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  <title>I'm lying to myself and this dagger's my excuse</title>
  <subtitle>I buried myself alive on the inside, so I could shut you out</subtitle>
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    <name>Caramel</name>
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  <updated>2007-07-21T15:31:02Z</updated>
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    <title>caramel_torture @ 2007-07-21T16:30:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-21T15:31:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-21T15:31:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.crossroadsfilms.com/crossroads/directors/hurwit/video-hu/coke_lime.html"&gt;http://www.crossroadsfilms.com/crossroads/directors/hurwit/video-hu/coke_lime.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what I found!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:caramel_torture:54915</id>
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    <title>caramel_torture @ 2007-07-05T22:29:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-05T21:29:42Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-05T21:29:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;I walked around my good intentions&lt;br /&gt;And realised I had none...&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:caramel_torture:54703</id>
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    <title>caramel_torture @ 2007-06-14T11:15:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-14T10:16:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-14T10:16:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Your Score: &lt;span&gt;Clark Gable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You scored 38% Tough, 33% Roguish, 4% Friendly, and 23% Charming!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/users/850/490/8504912322575776397/mt1124722649.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You're a helluva guy and a bit of an enigma. You're a man's man, tough talking and ready for anything, and you make the ladies swoon with your rakish ways. You're equally admired by both men and women alike, drinking other men under the table all the while charming the socks off half a dozen lovelies. You're a commanding presence, and you know how to get what - and who - you want when you want it. You're drawn to women who, like you, are savvy enough to deal with the world on their own terms. You work well with spitfires. Leading ladies include Joan Crawford, Myrna Loy, and Jean Harlow. No damsels in distress for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Find out what kind of classic dame you'd make by taking the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=4621123663119520922"&gt;Classic Dames Test&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=8651547809586515731"&gt;The Classic Leading Man Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=gidgetgoes"&gt;gidgetgoes&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;OkCupid Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test"&gt;The Dating Persona Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:caramel_torture:54356</id>
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    <title>caramel_torture @ 2007-06-05T20:40:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-05T19:52:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-05T19:52:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Woah, haven't been on here for an age...and yet, still not much to report. Does anyone else feel like they've been doing exams *forever*? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psych: fine, Bio: Unit 1 was a bit questionable but Unit 2 was fine. And I've got my 100% in my coursework to fall back on if all else fails. I reckon if I get a B &lt;strike&gt;or less&lt;/strike&gt; I'll redo Module 1 next year and hopefully do better. Spanish tomorrow, which won't be a problem as long as I learn my verb endings by tomorrow morning which we'll be fine seeing as I've apparently given up on Chemistry. Well, my brain has, I would like to keep going and revising manically until tomorrow afternoon, but I can't because there's a Spanish exam in the way and my head just simply won't. let. me. &lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Chemistry is going to be a bummer. The most depressing thing is that I've actually tried really hard, harder than I did at GCSEs and I know it's all going to be for nothing. I think I told you guys about that time when we did the mock and I got an E and then revised really hard for the resit and still got an E. It's gonna be like that all over again. To be honest, I'd actually prefer doing fuck all and getting a shit grade then tryins so fucking hard and still being disappointed. *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's my two cents worth for exams. I know it's obscenely boring for all of you to read, but to be fair most of you probably won't read this anyway.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff" size="7"&gt;SEX!!!!