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  <title>Standing tall</title>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2005 12:05:28 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>NEW lj tho, for those who are interested is simply : pyrotechgoddess</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2005 02:05:26 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>This LJ sucks.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s depressive and dark and shitty.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;mma get a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, LJ of Shit.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 11 Jul 2005 01:22:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>*laughs*</title>
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  <description>&apos;&apos;I don&apos;t normally beg for assistance&lt;br /&gt;I rely on my own eyes to see &lt;br /&gt;But right now they make no sense to me &lt;br /&gt;Right now you make no sense to me&apos;&apos; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. Life&apos;s a rollercoaster. I know it&apos;ll make me stronger.. I just wish I could get challenges of another type, if you get me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Drake, hon.. What would you rather have? &lt;br /&gt;An absent father, or a father that drove you to attempting suicide and is destroying what you used to be able to call home, and that fucked up most-part of your childhood? &lt;br /&gt;I think the answer is clear.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;d rather have an absent one, anyway. *shakes her head*&lt;br /&gt;Remember, Ignorance is bliss.. &apos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m tired.. But I&apos;m not sad anymore.. I&apos;m just tired, and when I think of him I feel the anger pumping in me.. But it&apos;s under control. I have wonderful friends. Thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a wonderful mother, and I hate seeing her in pain. Regardless of her hurt, she always thinks about me and my best.. I feel ingrateful. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I&apos;m going to search for a job. Hopefully that will make her happier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nods* I love my life, no matter it&apos;s ups and downs. Somehow I&apos;m always in love, and it always helps alot. ^-^~  And there&apos;s so many people doing worse than me, having a worse time. I&apos;ll manage. &lt;br /&gt;I feel calm now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I lost it because it all hit me so heavily.. Leaving my friends, and Italy, coming home to a destroyed family and brothers and mother hurting, coming home in general, being worried about all the things I worry about.. It just hit my shoulders too fast, too hard. I got it under control now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smiles softly* Yes, I&apos;m content. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, all.. &lt;br /&gt;Peas and beans, Ching.</description>
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  <lj:music>The day after tomorrow, Saybia</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">The day after tomorrow, Saybia</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 09 Jul 2005 18:07:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Suffering.</title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 06 Jul 2005 22:29:28 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;m home. It sucks.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 28 Jun 2005 21:20:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I found my peace.</title>
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  <description>Mia, I am never alone.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 21 Jun 2005 13:57:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>*smiles*</title>
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  <description>Two nights ago, I watched my tagging friends tag down a trainstation near Rome.&lt;br /&gt;We watched from a distance, those of us who does not tag.&lt;br /&gt;It was like this: They were tagging down the station, and we others were sitting about 150 m up the street, in a little park, smoking. As usual. ^^* &lt;br /&gt;Then we saw a guard. HAHA. He came out from the ticket-office, stopped dead, and then screamed &apos;&apos;Mortacci vostra!&apos;&apos; before he leapt after my three tagging friends, who then decided it was time to leave. &lt;br /&gt;But they hadn&apos;t made an escape plan! Oh no, what shall we do?! Two of the three runs in our direction toward the park. The other one just decides to run down to the station, where there&apos;s no way out. He&apos;d be trapped. When he like two seconds later realizes that he&apos;s not being followed by his friends, he runs up to the guard again, points a spray bottle in this face, the guard jumps back 2 m atleast, and our friend is safe. Almost.&lt;br /&gt;All three of them ran past the park we sat in. -.- They actually ran pretty far away. We spent the whole night calling them, because without them we couldn&apos;t get home. They&apos;re our drivers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a hilarious scene. I&apos;ve decided to start tagging when I go back to norway. *nods* Who wants to join???!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I talked to Grandma on the phone. She is doing good. She told me about the situation with dad and stuff. I don&apos;t know anymore, what to do.. I&apos;ll just ride it off. We&apos;ll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I&apos;mma go to some place strange. All the girls are going, we&apos;re going to have sooo much fun! It&apos;ll be an excellent end to our friendship. *shudders* Ah, anzi.. Our friendships will never end. Our time together, on the other hand, will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m sorry I can&apos;t write mails, browser is being a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peas and beans.. Ching.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 20 Jun 2005 14:51:37 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Haha.&lt;br /&gt;My life is funny.&lt;br /&gt;Yesternight we went to Anna&apos;s 18 party. And afterwards we just had fun. I&apos;ll explain *everything* laterz.&lt;br /&gt;Peas and Beans.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 14 Jun 2005 20:28:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Shocked.</title>
