt;Go check it out?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my new Bella/Rodolphus fic...&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3105103/1/"&gt;give me a review?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shows off her new icon*&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lady_of_elves:30303</id>
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    <title>lady_of_elves @ 2006-07-29T17:48:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-29T21:49:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-30T01:51:34Z</updated>
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    <category term="fic"/>
    <category term="pirates of the caribbean"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;My first Pirates of the Caribbean fic! It's centered around Elizabeth, and has DMC spoilers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="she's unsure of everything now"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana" name="storytext"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She’s unsure of everything now, and it’s not just the odd smell of Tia Dalma’s home that’s causing that feeling.
&lt;p&gt;She &lt;em&gt;would&lt;/em&gt; be willing to go to the end of the world for Jack, she realizes. She’d go anywhere for Jack. She knows, deep down, it’s not just her guilty conscience telling her that. It’s her innermost feelings.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her mind turns back to the kiss they’d shared – or the trick she had pulled. It had completely surprised her how much she’d enjoyed it. Kissing Will was a familiar, safe kind of movement, whereas kissing Jack was an adventure, a challenge, and so much more. As they’d rowed to Tia Dalma’s home, she’d thought it over and over – what did this &lt;em&gt;mean&lt;/em&gt;? How could she tell Will how it felt, and not have him detest her? They were engaged, they should be able to tell each other everything… now, though, she wonders if she was too hasty in that decision.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Marrying Jack was, of course, out of the question. He wasn’t the sort of man a girl would ever marry, especially a well-born girl with a set of morals. And yet he was right. There was something intriguing, something about him she’s fascinated with. She’d love to hear him tell her why he became a pirate, why at some moments he could be so &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;, and at others so despicable. Something about him had always drawn her to him. And perhaps the most treacherous thought of all: the kiss they’d shared was simply magical, and it wasn’t just a way to chain him to the boat. She poured all of her feelings into it: how she hated and adored him at the same time, how she is both appreciative and scared of how he makes her feel. Perhaps he caught it, perhaps he didn’t.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She definitely thinks her reasoning for trapping him on the Pearl was good. She didn’t want the entire crew to die, after all, so it made sense that Jack should, to save them all. But what she didn’t consider is how she would feel after doing it. She had no idea when she chained him to the ship of the conflicting emotions that would torment her after she left him to die. Did she do the right thing? Even if it was right, was there another way?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her mind wanders to the compass, which, according to Jack, showed you what you wanted most. Even then, it had sensed her confusion: she truly wanted both Jack and Will, and she couldn’t decide. But now, even though she’s unsure of everything else, she’s sure about one thing. She wants Captain Jack Sparrow above all else.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The thought hits her hard. It had been what she was thinking about, but the sheer impact of it being stated so plainly still made it hard to comprehend. But it’s true, and she knows that she can’t change it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She’s always gotten what she wanted – and she’ll be damned if she doesn’t find the person most important to her. She &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; find him. And then she’ll figure out what she’s going to do with the complicated situation she’s trapped in.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author's Note: I like Elizabeth, even though there's been a lot of bashing of her ever since DMC came out. She just did what she thought was right at the time, and I can understand her reasoning. I actually ship Will/Elizabeth, but I wrote this for my friend Rachel's birthday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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    <title>Rant.</title>