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that'll grab somebody's attention....umm, like I said, not much to report....dyed my hair again: purple. Yep, I thought I'd go back there. Ooh, and more piercings: 2 more on my right ear, so totalling 5 and two scaffolds through my left ear - my own Phinneas Gage experience. Yeah, I pay too much attention to Psychology, I know. Neither my dad or his gf have noticed yet. But my mother is yet to see me, so next Wednesday we'll see how that goes. With any luck she'll pass out from the sight of two metal bars through my ear and will knock her head and develop short term amnesia and not kill me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>caramel_torture @ 2007-06-04T17:17:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-04T16:18:16Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-04T16:18:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;em&gt;In this farewell &lt;br /&gt;There’s no blood &lt;br /&gt;There’s no alibi &lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’ve drawn regret &lt;br /&gt;From the truth &lt;br /&gt;Of a thousand lies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let mercy come &lt;br /&gt;And wash away &lt;br /&gt;What I’ve done &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content>
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    <title>My band!</title>
    <published>2007-05-22T21:20:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-22T21:20:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Heya, if you guys are interested, this is what Godge Codge students get up to when they're bored:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="1" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:caramel_torture:52816</id>
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    <title>QOTDs</title>
    <published>2007-03-15T22:38:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-15T22:38:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Me: I don't believe in violence&lt;br /&gt;Ellie: Yeah, just like you don't believe in sex before marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Innit, man&lt;br /&gt;Me:No, actually it's out it&lt;br /&gt;Ellie: Let's make a compromise: it's around it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie is like my qotd whore, it's great&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:caramel_torture:52732</id>
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    <title>caramel_torture @ 2007-03-09T17:00:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-09T17:06:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-09T17:06:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So this is me updating. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the drunkest I've ever been in my life last Friday and Hugh, who wasn't even fucking there at the time, has had a lot fun this week telling me about all the shit that I got up to that I don't even remember. In my defence, I reckon it was quite good going that I managed to knock down two cans of beer, a whole bottle of whiskey, a litre of vodka and countless fags before I started puking. But still.....eurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon any minute now I'm gonna get a D1. At Godalming, it's three strikes and you're out. D1 is the first strike. I've been bunking far too many lessons, so I got better, and only bunked core, only core is taught by the vice principle so everytime I don't turn up, I get a phonecall home. Which is fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm...got A and 100% in my Psychology January AS module. No idea how I did that. I should be more pleased than I am, as at the minute I'm not bothered at all, but I'm really not and I'm not entirely sure why, but meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's that.</content>
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    <title>caramel_torture @ 2007-01-27T12:32:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-27T12:38:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-27T12:38:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">In a fight Thursday night. Some skets made some comments about Sarah and Jessica and I flipped. It was probably mostly the drink going for it, but I made good contact with one and missed the other and hit a wall instead. And my hand is all fucked up now. Ow. I had to tell my mum that I punched the wall in my bedroom to stop her thinking I was self-harming. Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at my mum's this weekend, and all I&amp;nbsp;can think about is how glad I am I don't live here anymore. It's not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a very good week, this week, though. Am happy. But broke. I have £20 to cover getting to and from college, food and anything else really till about&amp;nbsp;half way through February now. And it's all Kate's fault. Silly woman. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've noticed that although I've updated quite a lot this week. I haven't actually said very much. Oh well...</content>
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    <title>caramel_torture @ 2007-01-25T17:16:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-25T17:17:31Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-25T17:17:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">No power cuts this week. *pout*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my cat's on meth...</content>
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    <title>caramel_torture @ 2007-01-23T21:12:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-24T21:13:42Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-24T21:13:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;150 days remain until summer. When summer is ended there are only 90 days left in the year. Alas.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>QOTD and then some</title>