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  <description>Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew, Siggah. I never knew.&lt;br /&gt;Now I&apos;ve spread your immense .. ly.. entertaining.. LJ to MANY ONLINE FRIENDS!.&lt;br /&gt;How can you be that extremely.. ... entertaining? I just don&apos;t get it.&lt;br /&gt;I just can&apos;t comprehend it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve got a cats hair caught in my piercing, fuck. I can&apos;t get it out, and it&apos;s tickeling my tongue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I think I might have to kill that cat. And Luca too. If so happens that one of his hairs gets stuck in my piercing then I just might die.&lt;br /&gt;*burps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what happened the other day? I just happened to decide to steal a virginhood. But I&apos;ve now realized that that&apos;s a thing I&apos;m never going to do again. Religion or no religion, fuck you.  &lt;br /&gt;That virginhood just so happened to have a really small penis too. .. Size matters. I&apos;m under the impression that italians either have huge penises or really small penises. This was one of those small ones, which I&apos;m sad to say, is the majority.&lt;br /&gt;SIZE MATTERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an urinal infection. It hurts when I pee. I have to drink huge amounts of juice. There&apos;s blood coming out of my potato, when it&apos;s technically not supposed to at all. It freaks me, or infact grosses me out the door. I had to SPEND the night (I LOVE TO SLEEP, for those of you who had no idea) on the toilet. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this reminds me of the extremely sad thing that happened in Prague. I just want to cry. I&apos;mma go nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about the stuff that happens to me, I just wonder what I ever did to the world?&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m a nice person? I haven&apos;t really done anything bad? I&apos;m NICE! Goddamnit.&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t hurt people. Only .. some selected ones from time to time. I&apos;m nice to my parents. I&apos;m supportive of my brothers. I love my dog. I&apos;m a good friend. I might be evil and mean sometimes, but not *that* often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. =/ Shit now I made myself feel bad. Yeah, I know, there&apos;s alot of children in Africa that has a harder time than me. But I mean.. They have like a hard time, they&apos;ve reached the bottom right?&lt;br /&gt;And then there&apos;s the people who have like the tops of the times.. And then there&apos;s those like me, who&apos;re stuck in the middle, not managing to balance anything. It&apos;s annoying.&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s what it is. It&apos;s annoying and frustrating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peas.</description>
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  <lj:music>Foo something something.</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Foo something something.</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 13 Jun 2005 10:57:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I love Foo.</title>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I&apos;ve got another confession to make
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I&apos;m your fool
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Everyone&apos;s got their chains to break
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Holdin&apos; you

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Were you born to resist or be abused?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Are you gone and onto someone new?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I needed somewhere to hang my head
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Without your noose
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;You gave me something that I didn&apos;t have
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;But had no use
I was too weak to give in
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Too strong to lose
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;My heart is under arrest again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;But I break loose
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;My head is giving me life or death
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;But I can&apos;t choose
I swear I&apos;ll never give in
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;I refuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Has someone taken your faith?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Its real, the pain you feel
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;You trust, you must
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Confess
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Has someone taken your faith?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Its real, the pain you feel
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;The life, the love
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;You die to heal
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;The hope that starts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;The broken hearts
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;You trust, you must
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Confess

