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  <title>hey sunshine.</title>
  <subtitle>i haven't seen you in a long time.</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Elizabeth</name>
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  <updated>2008-05-12T15:18:13Z</updated>
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    <title>out to the windy beach.</title>
    <published>2008-05-12T15:18:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-12T15:18:13Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Yesterday was so fun, we went out on the beach again and rediscovered the epic hole. (That sounds dirty.) We took photographs of us jumping into the hole making superhero poses and stuff. Luckily the ocean drowned out the sound of our obnoxious giggling.&lt;br /&gt;I think tomorrow we're going to see the blue angels practicing. The blue angels are these jets that fly upside down and stuff, it's going to be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was watching TCM and they were showing "Frank Sinatra: A Man and His Music" which aired in 1966. Nancy Sinatra was his special guest and they were singing together. It was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's a meme under the cut that would be fantastic if you filled it out. :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='rocket_x' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://rocket-x.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://rocket-x.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;rocket_x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Name: &lt;br /&gt;2. Birthday: &lt;br /&gt;3. Place of residence: &lt;br /&gt;4. What makes you happy: &lt;br /&gt;5. What are you listening to now/have listened to last: &lt;br /&gt;6. Do you read my lj: &lt;br /&gt;7. If you do, what is particularly good/bad about it: &lt;br /&gt;8. An interesting fact about you: &lt;br /&gt;9. Are you in love/have a crush at the moment: &lt;br /&gt;10. Favourite place to be: &lt;br /&gt;11. Favourite lyric: &lt;br /&gt;12. Best time of the year: &lt;br /&gt;13. Weirdest food you like: &lt;br /&gt;14. Do farts make you laugh: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommend &lt;br /&gt;1. A film: &lt;br /&gt;2. A book: &lt;br /&gt;3. A band, a song and an album: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus &lt;br /&gt;1. One thing you like about me: &lt;br /&gt;2. Two things you like about yourself: &lt;br /&gt;3. Put this in your lj so I can tell you what I think of you. &lt;br /&gt;4. Post a picture of yourself. &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>either be groovy or get out, man.</title>
    <published>2008-05-11T02:30:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-11T03:13:53Z</updated>
    <category term="bob dylan"/>
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    <content type="html">Here I am at the beach! We got in today around five o' clock, we went out to the beach and walked around. We came along these little cliff looking things made of sand and my sisters and I took turns walking on them with our eyes closed to see how long we could last without the sand collapsing. Then we came across this huge hole and we took turns trying to jump across, which was pretty much impossible. It was so epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car ride down was wonderful, but it didn't seem to last long enough. Six hours just didn't do it for me. But it was nice, I watched "I'm Not There" which was brilliant. I really enjoyed it, it wasn't what I was expecting but I liked it. Cate Blanchette was perfect, she captured Dylan so well. Heath Ledger wasn't all that great to me and neither was the girl who played Coco (based off Edie Sedgewick.) She's wasn't a bad actress, it's just her godawful hair put me off her character.&lt;br /&gt;Besides watching that movie I listed to my ipod (mainly to Dylan) and stared out the window. That's one of my favorite things to do in all the world. Everything makes more sense in that line where the grass meet the pavement, there's something enlightening about just watching it.&lt;br /&gt;I probably won't be able to read my f-list thoroughly this week but I'll try and read just a little bit of every body's posts. I'll try and comment too.&lt;br /&gt;-Elizabeth</content>
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    <title>just can't wait to be on the road again.</title>
    <published>2008-05-09T23:27:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-09T23:27:55Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Yesterday for my birthday my Dad got me a little something extra which were two LPs, "Star Wars and other Galaxy Funk" by Meco and "Paradise Theatre" by Styx. Then he got me a bunch of Beatles collecting cards. It was funny because was going to get me one black and white of each Beatle and then one of all of them so I can frame them but he accidentally got two of John because he thought John was George. lol So we went back today and got five more. I only needed one George but I couldn't help myself, I got more than I needed. There's a really cute one of the fab wearing plastic beards. :D&lt;br /&gt;I've so been enjoying my McCartney Years dvd. I forgot how sad the "No Other Baby" video was. I can't decide who's version I like better, Paul's or Chad &amp; Jeremy's. ugh. They're both just so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we leave for the beach, I'm getting more excited just because it's been forever that I've sat in a car for hours on end, it seems unnatural to be at home this much. Because my parents have been going overseas so much and I haven't been able to go along I've not been on a trip in a while. I really miss it. There's just something about eating fast food in the car or staring out the window while listening to my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I'm not excited about is waking up early tomorrow. I can't remember the last time I've slept until 1pm. I miss that too... a lot. D:&lt;br /&gt;-Elizabeth</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:erizabeff:15201</id>
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    <title>i would like you to dance.</title>
    <published>2008-05-08T16:20:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-08T16:20:30Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Yaaaaaaay! It's my birthday today!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy because my parents got me The McCartney Years DVD! It's so freaking awesome, it's full of music videos and "Maybe I'm Amazed" and "Heart of the Country" are so cute. &amp;hearts;Paul&amp;Linda&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;The mantle downstairs looks like an eight year old boy and a six year old girl had a birthday. My sisters got me Disney Princess and Harry Potter cards. We're such nerds. lol&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went to eat Hibachi which was super yummy. They put a geisha wig on me and let me hold this big paper parasol. It's was so funny I had on these huge glasses and I sort of looked like Buddy Holly. XD&lt;br /&gt;The people at the restaurant gave me this ceramic drink thing shapes like a plump little geisha girl. I named it Chiyo and I'm going to use her as a vase. They also gave me some really cute chopsticks that said "Forever Love" on the box.&lt;br /&gt;I'm much more positive today, I always seem to get in a sort of slump on the day before a holiday or event. I'm just weird like that.&lt;br /&gt;-Elizabeth</content>
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    <title>the edge of seventeen.</title>
    <published>2008-05-07T21:41:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-07T21:41:43Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">So, tomorrow is my birthday. I'm sort of excited but also sort of not. It's weird, it doesn't feel like it should be my birthday yet. I mean, I don't even understand how tomorrow I'll be seventeen. When did that happen? Time just slips by way to fast, not digging this at all. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Because tomorrow is church and he have obligations to go because well, it's in our house I'm not going to go out to eat like usual. (Well, except for going to the Mexican restaurant like every other thursday.) Anyway, we're going out tonight instead. Nowhere fancy, but I'm not sure where I want to eat. Most of the places in this area are expensive or suck. Oh, well there might be someplace new we could try.&lt;br /&gt;On another note, this saturday we're going to the beach. I'm not particularly excited about that because I hate the ocean. God, I sound so negative. Oh, optimism! Where hath thou gone?&lt;br /&gt;-Elizabeth</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:erizabeff:14589</id>
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    <title>The Ocean's Illusion: Chapter 8</title>
    <published>2008-05-07T00:42:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-07T00:49:35Z</updated>