    <published>2007-01-18T17:26:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-18T17:26:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">*after reading a chemistry worksheet*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie: Homolytic fission...is that, like, slang for gay sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was in the library at lunch and the whole college suddenly lost power. So I mosied on down to the canteen and after a while we were told to go home because college had been closed. So the enitre population of Godge&amp;nbsp;Codge&amp;nbsp;tried leaving at exactly the same time. Basically, that means roughly 2000 students trying to squeeze onto a very narrow pavement on a far too steep hill next to the main road. Some jerks at the front of the mob kept stopping every 100 yards and started chanting 'You ain't goin' nowhere!'. Almost got into a fight with one of the bastards who pushed right past me into a wall, which was incredibly not on, which I told him in no explicit terms, and he was about to get all rude boy to me when one of his mates dragged him off saying, 'Nah mate, you can't fight a chick'. I wasn't sure whether to be insulted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, by the time we get to the bottom of Mount Doom evryone's saying that all the trains have been cancelled cos there's fallen trees all over the line. So we're in a bit of pickle considering Godalming is in the middle of nowhere and there are no buses running either and the taxis seemed to have pulled a neat disappearing trick. Just as we were about to start walking the 6 miles back to Guildford, some huge people carrier thing turns up looking for my friend Sophie. Turns out her amazing mother ordered a taxi for her, so we chavved a ride off her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the end of it. We pull into Guildford only to discover there are no trains running to or &amp;nbsp;from Guildford either. So we run back after the taxi and manage to persuade the guy to drop us off at my friend Clemmy's house. Only before we get to her house there's a fucking tree in the middle of her street. So we get out the taxi, climb *through* the tree as Clemmy says, rather forlornly but to my great amusement, "Oh, I used to know that tree..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to her house. Oh. My. Fucking. God. I have never seen such a fucking big house in my entire life!!! It's at least three times the size of Holly's. (Holly has the biggest house of anyone I know, so her house is always used as a basis for comparison). But, seriously. They have *themed* rooms. *Themed*. They have a Venetian room, an African room, a New York room. Plus a garage the size of my house, a garden the size of the Burntwood tennis courts, two TV rooms, 8 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, dining room, utility room, kitchen, concrete terrace and balcony and&amp;nbsp;the most amazing view of the downs ever. And a labrador called Georgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus.</content>
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    <title>caramel_torture @ 2006-12-29T22:32:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-29T22:32:31Z</published>
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    <content type="html">eats: shoots and leaves</content>
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    <title>caramel_torture @ 2006-12-22T20:04:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-22T20:10:29Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Me and Stuart went to the pub today after work and I had a really good time. It was just....nice. Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still don't feel Chrismassy. Despite blasting Bing Crosby and Slade out the computer so loudly I'm sure people in London can hear it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Devon tomorrow. If I'm lucky I can bury myself away doing the revising thing with a constant supply of beer. Which would be nice. And then back on the 29th to be whatever and then thoroughly trash myself on New Year's Eve. I know you guys wanted to do the restaurant thing and I'm all up for that, but I'll be buggered (both metaphorically and literally if I get the chance) if I'm not going to get completely smashed. It is the one year of the night I can dress as a slut, get shit-faced, kiss as many ppl as I like at midnight and get away with it. Oh, and feed someone grapes. Just because.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, that is me till the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was good. I loved work, and I didn't even mind having to get up at 5.30 this morning to go in. S'all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everybody!!!</content>
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    <title>Oi!!</title>