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;I&apos;ve got another confession my friend
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;I&apos;m no fool
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;I&apos;m getting tired of starting again
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Somewhere new

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Were you born to resist or be abused?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;I swear I&apos;ll never give in
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;I refuse

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Has someone taken your faith?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Its real, the pain you feel
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;You trust, you must
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Confess
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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  <pubDate>Sat, 11 Jun 2005 19:26:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Picture I hope</title>
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  <description>&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/Einherje/DSC03773.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mushy the bro on the Camp. That&apos;s funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, guys.. Yesterday I got my tongue pierced.. O.o It didn&apos;t hurt at all. It&apos;s just funny how I have this 18mm thingie in my mouth to administrate around when I eat. It got so bad I just stopped eating.. It&apos;s better. &lt;br /&gt;My tongue is like the size of Europe right now, swollen as fuck. I speak with a lisp. HAh!! I can&apos;t sing, whistle, suck, swallow, lick my lips, spit or anything like that. It&apos;s just hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they did it, ohmygosh. this woman, she got out this huge needle, 3mm thick.. And then she just slammed it straigh through the thongs that were holding my tongue really hard.. She pushed it all the way through, and then she put in the piercing.. It didn&apos;t hurt at all, and I went into this strange state of complete hyperness.. then when Ally took it, she just fainted on the chair.. That was funny too, poor girl.. She&apos;s adorable, I love her!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea.. Have fun all you people out there in the world! I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me by the Tiber, Laura took the picture sitting ontop of the huge stairs at Castello di Sant Angelo!! I put my hand in the Tiber!!!!! EEEEW. the GERMS attack!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/Einherje/DSC06270.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura and me at the beach! Mmmm, She&apos;s CUTE. ^^* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/Einherje/DSC06381.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Best of You, Foo.</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Best of You, Foo.</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 08 Jun 2005 15:18:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>nothing to do</title>
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  <description>&lt;table width=&quot;350&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#A5C3DE&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot; style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Sexy Brazilian Name Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#BDD3E6&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.quizdiva.net/brazilianname/girl.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot; size=&quot;+1&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Alessandra Fernandes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogthings.com/sexybraziliannamegenerator/&quot;&gt;What&apos;s Your Sexy Brazilian Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=&quot;350&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#66CCFF&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot; style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Were Actually Born Under:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#CBF3FF&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#FF667F&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot; style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Have Been Born Under:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#FFCCDA&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.quizdiva.net/chinesehoroscopes/rooster.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resourceful and practical, you are a quick thinker.&lt;br /&gt;You are very observant - and it&apos;s hard to get anything past you!&lt;br /&gt;A total perfectionist, you are especially picky about looking your best.&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re a big dreamer - such a big dreamer that reality can disappoint you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with an Ox or Snake.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogthings.com/whatyearwereyoubornunderquiz/&quot;&gt;What Year Were You Born Under?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 12pt;&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; border=&quot;1&quot; bordercolor=&quot;black&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;5&quot;&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;center&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#FFD391&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style=&quot;margin: 0; border: 0;&quot;&gt;Your Deadly Sins&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#FFCE93&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sloth&lt;/strong&gt;: 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#FFC995&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greed&lt;/strong&gt;: 40%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#FFC498&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Envy&lt;/strong&gt;: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#FFBF9A&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gluttony&lt;/strong&gt;: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#FFB99C&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lust&lt;/strong&gt;: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#FFB49E&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pride&lt;/strong&gt;: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#FFAFA1&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrath&lt;/strong&gt;: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#FFAAA3&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chance You&apos;ll Go to Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: 20%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#FFA5A5&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will get bugs, because you&apos;re too lazy to shoo them off. And then you&apos;ll die.