    <category term="fanfiction"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; The Ocean's Illusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Elizabeth D. (Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Elizabeth/Norring, Some Will/Elizabeth for cannon's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; Post-AWE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Words:&lt;/b&gt; 729&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beta Credit:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='zaxbeez' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://zaxbeez.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://zaxbeez.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;zaxbeez&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I do not own Pirates Of The Caribbean, James, Norrington, Elizabeth Swann, or anything else related. The only thing that belongs to me is The Smithson family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; After Will leaves to serve his time on The Flying Dutchman, Elizabeth begins to feel very misplaced and lonely. After five years Elizabeth begins to loose sight of reality and she gains sight of long forgotten friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author Notes:&lt;/b&gt; Elizabeth and little Will have a race, James james hums along to the sound of a distant violin. A fairly short chapter full of fluff. I thought I'd give you a little break from all the angst. I'm not sure if I'll be able to update a new chapter next week (or even the week after) but I'll try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;The Ocean's Illusion&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter VIII.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John dropped Elizabeth off at Mrs. Carter’s, the elderly woman who watched William while Elizabeth was at work.&lt;br /&gt;  Mrs. Carter was the widow of a wealthy lord from England. When her husband died the old woman gambled most of her fortune away before retiring in the Caribbean. Most of her income came from the charity of family members back in England, who would occasionally send a nephew to look after her.  Mrs. Carter loved small animals and children; she had four dogs, thee indoor King Charles Spaniels and a large mutt that served as a watchdog. Never having a child of her own she was more than happy to watch William. &lt;br /&gt;   “Mummy!” Cried William, as he peered out of Mrs. Carter’s window.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Carter moved a curtain aside to get a better look. “Ah, yes. Your mummy’s here; are your hands and face clean?”&lt;br /&gt;William nodded and stretched out his hands to show how tidy he looked.  Mrs. Carter took the young boy’s hand. “I see a bit of syrup on these fingers. Have you been into the sweets, you naughty boy?”&lt;br /&gt;William giggled, guiltily.&lt;br /&gt;   “Alright now,” she said taking a cloth from her apron, “can’t have your mum see you being such a mess.”&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a knock came and William ran to the door before he could be cleaned up. Mrs. Smithson sighed as she watched William struggle with the large iron latch.&lt;br /&gt;   “Mummy!” William squealed, when he finally conquered the latch.&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth pulled the little boy into her arms and smothered him with kisses.&lt;br /&gt;“I missed you!” She said, tickling his sides. “Come on, let’s go home.”&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth stood up and smiled at Mrs. Carter. “Thank you for looking after my boy.”&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Carter shook her head, “No, dear. It’s my pleasure.”&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth took William’s sticky hand and the two made their way towards home.&lt;br /&gt;James quietly strolled beside Elizabeth and her son, watching the sunset over the endless sea.&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth bent down and removed her shoes, carrying one in each hand. James watched her bare feet leave delicate tracks in the dirt road. &lt;br /&gt;   Elizabeth looked down at her son and grinned, “Want to race?”&lt;br /&gt;The boy nodded enthusiastically and let go of his mother’s hand.&lt;br /&gt;“Ready. Set…” She paused and watched the excitement and anticipation spread across her son’s face. “Go!”&lt;br /&gt;The two went to running, kicking up dust behind them. She ran so fast her bonnet flew off her head, but she didn’t care. She was laughing and somewhere in the distance she could hear a violin being played.&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth stopped to catch her breath. Little William had won; he was a few feet ahead of her and was still running.&lt;br /&gt;“He’s quite an athlete.” James remarked.&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth, panting, looked up at him. “Either that or I’m terribly out of shape.” &lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth pulled out a few pins and her tangled hair fell around her face. &lt;br /&gt;“You look beautiful, Elizabeth.” James said with the most sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth’s cheeks reddened a bit with embarrassment.  “You always made me feel pretty, even now when I’m such a mess.”&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth’s ears perked as she recognized the tune the distant violin was playing.  She couldn’t remember the name or the words but the melody resonated in her heart. She put her hands in air and began to twirl round and round.  She could smell the salt water of the ocean and the sound of the waves mixed with the violin was the most beautiful thing she had ever heard. She moved along the road gracefully dancing, her feet making circles and patterns in the dirt as she spun. As James watched her body glide and spin; silhouetted against the setting sun she seemed younger and more vulnerable than he had seen her in years.  She was a like a child again. Innocent and careless just as she was before life had hurt and changed her. As he watched Elizabeth dance along the road he would have given anything just to hold her.&lt;br /&gt;William ran up to his mother with a few flowers in his hands, some of them with their roots and little clumps of dirt still attached.&lt;br /&gt;“For you.” He said handing them to Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;She kissed William’s forehead and took the yellow and red orchids from him. “Thank you, darling.” She smiled.&lt;br /&gt;She took his hand again and the three waked home, James quietly humming all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapters: &lt;a href="http://erizabeff.livejournal.com/3385.html"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://erizabeff.livejournal.com/4631.html"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://erizabeff.livejournal.com/6311.html"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://erizabeff.livejournal.com/7554.html"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://erizabeff.livejournal.com/8868.html"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://erizabeff.livejournal.com/10275.html"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://erizabeff.livejournal.com/12298.html"&gt;7&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://erizabeff.livejournal.com/14589.html"&gt;8&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>fanfiction and the real girl</title>
    <published>2008-05-06T01:52:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-06T04:35:52Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Oh my God, I just finished watching "Lars and the Real Girl." It was beautiful and touching, not to mention hysterical. I highly recommend it, I think it was one of the best movies of 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.larsandtherealgirl-themovie.com/" target="_blank"&gt;[OFFICIAL LARS SITE]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so behind on writing, I don't know if next week or the week after that will get a chapter. I hate to do that but I'm way behind, maybe if I write without stopping I'll be able to catch up. I'm sort of at a loss of what to write at the moment, I wrote a fluff chapter and I think it zapped my brain cells. D:&lt;br /&gt;Now for something completely different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Taken from &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='rocket_x' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://rocket-x.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://rocket-x.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;rocket_x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Pick up the nearest book. &lt;br /&gt;2. Open to page 123. &lt;br /&gt;3. Find the fifth sentence. &lt;br /&gt;4. Post the next three sentences (in your own journal!). &lt;br /&gt;5. Tag five people. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"He was a deep thinker, much deeper. &lt;br /&gt;Another scent mixed with the vanilla, and Leslie opened her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;There was a bowl of cream next to a candle."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-House by Frank Peretti and Ted Dekker&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... I have no idea what that was about, I've never even read that book. I'm not going to tag anyone, if you want to do it be my guest.</content>