    <published>2006-12-20T19:03:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-20T19:03:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hello all you sexy ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been so good. I love my job. The people there are amazing. Eight hours just flies by so fucking quickly and I'm always shattered at the end of it but I love doing it. It's great. Everyone who works there comes from strange European lands but cos a lot of them speak Spanish, we all speak it to each other, even my Lithuanian team leader, which is very cool!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so love being able to flip between two languages. It's amazing. I used to think it was just a pointless waste of time, but it's not. Don't get me wrong, french was the biggest waste of time and most pointless subject ever, but Spanish is a-frickin-mazing!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But working with bagels is a risky business; I have been forced to wear three bright blue plasters on my finger where I've cut myself with the stupid knife. And I've completely gotten over my phobia of cream cheese, which is always a plus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only girl on my team and when I started it was really hard trying to remember everything that I have to ask the customers about things, so I discovered that if I started flirting with all the customers, it's a lot easier and they don't care if I take a bit longer to make a Club. Only my Manager Stuart&amp;nbsp;kind of overheard me with one of the cute business men from the third floor, but then just said if it worked for me then that's fine. Which is fun...in a wierd way. But I managed to turn on 'Gay Pablo My Favourite Type of Bagel is Onion' aswell, which is a major acheivement, so I'm very smug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a very happy time when I'm there, and it's so true when they say that it's the people that make the place you work in. It's just so happy. And they have a Chili song that they all burst into in their strange accents when we run out of Chili con Carne and I just spend my whole day smiling because it's all so much fun and I'm so in love with everyone there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's this one guy, Cuoco, who has a tongue piercing and the sexiest tatt on his elbow of a spider web and I'm in so much love it's ridiculous. And Ithink he might like me too, so I'm gonna try flirting a bit more and see what happens. *shrugs* You never know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure this is all incredibly dull but I just needed to squee because it's so good. And I love it.</content>
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    <title>caramel_torture @ 2006-12-06T17:19:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-06T17:19:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-06T17:19:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've just wathced a programme about people who are youg, sexy and rich and am now thoroughly depressed that I am only one of those things. *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaista called me last night and I had a very sexy conversation with her about life, the universe and everything (turns out its 42) and then suddenly had a craving for champagne. Because Shaista has that affect on people. So I split a bottle con mi padre and then decided that I'd really rather have ribena. And I'm talking crap. Shaista! Look what you've done to me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this house. You can hear when people are moving around in the house next door and it sounds like there are people upstairs and it's incredibly offputting. Bunked double chemistry this afternoon, mainly because I don't get it, which just depresses me, but also because Godge Codge just had a strange.....false atmosphere today. That doesn't make much sense, but hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have found a new love!! I am now over my Psychology teacher and&amp;nbsp;I "broke up" with Robbie and am now infatuated with Joe. He's so pretty and lovely and just a genuinely nice person and he has the sexiest arms you have ever seen in your LIFE!! I'm not kidding, they are teh sex. And he's so not the type I'd normally go for, but he's just so magic. *squees* But I'm pretty sure he doesn't like me that way, so I'll just have to admire him from a distance and try to stop myself from biting his arms which I have done 3 times too often. I think I might be scaring him. I think I'm scaring myself. But he's just so lovely and oooooh, and normally I'm quite confident and sassy and all that, especially around someone sexy, but he just leaves me wordless. Which is a sign. Although of what I'm not quite sure. Probably brain damage. But still...so pretty.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would now like to apologise for my squeeing and general girly wooing over this man. It was a temporary lapse and will not happen again. Because I am a bad hypocritcal thing for mushing over this dude when I've told everyone else to shut up already about their men. Now I am going to see whether there is actually someone in my house or if it's the people next door who are smashing things far too loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and goodnight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: I've just realised it's half five and so its techincally not night. But still. Ooh, a cat...</content>
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    <title>Circus skills</title>
    <published>2006-12-05T14:46:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-05T14:50:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I got locked in the storage cupboard with Tom, Tom and Tom today. Honestly, you think parents would be more creative with the names they give their children...and now I'm tired and I have the faint aroma of locusts about me. Nice. Anyhoo... 