    <published>2006-07-19T22:59:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-19T23:42:40Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I really am sick of people who can't take constructive crit.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I reviewed an absolutely horrible fic, pointing out several flaws.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;First off, I'd like to tell you that this is a really nice first attempt. Mine was quite a bit worse, and infinitely more Sue-ish (I'll get back to that). Your spelling and grammar is pretty good, with a few errors, and you seem to have a nice writing style.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So your OC. First of all, a name like Trixie doesn't really have a place in the Lord of the Rings fandom, especially for an elf. Legolas. Elrond. Glorfindel. Galadriel. Arwen. Trixie. Can you see one doesn't really fit? But the name is the least of her troubles; she is unbelievably perfect. She has empathic powers, she can see the future, talk to animals, is better than Legolas with the bow and arrow, better than Gimli with the axe...I can see maybe one of those things to make her an interesting character, but all of them is just unbelievable. She isn't even a very nice character - she kicks Frodo when he won't show her the ring? I can see it if she's starting to be corrupted by it, but you claim she isn't. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Third, this is an Aragorn/OC fic. You say you've only seen the movies (you really should read the books, though, as this is in the 'books' section), so it's obvious that you find Viggo Mortensen attractive (who doesn't, though?). But saying that Arwen doesn't exist in your fic is just pushing around canon to fit your own needs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your characterization is another thing I have issues with. I'm wincing as I read about your Boromir (or as you call him, Bormir), who does nothing but grumble about how Trixie shouldn't be a member of the Fellowship because she's a woman. Yes, I am a Boromir fangirl, and as one, I'd like to tell you that Boromir, in either the books or the movies, is not a misogynist. None of the Fellowship is. The hobbits all seem to worship Trixie, which is pretty out of character. As does Gimli (and at this point, let's face it, he hates elves).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now, the concept of your fic. There were nine walkers to match the nine riders. Plus, there was a representative from each race - Aragorn from the Dunedan, Boromir from the race of man, Legolas from the elves, Gimli from the dwarves. Gandalf was there as their guide, and the four hobbits were the exception, as none of them would be parted from the other (and more importantly, Gandalf vouched for them). If you want another elf, you'd have to add another dwarf, another man, and another Dunedan. And that would slow everything down.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I really think you have potential. I'd recommend getting a beta reader (preferably not one of your friends, who may just be nice and not say anything bad about your fic). Good luck writing, and I hope this review helps you improve your fic!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And her reply:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um that was supposed to be constructve? well constructve is this: ur fic is realluy really good but there are a few things yyou miught want to correct one your character might need one or two flaws two the characters are behaving sort of strangely otherwise good work. that is constructive. what u said is a FLAME. im taking itdown because ppl like u are so mean. and I HATE BORMIR. OR BOROMIR however u spell it. and he is evil. y do u like him? and i hat arwen she is so dumb and who cares if i have only seen the movies honesty most ppl on this site has. plus the books are 2 long. and i dont need a beta do u need one? is that y u think ur fics r so good? plus a ton of other ppl like my story so y do u think u have the right 2 criticze it? um maybe cuz ur jealous. that must be it. u cant write so u pick on others that can. i think im gonna read ur fics and c if their so good. urgh ppl like u make me so mad. flamers should die and btw my name is trixie so when you insult that name u insult me. ugh i cant pay attention to u u make me sick.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm speechless. I replied to her, saying that I'm sorry if I offended her, but I'm just sort of irritated. I remember when I was starting out writing, I wrote a blatant Mary Sue. A couple people flamed the fic pretty badly, and that was a wake-up call. I realized my fic sucked, and I thanked the flamers (who turned out to be pretty cool people - one of them is one of the betas that I use), and I am HAPPY that people told me my fic was bad. Because otherwise I'd probably still be out there writing bad Sue-fic about a fairy princess getting dropped into Middle Earth.</content>
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    <title>lady_of_elves @ 2006-07-10T18:02:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-10T22:11:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-10T22:17:33Z</updated>
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I liked it. Not as much as the first, but I really liked it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