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogthings.com/howsinfulareyouquiz/&quot;&gt;How Sinful Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=&quot;350&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#CCCCCC&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot; style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Amazing Yoda Sex Line&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#999999&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.quizdiva.net/yodabedroom/yoda.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You know, this would be a lot more fun without Frank Oz&apos;s hand up my ass.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogthings.com/amazingyodasexlinegenerator/&quot;&gt;The Amazing Yoda Sex Line Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 08 Jun 2005 14:55:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>*yawn burp*</title>
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  <description>Hola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m totally into Cannabis. We&apos;re listening to the song over and over and over again. It&apos;s so kewl. Cannabis cannabis cannabis cannabis!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* Tomoz I&apos;m getting my piercing, at 4.30. Be with me, dudes. It&apos;s going to be hard. *kish*&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys, in if I die, remember to put stuff on my grave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 06 Jun 2005 14:31:17 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>hola peepz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh i&apos;m tired.. yep.. got black nails too..&lt;br /&gt;funny.. now i go see sincity. adios</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 29 May 2005 16:05:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i&apos;m tired..</title>
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  <description>Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning, 7 am:&lt;br /&gt;I wake up, and decide not to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 am:&lt;br /&gt;Erik calls and wants to go to the beach. I say no and sleep on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.45 am:&lt;br /&gt;Bob and Jimmy decides to wake me up, and I join them at the beach, giving Erik several rings in the process to try and organize to meet up with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.30: &lt;br /&gt;BEACH. I loooove the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(( Time period of relaxing and various wrestling sessions and stuff. Also teasing of Bob&apos;s sexual preferences. HAHA. This takes some time. During this period, Laura informs us that she&apos;s not coming to the beach anyway, and Erik joins us for a little minute..))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.45:&lt;br /&gt;I come home to take a shower and get dressed before Erik comes to pick me up at 16.30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.45: Erik&apos;s late! What a surprise.. Anyway, we went out and looked at different piercing studios, and bought some sandals for him, and talked to various people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.45: Home again to get ready for Ahmet&apos;s party. YAY! .. or not. I decided I was hungry after a day without food (this week has been foodless.. I can&apos;t eat for some reason. I think the reason is my mom.) and opened a little can of tuna, which decided it was time to destroy my day. I got bathed in Tunafish oil. Party clothes = not .. I solved the problem with grass-solution thingie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.30: Everybody to Lido Centro train to Ostia Antica to Ahmet&apos;s house. It starts to rain. Great.. BQ forever!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.30: Arrival. &lt;br /&gt;I start to drink on empty tummy. Smart. Smaaaart. I get really drunk. Really really drunk. At one point Erik shows up. Everything is sorta blurry. I go to the bathroom. I sit there, and then I think I start dreaming. When I wake up I&apos;m behind Ahmet&apos;s dad&apos;s car, throwing up. Shit. It got better after that. I went in to the garden, and fell asleep there. Nobody knew where I was anymore, and when I woke up I heard all the voices screaming my name, and making a fuss out of my cellphone number trying to call me. I joined them. &lt;br /&gt;Then we left. I don&apos;t know when. &lt;br /&gt;We took this long ride with the car, all over.. Ostia Antica, Acilia, Fiumicino, Ostia.. We went to Faber beach and I took a bath by myself in the moonlight while Diego, Erik, Andrea and Ally were watching and calling me crazy. That bath cleared my head up. &lt;br /&gt;Erik took us to Ally&apos;s house. Goodnight kiss. ^^* It was 5.30 in the morning. I have some seriously big .. empty spaces in my head.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hickey on my neck, where did that come from? Did I smoke? What did I smoke? How did I get drunk? As far as I remember, I only had 3 tequila shots, and 4 rum and pear.. I&apos;ve drunk more than that without problems. (It should be the empty stomach tho. But I&apos;m just not sure.)