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&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/caramel_torture/pic/0000258r/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="180" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/caramel_torture/pic/0000258r/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is Amy with her flourescent poi... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/caramel_torture/pic/00003agg/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="180" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/caramel_torture/pic/00003agg/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Adam with his balls. Juggling balls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/caramel_torture/pic/00004p7r/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="180" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/caramel_torture/pic/00004p7r/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Adam with his glow in the dark juggling balls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/caramel_torture/pic/00005e0x/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/caramel_torture/pic/00005e0x/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mike with his fire poi. Being sexy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/caramel_torture/pic/000070wg/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="180" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/caramel_torture/pic/000070wg/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mike with his fire poi. Showing off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/caramel_torture/pic/00008khb/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="180" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/caramel_torture/pic/00008khb/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is him walking backwards whilst poiing, (I don't think that's a word) just because he can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/caramel_torture/pic/00009p7r/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="180" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/caramel_torture/pic/00009p7r/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is the only picture of me I'm allowing you to see. Because it makes me look good and you can't tell it's me. It looks really impressive, but that was just me waving my arms about manically. So it's not that impressive, really. But don't tell anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/caramel_torture/pic/0000agxc/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/caramel_torture/pic/0000agxc/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jonathan. The only one among us &lt;strikethrough&gt;&lt;/strikethrough&gt;&lt;strike&gt;stupid&lt;/strike&gt; brave enough to juggle with fire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/caramel_torture/pic/0000bh32/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="180" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/caramel_torture/pic/0000bh32/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is my Fred. My darling Fred. He's magic, even if you can't see him... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/caramel_torture/pic/0000crk7/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/caramel_torture/pic/0000crk7/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Although you can't actually see his face, take my word for it that this is Jamie, the master of all things poi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/caramel_torture/pic/0000dq5x/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/caramel_torture/pic/0000dq5x/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jamie showing off by poiing behind his back. When he was practicing, he actually set his butt alight. True story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/caramel_torture/pic/0000ebet/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/caramel_torture/pic/0000ebet/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, in this shot, I got a bit carried away with dousing Jamie's fire staff in paraffin so he almost got eaten alive by flames. My bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/caramel_torture/pic/0000fww8/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/caramel_torture/pic/0000fww8/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lastly, a picture of all of us. From left to right: the Mayor's wife, Fred, Jamie, Amy, Adam, Jonathan and Mike. And I'm the one holding the camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get any pics of Adam on his unicycle or doing is escape artist trick which is a bit rubbish, but hey, I thought you guys might like to see...</content>
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    <title>caramel_torture @ 2006-11-27T19:49:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-27T19:49:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-27T19:49:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So Scissor Sisters was *the* sex, but I'm not going to go on about it because I know people are getting irritated with me. But ooh so pretty...*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I found out my Psych mock is next Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dies*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:caramel_torture:49483</id>
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    <title>caramel_torture @ 2006-11-22T19:51:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-22T19:51:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-22T19:51:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Don't you just love it when the cashier at Sainsbury's gives you the strangest look because all you're buying is deodarant and a cucumber?</content>
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    <title>caramel_torture @ 2006-10-18T14:35:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-18T13:37:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-18T13:37:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today I had a languages conference which was really an advertisement for Surrey University in disguise. And afterwards I went to Starbucks and The Friary with a bunch of girls from my Spanish class. They're all beautiful, thin and blonde, but the thing that struck me most was how...mature they were. I don't know. It was just a strange experience.</content>
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    <title>Good Day</title>