A lot of it was very confusing, like each character's motive, the dice game, etc., but if I see it again (which I'd like to do), I can probably figure it out. Was it just me, though, or did some of the people seem really hard to understand? Not the accents - just that they talked really fast.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

When I saw Geoffrey Rush's name on the credits at IMDB a little while ago, I thought it was a fluke, but I guess I was wrong. I'm a little disappointed about that, actually - I wish that they could have come up with something better. But it'll be interesting to see how/why he's come back - revenge on Jack? Or maybe he made a bargain with Davy Jones as well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

When I first heard the witch-lady talk about Davy Jones, I thought she was the girl that he'd loved. But meh. And was it just me, or did anyone else get the feeling there had been something going on once between her and Jack? And speaking of Jack and his love life - whoa! I was surprised, I guess - I like Jack/Elizabeth as a pairing, but never thought anything would actually happen between them. But at first when Elizabeth held the compass and it didn't seem to work, I thought it was because what she really wanted was Jack. But even though the kiss was sort of manipulation, I do think that there may/will be something in the future for them. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I liked the character development in this movie - especially with Elizabeth and Jack. Will kinda stayed the same-ish, so I was kind of disappointed about that. I hope the next movie will have more of Will, though. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

The animation of Davy Jones' crew was really pretty cool. And poor Bootstrap! I really do hope that Will can find a way to free his dad. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

There was some sort of pointless-ish stuff - I didn't really think the whole scene with the cannibals was necessary. But whatever. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

This movie was a lot darker than the first one, though. I mean, I wish that there could have been more humor, or rather, more original humor. But I guess that was part of the first one's charm - no one expected a pirate to be like Jack Sparrow, but in this one, they did, so it wasn't quite as funny. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