&lt;br /&gt;Where did we go on our little car trip? It lasted for at least 2 hours? &lt;br /&gt;How the hell did I end up in my fleece sweater, instead of my white top? Where *is* the white top?&lt;br /&gt;How did I get pizza all over my pants? &lt;br /&gt;I have a serie of bruises on my body too, that looks alien-inflicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent. At Ally&apos;s house, however, the bed I was supposed to sleep in was occupied. By the cousin. So I slept with Ally in her bed. At some point tho, the cousin left, and I slept in his bed. What? How did I end up in that bed, and where did the cousin go? O.o &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, the questions! I had fun tho, that&apos;s funny. I just want to say that I&apos;ll never drink again, but I won&apos;t say it. That would be a lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun all buggers.. My brain is officially a little bit more dead.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 26 May 2005 11:58:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>LMFAO</title>
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  <description>Enjoy your English while you can..... The European Commission has &lt;br /&gt;just announced an agreement whereby English will be the official &lt;br /&gt;language of the European Union rather than German, which was the &lt;br /&gt;other possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of the negotiations, Her Majesty&apos;s Government conceded that &lt;br /&gt;English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a &lt;br /&gt;5-year phase-in plan that would become known as &quot;Euro-English&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first year, &quot;s&quot; will replace the soft &quot;c&quot;. Sertainly, this &lt;br /&gt;will make the sivil servants jump with joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hard &quot;c&quot; will be dropped in favour of &quot;k&quot;. This should klear up &lt;br /&gt;konfusion, and keyboards kan have one less letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year when the &lt;br /&gt;troublesome &quot;ph&quot; will be replaced with &quot;f&quot;. This will make words &lt;br /&gt;like fotograf 20% shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 3rd year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be &lt;br /&gt;expekted to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are &lt;br /&gt;possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Governments will enkourage the removal of double letters which have &lt;br /&gt;always ben a deterent to akurate speling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, al wil agre that the horibl mes of the silent &quot;e&quot; in the &lt;br /&gt;languag is disgrasful and it should go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the 4th yer peopl wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing &lt;br /&gt;&quot;th&quot; with &quot;z&quot; and &quot;w&quot; with &quot;v&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During ze fifz yer, ze unesesary &quot;o&quot; kan be dropd from vords &lt;br /&gt;kontaining &quot;ou&quot; and after ziz fifz yer, ve vil hav a reil sensibl &lt;br /&gt;riten styl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zer vil be no mor trubl or difikultis and evrivun vil find it ezi &lt;br /&gt;tu understand ech oza. Ze drem of a united urop vil finali kum tru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If zis mad you smil, pleas pas on to oza pepl.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 26 May 2005 11:43:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>x Danny.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come capire se vostro figlio si fa le canne Dal famoso trattato &lt;br&gt;&quot;genitore &lt;br&gt;non farti infinocchiare da tuo figlio&quot; ecco una breve ma infallibile &lt;br&gt;guida &lt;br&gt;che permette di capire se vostro figlio si fa di maria: suggeriamo &lt;br&gt;innanzitutto l&apos;infallibile metodo empatico, che consiste nel provare a &lt;br&gt;sussurrare nel bel mezzo di un pranzo: &quot;Chi mi fa un filtro?&quot;, o in &lt;br&gt;prossimità del dolce &quot;Qualcuno vuole un pò di crema di marocchino?&quot; e &lt;br&gt;controllare le reazioni del soggetto. Altrimenti leggere di seguito.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se suo figlio presenta almeno quattro dei seguenti sintomi, lo consideri un &quot;fattone&quot;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;1.Vostro figlio mostra un improvviso attacco di pacifismo, spesso legato all&apos;abuso di reggae, di cappellini con la visiera e delle seguenti espressioni linguistiche: sto traumato, sto crepato, sto rovinato, sto da buttà.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;2.Vostro figlio rivela una inspiegabile fiammata ecologica, che si manifesta sotto forma di amore per i parchi, i funghi, l&apos;erba e le colture batteriche sui propri vestiti. Nei soggetti più gravi è possibile riscontrare la nascita di piante con foglie a cinque punte nei vasi del balcone.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;3.Vostro figlio torna a casa e senza togliersi la giacca, corre in cucina e si prepara una baguette con Nutella, speck e provola affumicata.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;4.Vostro figlio inizia una collezione di pipette.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;5.Vostro figlio si fa spedire a casa materiale informativo dal Ministero del Turismo Jamaicano. Vostro figlio vi da la buonanotte dicendo: &quot;Bellaaaaaa!&quot;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;6.Ogni tessera nel portafoglio di vostro figlio perde irrimediabilmente centimetri quadrati.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;7.Vostro figlio vi presta un accendino, voi l&apos;accendete e la fiamma annerisce il soffitto.