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    <title>the internet is for...</title>
    <published>2008-05-04T23:15:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-04T23:15:27Z</updated>
    <category term="life"/>
    <content type="html">Finally home! Ah, my wonderful computer, I missed you! D:&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is may 4th which means it's Audrey Hepburn's birthday! She's my favorite actress and I've modeled my style after her for years. She was the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother and I found out the hard way the dangers of the Explorer browser this afternoon. This whole weekend I used the Safari browser (which is what I use at home) but this afternoon my mother got on IE to look up the meaning of names. Well, she went to google and searched the meaning of names and up popped a site full of hard core porn. She was freaking out and the browser wouldn't shut down, so I had to shut it down for her. Our reaction was kind of hilarious. We were trying to shut the computer so we didn't have to look at it but on the other hand I couldn't see where I was clicking. So I just tried a bunch of key strokes and blind clicking and eventually it shut down.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to make some more icons tomorrow, I missed the option of just popping into photoshop whenever I feel like it. It was only the weekend but I still was suffering macintosh withdrawals... maybe that's not healthy.&lt;br /&gt;-Elizabeth</content>
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    <title>boring times today.</title>
    <published>2008-05-03T19:40:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-03T19:40:54Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Oh my God! The most terrible thing has happened! They've changed Lunchables Pizza to whole grain! D:&lt;br /&gt;It's better for you, sure but it tastes disgusting. Change it back now!  ugh. I'm so lame, getting all worked up over a lunch product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol has the sweetest dog ever. She's a huge standard poodle named Betty. He name makes me think of the scene in A Hard Day's Night where John has on the fake beard. Anyway, Betty is so funny, she's got the most expressive eyes. It's like she's not even a dog, just a big a really hairy person with four legs. lol&lt;br /&gt;I think my mother is actually becoming a fan of Asian cinema. She keeps watching all these period drama kung fu movies. I'd never take her for the sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I'm so bored. I want to make some icons and write. D:&lt;br /&gt;-Elizabeth</content>
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    <title>sitting on a cornflake</title>
    <published>2008-05-02T23:28:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-02T23:28:18Z</updated>
    <category term="the beatles"/>
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    <content type="html">I'm house sitting right now. Part of my job is to scan photographs of Ms. Carol's family. There's some really interesting photos of Carol in the 60's and 70's. In the 60's she was a pudgy teenager with huge hair and in the 70's she was a skinny hippie chick with long strait hair and a little boy. She's a really interesting gal, she saw the Beatles live in Atlanta and partied with Fleetwood Mac. I so envy her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda boring here, there isn't much to do and I didn't bring much entertainment wise. Stupid decision. Because I'm on a windows computer and my mum is worried that I'll give it a virus I can't read my f-list as thoroughly as I'd like to. Well, at least we got snacks! Mum bought me some &lt;i&gt;Imagine Whirled Peace&lt;/i&gt; ice cream. It's so tasty!&lt;br /&gt;Hm... Well, that's all I can think to write about.&lt;br /&gt;-Elizabeth</content>
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    <title>well, happy birthday to you.</title>
    <published>2008-05-02T03:59:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-02T03:59:20Z</updated>
    <category term="icons"/>
    <category term="life"/>
    <category term="pattie boyd"/>
    <content type="html">Happy Birthday &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='palmettos4me' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://palmettos4me.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://palmettos4me.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;palmettos4me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! My gift to you is 12 Pattie icons. Sorry they're not that great, I kinda got carried away with patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm house/dog sitting for some friends for $100. I'm not going to be alone, my Mum insisted on going with me so I'm not quite sure why they're paying me. But I'm certainly not complaining! When I get this money and the money from Yvonne's site I'll have roughly 600-700 dollars. Yay! I'm so close to my goal I can almost taste it!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hope you had the best day ever, Kelly! May babies forever! :D&lt;br /&gt;-Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;p.s: (I hope you don't mind me letting other people use these too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie44.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie46.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie49.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pattie Boyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie43.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie44.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie45.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie46.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie47.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie48.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie49.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie50.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie51.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie52.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie53.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie54.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments and credit are appreciated. Textless icons are not bases.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:erizabeff:12853</id>
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    <title>what's my number?</title>
    <published>2008-05-01T03:42:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-01T03:42:01Z</updated>
    <category term="simon &amp;amp; garfunkel"/>
    <category term="life"/>
    <content type="html">Yesterday was my sister's open house at Publix. It was very underwhelming. I was expecting more samples, but the only things I tried were some cookies and soda. I was so expecting more yumminess out of it. Pretty much every managers speech was along the lines of "We pwn Krogeeeeer!" I like Kroger, they're always nice to me there.&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw a really good movie, "Little Big Man" with Dustin Hoffman. It was utterly brilliant. I love Hoffman's acting, he's great. I also "A Spaniard In the Works" came to my library, finally! So far "National Health Cow" is my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I would like to take this time to express my complete love for the song "Baby Driver" by Simon &amp; Garfunkel. That song is so fun and sexy, it's just great. I always wanna get up and dance around every time I hear it.&lt;br /&gt;-Elizabeth</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:erizabeff:12298</id>
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    <title>The Ocean's Illusion: Chapter 7</title>
    <published>2008-04-30T02:15:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-07T00:44:22Z</updated>
    <category term="fanfiction"/>