But dude, what a cliffhanger! I need to see the next one. Who's with me?
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    <title>lady_of_elves @ 2006-06-29T12:00:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-29T16:02:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-29T16:02:44Z</updated>
    <category term="writing"/>
    <category term="angst"/>
    <category term="harry potter"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Warning: this fic has a very brief scene of abuse.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="written for a challenge"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;hr width="100%" noshade="noshade" size="1" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“You're getting older and older, Merope,” her mother whispered to her on her sixth birthday, “I’m sure that in ten years, you’ll be married.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Merope wrinkled her nose. “Married?” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Probably to your cousin on my side, Liam,” her mother predicted. “He’s a good man.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I’m sure,” the girl said, but then looked up curiously. “What if I don’t love him, though?” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“You will,” her mother said. “If you don’t, I suppose you can always leave.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“You can do that?” Merope asked, awed. “Really?” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“You aren’t supposed to,” her mother whispered, after looking around to make sure no one was listening. “But it’sall rightto bend the rules a little, sometimes, as long as it makes you happy. That’s what pure-bloods do, Merope.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The next morning, Merope ran into her mother’s room, only to find it empty. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;She’d bent the rules, leaving behind a husband and two children. As angry as her father was, Merope knew that her mother wasn’t in the wrong. It was all right to bend the rules, she’d said so. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;His confusion was fading; he was beginning to realize that she’d bewitched him somehow. She hoped that he would understand. Couldn’t being madly in love with her, even under the influence of a potion, have done something to change his initial feelings towards her?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When he finally realized everything, several days after she’d taken him off of the potion, his anger was a sight to see. Cowering behind the sofa, she’d listened to him scream at her, calling her a witch and other things that were far worse. He had changed so much; he was no longer the man who would buy her a bouquet of tulips for no apparent reason, as he had done many times under the potion. He was, ironically enough, the man that she had first fallen in love with. She hadn’t realized how much he’d changed for her.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He’d been acting like her father, whom she had tried to escape when running away with him. Perhapsthose memorieswould always haunt her.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;She was six when he first began to beat her. She’d thrown a tantrum about wanting her mother, and her father had exploded. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hehad rounded on her, so much fury radiating out from him that she shivered, attempting to run. But he grabbed both of her wrists, pinning her against a wall. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“You stop that,” he hissed, a warning. “Now.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;He kicked her, and she let out a loud howl. He then wrenched her by her hair, throwing her to the ground. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“It’ll be worse next time,” he promised. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Tom hadn’t physically abused her, but the words that he said wounded her heart just as much as her father’s blows had wounded her body. He’d glared at her, then had stormed out.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She ran after him, shouting his name. “Tom! Please…”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He turned, and for a moment her heart lifted. “Oh, Tom,” she whispered, feeling that maybe he’d changed his mind, maybe he’d decided he loved her after all. She was about to tell him that she still loved him, when she glanced into his dark eyes.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They were cold, and she noticed his smile. It was full of anger towards her, and she knew how he felt.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Please,” she called out weakly, but she knew by then it would make no difference. “Remember…”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He shook his head, and mounted his horse, riding off.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;She’d first met him when they were seven. He’d been playing with some of his friends, and she wandered up, asking if she could join them. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“No,” he’d told her, with no explanation. She turned to go. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Tom, be nice,” one of his friends, a girl, chided. “Let her play, she probably doesn’t have anything better to do.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“All right,” he said grudgingly. “She can play. Just…only this once, okay?” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;She didn’t care how many times she was allowed to play, but just to be near this boy’s presence was special. He exuded an air of confidence, something that she loved, as it was a trait she had lost in the past year. She had hoped her mother might come back, but she knew in her heart that Vivian Gaunt had left, hopefully to somewhere better. Perhaps she would find a husband that treated her better than her first. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“What are you playing?” she asked shyly. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;He gave a snort. “If you don’t know how to play this…” he sighed. “I guess we can teach you.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was an invitation, and she took it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;She’d found him one last time. She flew on her broomstick to the town he was staying at, and she offered to bring his wine up to his room. She mixed a love potion into the wine.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Would you give this to Tom Riddle?” she asked a maid politely. “I forgot, I have an errand to run…”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The maid nodded. “Of course.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;An hour later, she walked up the magnificently carved staircase to Tom’s room. She knocked on it once, and he answered. Because he’d been on the love potion for so long, even though he hadn’t took it for a while, she knewthe reaction would be quick.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Merope,” he whispered, his voice dizzy with love.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It made her eyes begin to water. I came here to tell him something,not sleep with him, she told herself, but foundthe thoughthard to accept once he smiled at her.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I’m with child,” she blurted out.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He instantly looked to her belly. “Oh! That’s wonderful, Merope!”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She felt as if her heart was going to break. She wondered how different his reaction would be if his emotions weren’t meddled with by magic. “I know.” It was a lie, but she wanted to say it. She wanted to live out the fantasy for the last time. “It is.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He pulled her into his arms. “Come here.” It was as if they’d never been apart; perhaps he forgot all about it under the effects of the potion.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was so easy to forget it all, enclosed in the warmth and love of his arms. She turned her face up to his, wiping away her tears. “All right.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He led her to the bed, and she didn’t protest. She would have one more night of the fantasy. She could afford to bend the rules, just this once.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In the early morning when he was still sleeping, she untangled herself from his arms, gave him one last kiss, and walked out of the door. No matter how much she wanted him to love her, she adored him too much to betwich him again.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;She wanted happiness more than anything at age twelve. She’d been bullied for too long, and when she saw Tom walking across the grounds, she quickly scanned the area for her father or brother. Not seeing them anywhere, she ran out the door, over to Tom. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;She collided with him, and both fell over. She blushed, unable to say a word. He got up first, not bothering to offer her a hand. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Graceful,” he remarked maliciously. “Why did you come here?” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suddenly, telling him how she felt seemed silly. “Nothing,” she said, running back inside. She didn’t talk to him again until she gave him the love potion. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;She had to admit that she’d hoped, irrationally, that he would come back, just as she still hoped irrationally that she would find her mother somehow. She was pregnant, and the rules that upheld both of their societies bound him to her, she thought. She was wrong. He seemed to have forgotten that his wife even existed, or perhaps he choose to forget.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She patted her belly, looking at the child that would share this world of misery with her. She would name him for the two greatest miseries that she had endured – his father and his grandfather.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“May you not turn out to be like them,” she whispered to the being inside her stomach.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She would go to a Muggle orphanage to give birth. It was a stretch, but she did feel the need to bend the rules one last time, just as her mother had.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her mother had far more luck at it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Merope wondered where her mother was now, and if she knew somehow that her daughter was pregnant. “Mama,” she whispered, “I learned it all from you.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sighing, she hurried into the orphanage.&lt;/p&gt;
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