    <published>2006-10-09T15:39:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-09T15:40:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay, so today was a *good day*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rag week started today so I got to dress up as a slutty schoolgirl which was *oh* so much fun. I should dress up as a whore more often; guys hormones are hilarious! Tomorrow's theme is cowboys and indians, then pirates and sailors, then bedtime and finally colour! So I can be a slut all week! Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freshers tomorrow, which I'm really looking forward to because I have *the* outfit to die for, check it out: &lt;a href="http://www.halloweenexpress.com/black-rose-fairy-adult-costume-p-3947.html"&gt;sex sex sex&lt;/a&gt;. Fred's going as James Bond, Patch as a fireman, Ellie is going as some punk singer from the Distillers and I think Joe said he was going as a boxer, but I really don't see that happening and Els is going as Blondie which I think is genius! In case you hadn't already guessed, the theme is anything beginning with 'F' and 'B'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was probably incredibly boring but I don't care! Freshers tomorrow!!! *bounces*</content>
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    <title>caramel_torture @ 2006-10-03T16:38:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-03T15:39:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-03T15:39:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If anyone's interested, my grandfather's book is now out on paperback...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Willingness-Die-Brian-Kingcome/dp/0752440241"&gt;http://www.amazon.co.uk/Willingness-Die-Brian-Kingcome/dp/0752440241&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:caramel_torture:46835</id>
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    <title>caramel_torture @ 2006-10-03T14:43:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-03T13:56:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-03T13:56:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Body: Level One&lt;br /&gt;(x) Smoked A Cigarette&lt;br /&gt;(x) Smoked A Cigar&lt;br /&gt;(x) Smoked Weed&lt;br /&gt;(x) Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex &lt;br /&gt;(x) Drank Alcohol &lt;br /&gt;SO FAR = 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Are / Been In Love&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Dumped &lt;br /&gt;(x) Shoplifted &lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Fired&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been In A Fist Fight&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR = 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Snuck Out Of A Parent's House&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had Feelings For Someone Who Didn't Have Them Back &lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Arrested&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made Out With A Stranger &lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone Out On A Blind Date&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR = 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had A Crush On An Older Person &lt;br /&gt;(x) Skipped School&lt;br /&gt;( ) Slept With A Co-worker&lt;br /&gt;(x) Seen Someone / Something Die &lt;br /&gt;SO FAR = 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 5&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had / Have A Crush On One Of Your MYSPACE Friends&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been To Paris&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been To Spain&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been On A Plane &lt;br /&gt;( ) Thrown Up From Drinking&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR = 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 6&lt;br /&gt;(x) Eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;( ) Met Someone BECAUSE Of Myspace &lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Mosh Pitting&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR = 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 7&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been In An Abusive Relationship &lt;br /&gt;(x) Taken Pain Killers &lt;br /&gt;(x) Love(d) or really liked Someone Who You Can't Have &lt;br /&gt;(x) Laid On Your Back And Watched Cloud Shapes Go By &lt;br /&gt;( ) Made A Snow Angel&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR = 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 8&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had A Tea Party&lt;br /&gt;(x) Flown A Kite &lt;br /&gt;(x) Built A Sand Castle&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone Puddle Jumping&lt;br /&gt;(x) Played Dress Up&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR = 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 9&lt;br /&gt;( ) Jumped Into A Pile Of Leaves&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone Sledding &lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheated While Playing A Game&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Lonely&lt;br /&gt;( ) Fallen Asleep At Work / School&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR = 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 10&lt;br /&gt;(x) Used A Fake / Someone Else's ID&lt;br /&gt;(x) Watched The Sun Set&lt;br /&gt;( ) Felt An Earthquake&lt;br /&gt;( ) Killed A Snake&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR = 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 11&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Tickled&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Robbed / Vandalized &lt;br /&gt;(x) Robbed Someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;(x) Pet A Deer&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR = 35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 12&lt;br /&gt;(x) Won A Contest &lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Suspended From School&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had Detention &lt;br /&gt;(x) Been In A Car / Motorcycle Accident&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR = 38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 13&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had / Have Braces&lt;br /&gt;(x) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night &lt;br /&gt;(x) had deja vu &lt;br /&gt;( ) danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR = 40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 14&lt;br /&gt;(x) Hated The Way You Look&lt;br /&gt;(x) Witnessed A Crime&lt;br /&gt;(x) Pole Danced&lt;br /&gt;( ) Questioned Your Heart&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been obsessed with post-it-notes &lt;br /&gt;SO FAR = 44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 15&lt;br /&gt;( ) Squished Barefoot Through The Mud&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Lost&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been To The Opposite Side Of The World&lt;br /&gt;(x) Swam In The Ocean / Gulf&lt;br /&gt;(x) Felt Like You Were Dying &lt;br /&gt;SO FAR = 47&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 16&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cried Yourself To Sleep &lt;br /&gt;(x) Played Cops And Robbers&lt;br /&gt;( ) Recently Colored With Crayons / Colored Pencils / Markers&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sang Karaoke&lt;br /&gt;(x) Paid For A Meal With Only Coins&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR = 50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 17&lt;br /&gt;(x) Done Something You Told Yourself You Wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made Prank Phone Calls &lt;br /&gt;( ) Laughed Until Some Kind Of Beverage Came Out Of Your Nose&lt;br /&gt;(x) Kissed In The Rain &lt;br /&gt;SO FAR = 53&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 18&lt;br /&gt;( ) Written A Letter To Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Kissed Under A Mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;(x) Watched The Sun Set With Someone You Care / Cared About&lt;br /&gt;(x) Blown Bubbles&lt;br /&gt;( ) Made A Bonfire On The Beach&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR = 56&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 19&lt;br /&gt;(x) Crashed A Party&lt;br /&gt;(x) Have Travelled More Than 5 Days With A Car Full Of People &lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone Rollerskating / Blading &lt;br /&gt;( ) Had A Wish Come True&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Humped by A Monkey&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR = 59&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 20&lt;br /&gt;(x) Worn Pearls &lt;br /&gt;(x) Jumped Off A Bridge&lt;br /&gt;(x) Screamed "Penis"&lt;br /&gt;(x) Swam With Dolphins&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR = 63&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 22&lt;br /&gt;( ) Got Your Tongue Stuck To A Pole / Freezer / Ice Cube &lt;br /&gt;(x) Kissed A Fish&lt;br /&gt;(x) Worn The Opposite Sex's Clothes&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sat On A Roof Top&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR = 66&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 23&lt;br /&gt;(x) Screamed At The Top Of Your Lungs&lt;br /&gt;( ) Done / Attempted A One-Handed Cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;(x) Talked On The Phone For More Than 6 Hours &lt;br /&gt;(x) Stayed Up All Night&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR = 69&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 24&lt;br /&gt;(x) Picked And Ate An Apple Right Off The Tree &lt;br /&gt;(x) Climbed A Tree &lt;br /&gt;(x) Had / Been In A Tree House&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been scared To Watch Scary Movies Alone&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR= 72&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 25&lt;br /&gt;( ) Believe/believed In Ghosts&lt;br /&gt;( ) Have / Had More Then 30 Pairs Of Shoes in your life&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone Streaking&lt;br /&gt;(x) Jail / Visit&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR = 74&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 26&lt;br /&gt;( ) Played Chicken&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Pushed Into A Pool With All Your Clothes On&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Told You're Hot By A Complete Stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) Broken A Bone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Easily Amused&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR = 77&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 27&lt;br /&gt;(x) Caught A Fish Then Ate It&lt;br /&gt;( ) Made A Porn Video &lt;br /&gt;( ) Caught A Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laughed So Hard You Cried&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cried So Hard You Laughed&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR = 79&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 28&lt;br /&gt;(x) Mooned / Flashed Someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had Someone Moon / Flash You&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheated On A Test&lt;br /&gt;(x) Forgotten Someone's Name&lt;br /&gt;(x) Slept Naked&lt;br /&gt;( ) French Braided Someones Hair&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone Skinny Dippin In A Pool&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Kicked Out Of Your House&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR = 86&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 29&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rode A Roller Coaster&lt;br /&gt;(x) Went Scuba-Diving / Snorkeling &lt;br /&gt;( ) Had A Cavity&lt;br /&gt;( ) Black-Mailed Someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Black Mailed&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR = 89&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 31&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Used&lt;br /&gt;(x) Fell Going Up The Stairs&lt;br /&gt;( ) Licked A Cat&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bitten Someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Licked Someone&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR = 93&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 32&lt;br /&gt;(x) been shot at (including paintball/waterguns)&lt;br /&gt;(x) had sex in the rain/on a rainy night&lt;br /&gt;(x) flattened someone's tires&lt;br /&gt;( ) Rode your car until the gas light came on&lt;br /&gt;( ) got five dollars or less worth of gas&lt;br /&gt;So Far = 96</content>
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    <title>caramel_torture @ 2006-09-29T18:22:00</title>
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