    <category term="norribeth"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; The Ocean's Illusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Elizabeth D. (Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Elizabeth/Norrington, Some Will/Elizabeth for cannon's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; Post-AWE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Words:&lt;/b&gt; 897&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beta Credit:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='zaxbeez' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://zaxbeez.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://zaxbeez.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;zaxbeez&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I do not own Pirates Of The Caribbean, James Norrington, Elizabeth Swann, or anything else related. The only thing that belongs to me is The Smithson family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; After Will leaves to serve his time on The Flying Dutchman, Elizabeth begins to feel very misplaced and lonely. After five years Elizabeth begins to loose sight of reality and she gains sight of long forgotten friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author Notes:&lt;/b&gt; While taking a lovely ride through the county John asks Elizabeth who James was, forcing her to admit the feelings she's been denying for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;The Oceans Illusion&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter VII.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth stood in front of the long mirror in her bedroom.  She was wearing one of her old dressed that she managed to have sent to her from Port Royal.&lt;br /&gt;   It was a bit snugger than she remembered and the once pink floral pattern had since turned a pinkish shade of gray.  Her bonnet was missing a few decorative flowers and it was bent a little out of proportion.  She looked down at her shoes, they seemed to be in fairly good condition; a bit of the cloth was torn but it wasn’t noticeable.&lt;br /&gt;    “Oh, Lord! What I sight I am.” Elizabeth sighed as put on her lace gloves.  She looked down to see that the lace had broken, leaving her right pinky exposed.&lt;br /&gt;“Well, isn’t that just lovely?” she said, examining her hand.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at her unseemly reflection, she felt very outdated and unfashionable.&lt;br /&gt;    “You’re just as pretty as the first time I saw you wear that dress.” A voice said.  “Maybe even prettier.”&lt;br /&gt;She smirked. “You’re only saying that because that’s what I want to hear.”&lt;br /&gt;James stood beside the mirror.  He was wearing his Lieutenant’s uniform, just like the last time she had worn the dress.&lt;br /&gt;     “No, I mean it.” He assured her.&lt;br /&gt;“You’re just silly.” She announced, childishly. &lt;br /&gt; James smiled as he watched her glide into the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;She sat down at the table and waited, biting her nails in anticipation.  It had been some time since she’d been in a carriage.&lt;br /&gt;     “Why did you choose me?” James said, breaking the silence.&lt;br /&gt;“What do you mean?” she asked, examining her nail.&lt;br /&gt;James put his hand on the table.  “Why are you imagining me? Why not Turner?”&lt;br /&gt;She sighed and slumped over in her chair.  “I don’t know” she muttered,  “I suppose it’s because I can’t imagine him here.”&lt;br /&gt;James looked a bit skeptical.&lt;br /&gt;“I mean, he’s out there somewhere, right now and you,” she trailed off. “Well, you’re, you know what I mean.”&lt;br /&gt;James nodded and a smile crept across his face, revealing his white teeth. “I’m glad that it’s me.” He said.&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth blushed and looked away.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door.  Elizabeth stood up and rushed to the door, opening it to see John in his finest uniform.&lt;br /&gt;“What?” he asked, a sly smile on his face, “No ‘James’?”&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth bent back on her heels and shook her head like a little girl, causing John to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;“Shall we?” John said, offering his arm to Elizabeth.  She took it and the two made they’re way to John’s open carriage, Norrington trailing behind.&lt;br /&gt;    They climbed inside and the carriage took off.  Elizabeth gripped her hat, terrified that it would fly off her head. She clutched John’s arm, face white and eyes wide.  He looked at her frazzled state and ordered the driver to slow the pace.&lt;br /&gt;Once Elizabeth had calmed down the two sat in silence for a few miles.  Then the two became three.&lt;br /&gt;“I always wanted to take you on a nice drive through the country side.” James said, looking out to the blue Caribbean Sea. “Not this country side, of course, but back home in England. I wanted to show you where I grew up, and I wanted our children to grow up there also.”&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth just stared at James, unable to reply.&lt;br /&gt;    “But I would want them to know the Caribbean.  I love these islands and I love the sea.” James turned to look at Elizabeth, “My, you’re beautiful today.”&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you, James.” Elizabeth said without thinking.&lt;br /&gt;    “John.” Her silent companion corrected her. “How many times must I correct you?&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth was startled. “Oh! I’m sorry.”&lt;br /&gt;Her face became a deep red, and she felt humiliated that she spoken to James out loud.&lt;br /&gt;      “Pardon me if I’m being forward, but who was James?” John asked.&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth heart skipped a beat. “What makes you think there was a James?”&lt;br /&gt;“Well, the way you say his name it sounds very familiar to you.”  John explained. “Mrs. Turner, were you in love with him?”&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth was silent.&lt;br /&gt;“I… I’m sorry,” John stammered. “Please forgive me and let’s forget the whole thing.”&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth looked down at her broken glove, her mind racing and heart confused.  “I don’t know.” She finally whispered.&lt;br /&gt;John looked at her, shocked that she was answering such a personal question.&lt;br /&gt;“I always thought that I didn’t but now I think I might have,” She put her hand on her head and laughed, “God, I might loved him my whole life and never knew it.”&lt;br /&gt;James lowered his head.&lt;br /&gt;    “That seduced me.” She scoffed, pointing towards the ocean, “That and the fanciful idea of freedom and adventure.”&lt;br /&gt;She sunk into her seat, her arms folded on the side of the carriage.&lt;br /&gt;“But it’s too late now.” She sighed.&lt;br /&gt;“What did Mr. Turner think of him?” John asked.&lt;br /&gt;“I suppose they respected each other, but they had two completely different view points.” Elizabeth explained.&lt;br /&gt;“What happened to him?” John asked.&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth sat up and straitened her hat. “He died.  He was a naval officer and was killed by…” she paused. “Pirates.”&lt;br /&gt;John felt terrible for bringing up such painful memories.&lt;br /&gt;“If you don’t mind, Mr. Smithson, I’d like to go home.” Elizabeth said, no expression in her voice.&lt;br /&gt;John had the driver turn the carriage around and the rest of the ride was spent in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapters: &lt;a href="http://erizabeff.livejournal.com/3385.html"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://erizabeff.livejournal.com/4631.html"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://erizabeff.livejournal.com/6311.html"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://erizabeff.livejournal.com/7554.html"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://erizabeff.livejournal.com/8868.html"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://erizabeff.livejournal.com/10275.html"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://erizabeff.livejournal.com/12298.html"&gt;7&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://erizabeff.livejournal.com/14589.html"&gt;8&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>the water's always changing, always flowing.</title>
    <published>2008-04-28T20:44:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-28T20:44:02Z</updated>
    <category term="icons"/>
    <category term="life"/>
    <category term="pocahontas"/>
    <content type="html">God, I seriously need to write. After tomorrow I won't have any more chapters to fall back on. If freaking &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='zaxbees' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=zaxbees'&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://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=zaxbees'&gt;&lt;b&gt;zaxbees&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would stop being preoccupied with his girlfriend and actually get on AIM so he could beta the new stuff I've written we might make more progress in this story. Stupid real life! D:&lt;br /&gt;I'm home alone again and I think I'm starting to get used to it. There's some stuff around the house that I should be doing like the dishes and laundry but here I am typing away. Curse you, addictive LiveJournal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have a fairly large batch of Pocahontas icons that are dedicated to my super sweet friend &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='itstrishamarie' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://itstrishamarie.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://itstrishamarie.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;itstrishamarie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for reminding me how freaking fantastic this movie is. ily x10000000000000, Trisha! &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;-Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;x20.