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;8.Vostro figlio cerca di convincervi, indossando una maglietta crivellata, a votare Pannella alle prossime elezioni, pronunciando un monologo delirante infestato dai &quot;calcola&quot;, dai &quot;perchè cioè poi&quot; e concluso con &quot;in finale è così&quot;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;9.Vostro figlio si sveglia nel cuore della notte convinto di aver visto Berlusconi entrare dalla finestra per riprendersi l&apos;euroconvertitore. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;10.Durante i mondiali di calcio scoprite che vostro figlio intona fra i denti l&apos;inno nazionale olandese e progetta segretamente un viaggio in camper verso Amsterdam con almeno due amici dotati di soprannomi incomprensibili.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;11.Vostro figlio scoppia improvvisamente a ridere fino alle lacrime seduto sul divano, di fronte alla televisione spenta.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;12.Vostro figlio lascia ad essiccare al sole filamenti di banana.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;13.Vostro figlio si dichiara nell&apos;ordine: buddista, bonghista, &lt;br&gt;anarchico,&amp;nbsp;zapatista, rastaman, filo-palestinese, post punk, no global, recordman di Winning Eleven e a metà della lista si dimentica di cosa diavolo sta parlando. YO!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 18 May 2005 14:09:36 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Oook, Italians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddamnit, try to keep in some of that.. sluttiness. JEEEZES!&lt;br /&gt;*shudders*</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 17 May 2005 10:39:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Gratulerer med Dagen, Norway!! serious donimento.</title>
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  <description>Hoho, today the school was closed bc it was broken, more or less. &lt;br /&gt;So, as usual, we went to Ally&apos;s house. Serious donimento. Dana WORD : LJE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooh, so.. It&apos;s still up there in my head. We had the funniest discussion about muslims being born towards Mekka.. Like the hospitals being constructed towards Mekka? So the beds always would be pointing towards Mekka so the sick people didn&apos;t have to get outta bed to pray, they could just pray in the bed! &lt;br /&gt;And the moms could just.. plop their offspring outtowards Mekka just like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kewl... ^^*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&apos;s norways national day!! GRATULATIONS!  People sent me many messages today, and I had no idea what was going on, until I realized which day it was. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hope everything is ok and stuff. I&apos;m totally creamlyhappy. *kish*</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 09 May 2005 14:24:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>For Methy.</title>
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  <description>I think you&apos;re jealous because I have a life.&lt;br /&gt;I think you hate me because I don&apos;t love you.&lt;br /&gt;I think you should realize that the key to your happiness lies within you, and not within me. &lt;br /&gt;I think you should understand what friendship means.&lt;br /&gt;I think you would gain on trying to understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But basically, I think you&apos;d gain on growing up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;d think you&apos;d realize then what I want from you, and our friendship. &lt;br /&gt;If only you&apos;d not be selfish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve told you before, and I&apos;ll tell you again. I really appreciated our friendship alot. I took heart in talking to you. I loved you. I&apos;d love to have it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... But if you really don&apos;t want to, just let it go and hate me. I shall thrive with that too. Few things are better than fiery, passionate hatred.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 09 May 2005 08:33:24 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m the third wheel in my new threesome. -.- They just tell me I&apos;m a part of it to make me happy, and then they just ignore me. I knew it. O.O  *shakes fist* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fudge. I&apos;m just gonna go to my bro and eat turkish food. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next sat BEACH all.</description>
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  <lj:music>Chittechatter..</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 08 May 2005 16:26:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Mm!MMM!!MMM!M!M!M!M!</title>
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  <description>I just read Dana&apos;s lj, and it makes me completely !happy! that someone else I know &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;ALSO&lt;/span&gt; thinks life rocks.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
*drinks espresso* It&apos;s really good. I&apos;m a coffee drinker. I&apos;m probably
nastily unhealthy too. But do I care? No! Siggah, I miss your crazy
little fuck. I&apos;d be so happy if I could just have you here around me to
make me laugh till I piss my pants again. Hensi! I miss you just as
much as I miss the Siggster. I&apos;d cry if I saw you guys now. I&apos;d be
completely blisslified. Halfish. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;*sniffles*&lt;/span&gt;
How&apos;s the scar? ... Scars are nice. Oooo.. I&apos;d die if you came with
Hensi, and Sigg. I would. I&apos;d die, because I&apos;d be reaching Nirvana and
suchs. With your limitless sageness and creativity! I &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;*miss*&lt;/span&gt; You! I &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;
you guys. I miss Siri too, I was going to see her tomorrow, or rather I
was going to Milano tomorrow, but then It was cancelled, so I couldn&apos;t.