&lt;/b&gt; Pocahontas Icons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/poca-14.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/poca-13.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/poca-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pocahontas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/poca-1.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/poca-2.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/poca-3.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/poca-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/poca-5.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/poca-6.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/poca-7.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/poca-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/poca-9.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/poca-10.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/poca-11.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/poca-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/poca-13.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/poca-14.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/poca-15.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/poca-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/poca-17.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/poca-18.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/poca-19.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/poca-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments and credit are appreciated. Textless icons are not bases.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>antique festival</title>
    <published>2008-04-28T02:38:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-28T02:38:10Z</updated>
    <category term="life"/>
    <content type="html">If you're ever bored and want something extremely fun to do try listening to the song "O Fortuna" with a webcam. If you slowly zoom in on yourself or a friend while the beginning of the song is playing it's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the antique festival and I budgeted myself $20, I only spent $10.50 of it and I got some really cute earrings and a Record that was converted into a clock. It's really cute and it looks like it'd be easy to make. I might start making them with the old gospel 45's I inherited from my grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to watch some fracking Battlestar Galactica.&lt;br /&gt;-Elizabeth</content>
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    <title>It's a wonderful day in the neighborhood.</title>
    <published>2008-04-27T03:20:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-27T05:51:09Z</updated>
    <category term="the beatles"/>
    <category term="life"/>
    <category term="chad &amp;amp; jeremy"/>
    <content type="html">I want to take a nice long bath and then do my nails. They look a lot better than they did yesterday because I took off all the chipped up nail polish. I love, love, love the name of the color I'm going to wear. It's called "Just Another Groupie." That is so cute. I love how beauty products have adorable names, I have a lipstick that is called "Strawberry Fields," which I would wear even if the color wasn't adorable. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I just love this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh93/muffindrop/Picspam/rehearsing.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well tomorrow is the annual Antique Festival in town and I'm so excited! I haven't been able visit the shops in town as much as I used to because I've been saving up my money to go see Chad &amp; Jeremy in concert. I don't think I'm going to buy anything but at least I can look. Oh well, C&amp;J are worth it.&lt;br /&gt;-Elizabeth</content>
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    <title>thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letterbox.</title>
    <published>2008-04-25T22:15:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-25T22:15:26Z</updated>
    <category term="life"/>
    <content type="html">I was thinking about what I wrote last night, you know, about me being an observer. Well, I was thinking of my life and how I've lived it in the few short years that I been alive and I think that I've pretty much been an observer all my life. Because my family travels a lot most of my memories are of looking at the scenery rush by at eighty miles an hour on the interstate. I'd watch how the white line on the side of the highway would bend and curve like it was dancing because it wasn't painted straight or how cotton fields seemed to have pinstripes.  I remember one night on our way home from Texas we were driving on the interstate and it was probably 3AM. In the darkness there must have been some sort of factory or oil refinery because I could see huge towers of fire and smoke floating in mid air. It was one of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know where I'm going with this, all of my thoughts seem to be disconnected and hazy.&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm trying to say is that I've spent my life watching time rush past me, like the white line on the highway. I'll be seventeen years old in just two weeks and I don't even know how that happened. Everything seems to be going too fast for me, I'm struggling to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;This post didn't make any sense did it? I suppose the best way to sum up my feelings is to admit that I'm lost. I'm don't know where I'm going and I'm not sure where I've been. God, I'm not even sure I know where I am right now for that matter. I'll just keep living for the time being, observing, maybe someday I'll find something.&lt;br /&gt;-Elizabeth</content>
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    <title>like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone.</title>
    <published>2008-04-24T20:55:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-24T21:04:28Z</updated>
    <category term="edie sedgewick"/>
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    <content type="html">It seems I'm spending more and more time home alone. It's weird, really because all my life I've never really been alone that much. Because my parents don't have "real jobs" (we're traveling ministers) they're always at home or either we're all on the road together. But now they've started traveling more overseas, which means I can't go with them because of the outrageous prices of airfare, and my sisters have gotten jobs so it's just me and the dog. I can't say I'm really lonely or anything, just bored and a little displaced. I'm not really sure where I fit in and what my role is. For now I'm just an observer. That's probably why I have my ipod with my constantly. You notice more little things when you're life has a good soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. I'm getting lazy. I have a bunch of stuff to do but no time to do it in. Actually, I have all the time in the world but I spend it doing unimportant things that are fun.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to get the C&amp;J fanclub website finished and I need to finish my Dad's website. Well, I need him to get the rest of his stuff together first, so I guess procrastination runs in the family. All I really want to do right now is lay down.&lt;br /&gt;Well, one thing I am excited about is the season premier of Robin Hood the series. I thought they had canceled it so you can imagine my fangirl delight to see the adverts for the new season. I can't wait until saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, here's an Edie Sedgewick wallpaper. :D&lt;br /&gt;-Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh93/muffindrop/edierollingstone.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s254.photobucket.com/albums/hh93/muffindrop/th_edierollingstone.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[click to make it bigger]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[comment if you take]</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:erizabeff:10645</id>
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    <title>Friends only banners and Jacob/Bella icons.</title>
    <published>2008-04-23T21:46:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-23T21:49:35Z</updated>
    <category term="friends only banners"/>
    <category term="icons"/>
    <category term="jane asher"/>
    <category term="twilight"/>
    <category term="edie sedgewick"/>
    <category term="nancy spungen"/>
    <category term="angela bowie"/>
    <category term="pattie boyd"/>
    <content type="html">I was sort of bored today so I made four friends only banners featuring band girls and a few Jacob/Bella icons.&lt;br /&gt;The icons were inspired by all the hilarious comments in &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/sortofbeautiful/239282.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Please enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;x7.&lt;/b&gt; Jacob/Bella shipping icons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;x4.&lt;/b&gt; Band girl friends only banners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh93/muffindrop/godjb.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh93/muffindrop/gravityjb.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh93/muffindrop/sciencejb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Icons&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh93/muffindrop/universejb.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh93/muffindrop/sciencejb.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh93/muffindrop/naturejb.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh93/muffindrop/gravityjb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh93/muffindrop/godjb.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh93/muffindrop/creationjb.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh93/muffindrop/astronomyjb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friends Only Banners&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh93/muffindrop/fonly-nancy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh93/muffindrop/fonly-edie.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh93/muffindrop/fonly-pattie.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh93/muffindrop/fonly-jane.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh93/muffindrop/fonly-angie.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments and credit are appreciated.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:erizabeff:10275</id>
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    <title>The Ocean's Illusion: Chapter 6</title>
    <published>2008-04-22T21:09:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-07T00:44:16Z</updated>
    <category term="fanfiction"/>
    <category term="norribeth"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; The Ocean's Illusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Elizabeth D. (Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Elizabeth/Norrington, Some Will/Elizabeth for cannon's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; Post-AWE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Words:&lt;/b&gt; 796&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beta Credit:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='zaxbeez' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://zaxbeez.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://zaxbeez.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;zaxbeez&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I do not own Pirates Of The Caribbean, James Norrington, Elizabeth Swann, or anything else related. The only thing that belongs to me is The Smithson family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; After Will leaves to serve his time on The Flying Dutchman, Elizabeth begins to feel very misplaced and lonely. After five years Elizabeth begins to loose sight of reality and she gains sight of long forgotten friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author Notes:&lt;/b&gt; John tells his parents of his intention to marry Charlotte and then he invites Elizabeth on a carriage ride. Mr. and Mrs. Smithson are so much fun to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;The Ocean's Illusion&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter VI.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Saturday, around noon and Elizabeth was serving tea and sandwiches to The Smithsons. The sun filtered through the curtains, blinding her when she looked in its direction.&lt;br /&gt;It was a warm day and everyone was in good spirits, the Smithsons laughed and talked and sipped their tea.  Mr. Smithson was in the middle of a amusing story when is son interrupted him.&lt;br /&gt;    “I’m getting married.” John said, abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;His mother nearly spilt her tea and his father stared, his eyes wide in confusion.&lt;br /&gt;“What ever do you mean?” Mrs. Smithson questioned, setting her cup and saucer down.&lt;br /&gt;    “I discussed it with Mrs. Turner last night and--”&lt;br /&gt;Before John could finish, Mr. Smithson dropped his spoon. “Good Lord!” he sighed, “He’s marring a servant!”&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth fought back a grin. “I should remind you that I am Mrs. Turner, sir.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, well, my apologies.” Mr. Smithson grumbled, his cheeks turning red.&lt;br /&gt;    “Yes, I know how it is sir.” Elizabeth said, remembering the look on her father’s face when she told him she intended to marry Will Turner.&lt;br /&gt;John cleared his throat. “As I was saying, I spoke to Mrs. Turner about the matter and she convinced me that I should go ahead and propose to Charlotte.”&lt;br /&gt;His parents looked at each other, then at their son, and then to Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m afraid I don’t follow, son.” Mr. Smithson said, sitting back in his chair.  “Who is this Charlotte person?”&lt;br /&gt;     “The Admiral’s daughter.” John explained, “She lives at the port where I’m stationed.”&lt;br /&gt;There was silence for a moment. &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly John’s parents erupted into roar of congratulations and well wishes.&lt;br /&gt;“Charlotte! That’s a good name,” Mr. Smithson said, shaking his son’s hand. “Sounds like the name of royalty!”&lt;br /&gt;    “It is the name of royalty, dear.” Mrs. Smithson corrected.&lt;br /&gt;“Bah! We haven’t been to England in years.” Mr. Smithson pulled a cigar from his waist coat pocket. “How was I to know?”&lt;br /&gt;“She’s been the Queen for years!” Mrs. Smithson scolded, “You’re not very patriotic, are you?”&lt;br /&gt;    Mr. Smithson was grinning from ear to ear. “Why would I care who the Queen is when my boy’s getting married?”&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Smithson began to sob, “Oh, John! We’re so happy for you!”&lt;br /&gt;“Mother, don’t cry,” John said, comfortingly. “You’ll ruin your powder.”&lt;br /&gt;“And your rouge too.” Mr. Smithson added. “But it might do you good, you put so much on these days.”&lt;br /&gt;    “Mr. Smithson!” she exclaimed, striking her husband’s arm with her napkin.&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth couldn’t help but laugh as she took the family’s dirty dishes into the kitchen.  She set the plates onto the counter and pulled the stool beside the tub of water.  Elizabeth began scrubbing away at the forks and knives when John walked in. &lt;br /&gt;“Mrs. Turner, would you like to go for a drive with me?” John asked.&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth dried the dish in her hand, “Why yes, of course, John.”&lt;br /&gt;“It’s still early in the day,” he suggested, “Would you like to go now?”&lt;br /&gt;     “Let me finish these dishes and I’ll go home and get ready.”&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you, Mrs. Turner.” John’s eyes were delighted.&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll be sure to wear my nicest dress.” She promised.&lt;br /&gt;     John smiled and turned to leave the room.&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know whether I should be jealous or not.” Said James as he ran his fingers across the water, making no ripples.&lt;br /&gt;“Hush you!” Elizabeth scolded in a whisper.&lt;br /&gt;John turned around, “Did you say something.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, no sir!” Elizabeth exclaimed, blushing.&lt;br /&gt;John rubbed his head, “Must be all the excitement. I think I’m hearing things.”&lt;br /&gt;    Elizabeth shot a disapproving look at Norrington as John left the room.&lt;br /&gt;“You’re going to loose me my job!” She whispered when she was sure John was out of ear-range.&lt;br /&gt;    “How did you come upon this occupation anyhow?” James asked, dipping his finger into the water. “What happened to all the money?”&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth dunked a soapy plate into the water.  “When my father died, Lord Beckett seized his estate. When Lord Beckett was killed the funds went back to the government.  I was left penniless.”&lt;br /&gt;    “So you began work as a maid?”  James questioned.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.” She replied, drying the last dish.&lt;br /&gt;She looked up at James and then into the bucket of water.  She couldn’t see a reflection, aside from her own.  Elizabeth brushed her hair out of her face and sighed.  She noticed that his hand was resting on the edge of the wooden bucket.  She reached to touch it, but withdrew.  A fear crept in her mind that if she touched him he’d disappear.  She bit her lit and decided to press her luck.  She hovered her hand over his, and closed her eyes.  Her hand came down to meet a wooden surface.&lt;br /&gt;    Elizabeth opened her eyes and just as she feared, he was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapters: &lt;a href="http://erizabeff.livejournal.com/3385.html"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://erizabeff.livejournal.com/4631.html"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://erizabeff.livejournal.com/6311.html"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://erizabeff.livejournal.com/7554.html"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://erizabeff.livejournal.com/8868.html"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://erizabeff.livejournal.com/10275.html"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://erizabeff.livejournal.com/12298.html"&gt;7&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://erizabeff.livejournal.com/14589.html"&gt;8&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>a day in the life.</title>