But I might go in June instead, we&apos;ll see won&apos;t we! I&apos;ve met some new
people too, Dana&apos;s friends, Roberto and Jimmy! Roberto is a really hot &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;*gay*&lt;/span&gt; person. That&apos;s sad, but ok. It&apos;s funny tho, how all the hots are gay.. Loris.. Renato.. Robe.. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;*coughs*&lt;/span&gt; And then there&apos;s Jimmy, from Minnesota who loves to tease me when I pronounce english words wrong. But what can I do? I&apos;m&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; norwegian&lt;/span&gt;, for heaven&apos;s sake. Jimmy is really cute, and he&apos;s originally &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;danish&lt;/span&gt;! Wee! &lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;Beer rocks!&lt;/span&gt;
Yesterday Mom called, and she wanted to know if it was ok for me if
Bettina came along to visit?! Of course I said yes! That&apos;s going to be
so nice, I&apos;ve missed her tons, and it was one of the best surprises
I&apos;ve ever had! But... There&apos;s a downside to it all.. My mom and her
parents had been drinking wine when they called.. They always get a
little bit strange when they drink together.. So maybe it was just a
suggestion of the moment and not really true? I hope not.. &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Anyhow,
yesterday I also talked with my little brother! The middle one. I have
three. They&apos;re all younger than me. Anyway, I talked to him, but I
didn&apos;t understand who he was.. =( His voice has changed, and it just
wasn&apos;t him anymore.. Not my little brother, but a big one instead.. It
scared the fucking shit out of me. And he&apos;s been growing too, both of
my two oldest little brothers! They&apos;re both around 1.86 m, and that&apos;s
like 20 centimeters taller than me.. And one of them was shorter than
me when I left.. I&apos;m allowed to be nervous to see them again, they&apos;ve
become giants.&lt;/span&gt; O.o It&apos;s funny too, how the women in my family never get tall, and the men just shoot up like magic beansprouts. 

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&lt;br&gt;
Anyway, I&apos;m out to go call Siri. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Justin, be happy, I&apos;m thinking about you! You too, Dustin!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3!&lt;/span&gt; 

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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;Italia, all my new friends, for the upcoming loss we&apos;ll all suffer and for all of you people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;I love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;
You&apos;re alive, but times
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;They change. 
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Everything is rearranged. 
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Summer moves on, and nothing can stop these tears from falling. 

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Love is deep, love is wide,
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I&apos;m still here by your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Let it all rain down on me.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I&apos;ll always be by your side,
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;holding you close, holding you tight.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Peace always, Pling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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  <pubDate>Sat, 07 May 2005 09:11:07 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Hm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for all the nasty things I&apos;ve ever written to people in general, in this LiveJournal. &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m sorry. It was/is an impolite and not very educated thing to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy, right, you&apos;ve all understood that? I&apos;m really freaking happy.&lt;br /&gt;Just in this moment, I&apos;m having a temporary 2 hour long depression. I&apos;m upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat. I suck, you know it, let me go, because you&apos;ll end up lousy if you don&apos;t. Holding onto me is like holding onto a sinking ship for no reason whatsoever. Mk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake. I love you hon, you know I do. Just try to be happy. (Don&apos;t just block me on msn like that dude..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin!! - *squeezes* You too, be happy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I&apos;ve gotten over my depression, and I&apos;m ready to write a mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*waves and poofs*</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2005 10:43:27 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Hry guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonardo just told me that I can&apos;t use the computer, only on fridays.. Which means once a week.&lt;br /&gt;So, I won&apos;t be seeing you guys that often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you loads, M.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2005 08:24:04 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Howdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days ago my eyes unexpectedly turned from dark brown to green. Fuck them eyes. I wish they&apos;d stay green.&lt;br /&gt;Ally is my witness tho. She was the one who noticed it. They were bright green. We, ufortunately, didn&apos;t have a camera.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho. So, now I&apos;ve got this Japanese girl living with me and stuff. She&apos;s really cute. Yuca is her name, and her dad produces all the animation in Japan or something like that.. ^^* It&apos;s freaking awesome. Whereever I bring her, everyone starts singing song-themes from different Japanese cartoons and manga and all that crap which I really don&apos;t have any clue about, and she sings merrily back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we got her drunk. We didn&apos;t really need much, just half a glass of white wine.. *coughs* She sang all night. I was the one who had to bring her home tho, nobody really thought about that.. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I swear.. my eyes are cursed to change colour once a year... it happened last year too...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Mia dumped Rich yesterday. *hangs in the air*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All over, I&apos;m pretty happy. I hope you guys are too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half, din sjuking! Takk for alle meldingene, idag kjoeper jeg ny ladning til mobben, saa kan jeg *faktisk* svare!! ^^*&lt;br /&gt;LOVES!</description>
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  <lj:music>Yuca hums smething..</lj:music>
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