    <published>2008-04-22T02:54:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-22T02:54:52Z</updated>
    <category term="life"/>
    <content type="html">Today was an ordinary day. I didn't want to wake up, as usual. I mean, sleeping is one of my favorite pastimes and waking up just ruins it. lol&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about making some Twilight quote icons mainly focusing on Jacob/Bella. I want to toy around with bold patters like I have with all those Pattie icons.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting more and more money which is such a good thing. I still have a long way to go to get to Vegas but now it's looking even more like a real possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to my sisters violin recital and she did pretty good. She played "Listen To Your Heart" by Roxette. Everybody did good and it sort of made me wish I still played the piano. (which I failed epically at mainly because my teacher was around my age and only wanted to socialize.) I wanted to see a Lennon/McCartney credit by my name. It sucks too because I never attended a recital during the two years I took piano, which sorta ticks me off because my sister has hardly missed a recital. I'd probably be hammering away at the ivory right now if I had had a little more encouragement. God, I'm so dependent. Oh well, such is life.&lt;br /&gt;-Elizabeth</content>
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    <title>please don't leave me.</title>
    <published>2008-04-21T03:49:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-21T03:49:14Z</updated>
    <category term="life"/>
    <content type="html">Oh! The weekend will be over in just a few minutes! D:&lt;br /&gt;I am so not a fan of monday and I can't remember the last time I slept in until 1pm. That's one of my favorite things to do. I don't want sunday to be over yet, I'm not ready. Why can tomorrow be Sunday again? Another weekend would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you monday and I really hope you know that. The only good thing about you is that after you is tuesday, which for some reason I really like.&lt;br /&gt;ugh. Monday sucks!&lt;br /&gt;-Elizabeth</content>
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    <title>put it in the pantry with your cupcakes.</title>
    <published>2008-04-20T02:54:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-20T02:54:57Z</updated>
    <category term="icons"/>
    <category term="life"/>
    <category term="pattie boyd"/>
    <content type="html">Let's start the recapping with Thursday night. While my Dad was in Idaho he bought a projector thing. So he set it up on our kitchen table and got out this screen that we've had for years. You hook the projector to a DVD player and it plays DVDs, obviously. Well, Dad told me to bring a DVD player downstairs and a DVD. Naturally, I brought A Hard Day's Night. He set it up and played the movie on our semi-big screen. It was so amazing! It is probably the closest I'll come to seeing it in theaters (unless they decide to play it at The Fox) and it was a really neat experience. It gave the film a completely different feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then onto yesterday. I went to those people house to watch their children (which got me a very lovely $100) and they live in a very nice neighborhood right in the middle of a golf course. Personally, I wouldn't want to live in a place like that, I'd be afraid golf balls would come flying through my windows. Anyway, the parents of the children I was watching were going to a birthday party and everyone was supposed to meet at their house. Well, one of their friends walked in (you could tell he had already had a few drinks) and when he saw me he said, "Hey! Are you a Romanian gymnast? Cause you really look like one." I mean, how funny is that? I simply smirked and said, "Why yes, actually I am." lol&lt;br /&gt;The kids were really sweet the little girl was four and she loved The Little Mermaid, she had a bunch of TLM merchandise (which I was jealous of) and she even named their dog Ariel. lol&lt;br /&gt;The little boy was a little over one. He was sweet but he didn't want to go to sleep. His mother told me that he liked to hear Silent Night as he went to sleep. Well when I laid him down and began to sing he started wailing. He knew what that song meant and he was not into sleeping at the moment. So I began to sing "Kathy's Song" by Simon &amp; Garfunkel and he quieted down and eventually he slept fine.&lt;br /&gt;While I was there I caught the end of "Stepford Wives," the 70's version. It was so good, I want to rent it so I can see the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to a friend's house to clean. She payed good and I've now got over 300+ dollars. With the money from Yvonne's site and potential birthday money I'll be well on my way to Vegas and C&amp;J.&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I posted a lot today. Oh well, here's eight Pattie icons! I was experimenting with this new style and was seeing what I could come up with. I'm pretty pleased with the results.&lt;br /&gt;-Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie41.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie36.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie35.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pattie Boyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie33.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie34.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie35.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie36.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie37.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie38.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie40.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie41.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments and credit are appreciated. Textless icons are not bases.</content>
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    <title>why can't I have adorable mice to help me clean?</title>
    <published>2008-04-17T21:14:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-18T15:00:24Z</updated>
    <category term="meme"/>
    <category term="life"/>
    <content type="html">I am so exhausted from cleaning all day. Because we have Church in our house every thursday this is usually the day my sister and I clean together. Well, she got a job at Publix and is working today so I had to clean the whole house by myself today. My other sister &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='harruka' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://harruka.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://harruka.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;harruka&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has Violin lessens on this day so she gets off easy.&lt;br /&gt;I got a baby sitting job tomorrow that promises at least $100, so I'm really excited.&lt;br /&gt;My nails looked so pretty yesterday and now they're all chipped up. I'm going to repaint them saturday. I love the name of the color I'm wearing now. It's silver and it's called "Just Another Groupie." How brilliant is that?&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of &lt;s&gt;groupies&lt;/s&gt; band aids. I watched Almost Famous again last night. That movie is just such win, I love it to death.&lt;br /&gt;-Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='parler_' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/parler_/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://users.livejournal.com/parler_/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;parler_&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Put your playlist on shuffle and share a memory associated with the first twenty songs that come up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. "Leave A Light On" - The Wrights&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my sisters and I singing this song because we were bored after a Church service. Our parents were still talking and we wanted to go back to the Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. "Honeysuckle Rose" - Fats Waller&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of spring 2005 when we spent a lot of time with our friends The Hancocks. I had just got this CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. "Dragostea din tea" - Haiduchii&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is so hilarious it reminds me of my sisters and I being goofy! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. "I Should Have Known Better" - The Beatles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of playing cards in the back of a train. I never did this, but the Beatles did in A Hard Day's Night. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. "Hunter" - Bjork&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time I saw the music video for this I was at my grandmother's house. Me and my dad were watching VH1 and she told us to "Turn that mess off! It's of the devil." My dad and I love this song to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. "My Love" - Paul McCartney&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of soaking in my tub, relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. "Somebody To Love" - Queen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song reminds me of our long drives when we work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. "The Hill" - Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is so beautiful. I think of the film Once which is where this is from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. "White Rabbit" - Jefferson Airplane&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this as my song for myspace for a long time. I also had a  really cool layout to match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. "Go Tell It On The Mountain" - Simon &amp; Garfunkel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, this reminds me of about an hour ago when I was singing this at the top of my lungs while nobody was at home but me. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. "Daniel" - Elton John&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think of warm summer afternoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. "Something" - The Beatles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of George &amp; Pattie. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. "No-No Song" - Ringo Starr&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drugs are bad, m'kay? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. "Patience" - Take That&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go all the way to The Philippines to buy this album because it's not sold in the US. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. "Who'll Stop The Rain" - Creedence Clearwater Revival&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to listen to this song when I clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. "Last Train to Clarksville" - The Monkees&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a friend of mine and I kept saying lyrics of this song randomly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. "Again White Campanulas" - Andrey Vinogradov&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listed to Adrey and other Russian artists like mad when I was reading Doctor Zhivago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. "You Never Even Called Me by My Name" - David Allen Coe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, this is totally the ultimate country song. I love singing the last verse at the top of my lungs with the windows rolled down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. "Bus Stop" - The Hollies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good song for riding in the car on rainy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. "Flaming Pie" - Paul McCartney&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I told my sister how brilliant I thought the line "cut my toes off to spite my feet" was and she thought it was disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>paid account!!! &amp; icons</title>
    <published>2008-04-16T17:39:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-16T17:39:50Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">omg yay! I got a paid account yesterday! It's my birthday present from my grandmother. XD&lt;br /&gt;Well, my birthday isn't until the eighth of may but she was buying &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='harruka' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://harruka.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://harruka.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;harruka&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s subscription to DeviantArt and she decided to kill two birds with one stone. She hates shopping of any kind.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited! I have 105 user pictures to use now and I can also use new layouts. What do you think of this new one? (I'm not sure if this is even one of the paid ones. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as I promised Monday, here are some icons. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;x8.&lt;/b&gt; Pattie Boyd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;x16.&lt;/b&gt; Sixties Advertisements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;x32.&lt;/b&gt; The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie31.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/advert-13.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/john-national.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pattie Boyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie25.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie26.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie27.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie28.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie29.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie30.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie31.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/pattie32.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sixties Advertisements&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/advert-1.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/advert-2.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/advert-3.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/advert-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/advert-5.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/advert-6.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/advert-7.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/advert-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/advert-9.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/advert-10.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/advert-11.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/advert-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/advert-13.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/advert-14.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/advert-15.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/advert-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Beatles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/all-confetti.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/all-blueish.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/all-whistle.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/jp-fanfic.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/jp-goof.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/john-plant.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/john-jamming.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/john-national.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/john-blurr.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/john-glasses.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/john-reflect.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/john-door.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/john-plane.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/paul-thinks.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/paul-cam.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/paul-gasp.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/paul-sip.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/paul-glasses.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/paul-groove.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/george-wut.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/george-car.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/george-playing.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/george-glare.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/george-looking.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/george-dot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/ringo-orly.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/ringo-smilin.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/ringo-ok.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/ringo-loldots.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/ringo-beard.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/ringo-cam.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/iconeriffic/ringo-keeljoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments and credit are appreciated. Textless icons are not bases.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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