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    <title>emofriendly @ 2005-05-17T17:52:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-17T22:52:33Z</published>
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    <lj:music>the rasmus *funeral song*</lj:music>
    <content type="html">hey i left this user name because i got totally rejected by cool ppl. it's now temptation666 so go there if u wanna see me anymore online. see ya bye. :( P.S. i hate life!!!!!!!!!!!! f this shit! i'm not worthy anymore....</content>
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    <title>promoting ohoh scenesters</title>
    <published>2005-05-17T00:23:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-17T00:23:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>my chemical romance</lj:music>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:emofriendly:1442</id>
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    <title>my novel: Crimson Beauty</title>
    <published>2005-05-14T02:01:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-14T02:01:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>not gonna get us *T.A.T.U*</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i'm writing a book called crimson beauty. this is dated to the 1200 midevil ages. so yah just to let u know. ok i'm only going to post the first cahp up on this post then i'll do more chaps for yah latter. this was all for nicole. (shes a lazy reader!) lol. so here u go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leapt to my feet in anger, “No! Not again! I wont let you torment me no longer!” I had yelled into the dark abyss of an entryway. I could feel my heart turn into black stone when I stepped further into the dark keep that was owned by my family for generations. The castle lay in a deep forest of dying and pitiful trees. The villagers knew this castle as the shadow keep, because of its black granite walls and black marble floors it cast a hypnotizing and chilling shadow over the village. This magnificent castle was full of dark secrets and royal romance. This castle has now fallen upon me, left to me from the will of my dead father. But as a child growing up, never knowing my mother, I would sit beside my father on the throne watching as the villagers would come in one by one explaining their troubles and news of the kingdom. My father would just tell them, “The valley of Abristle has heard your troubles and wishes you blessings instead of darkness.” &lt;br /&gt;  I never really understood what my father meant by which he said but every time he would recite this speech to the villagers they would leave the castle with a smile and glowing eyes. That was who my father was, a kind, loving, blessed king. But he had failed to raise me. As a young girl I would roam around the castle courtyards in black silk gowns that caressed my figure. I was proud of my blossoming beauty when I was of the age of fourteen, the men who were the knights beginning of the age of sixteen would normally sit in the court yard watching me dance and pick the crimson colored roses. Sometimes I would go up to them and sit beside them and do nothing but flirt and fancy them. &lt;br /&gt;   But there was another man in the courtyard who was not a knight or of royal blood. He was my father’s adviser, tall and slim. He would always wear dark cloaks with hoods on top of black silk shirts and black tights with dark leather boots. His hair was long and straight, black as ebony. His eyes burned a dark green full of passion and desire. His name was Seirlus, which in Latin meant the feared.&lt;br /&gt;   My father did not know of me being the temptress I was. So he did not mind me wearing such flourishing dresses. But Seirlus took notice and liked the fact that I was rebellious and fearless. He would often ask me to sing for him in the courtyard and watch me dance with my silk gowns flowing tightly around my figure. He was of the age of eighteen and loved the fact that I was young and more beautiful than the other women of the castle. He would tell me, “your more elegant than any of the fine roses that surround us.” I’d usually blush and giggle thinking that he was only flattering me because I was the princess. But I had never known his true intentions until recently when my father died, four years later. When my father died Seirlus took possession of everything. The kingdom, the village, the servants, the army, and most of all me!    &lt;br /&gt;  But that was then and now Seirlus had only selected a few servants and sent the rest home, same with the knights. I was alone. In the entryway I was making my way up the black marble staircase. I could feel as if Seirlus was right behind me. In anger and fear I yelled, “no! Not again! I wont let you torment me no longer!” My voice echoed through the dark abyss in the entryway. When I had reached the top my mind had wondered into thoughts of retreating into my bedchamber. So I gave in and headed down the hallway. The torches were dim and the castle that was once bright and elegant was now dark and musty.  It was hard to see where I was going or who was following me. When I had reached my chamber I pulled out the key that was hung around my neck and unlocked the door. I opened the door walked into the chamber and slammed the door behind me. I then locked it carefully and hung the key around my neck again. &lt;br /&gt;  I walked slowly over to my wardrobe and looked through the black and dark green gowns. I came upon my thin-laced black dress. I put it on and lit the candles in my chamber. I then walked and sat at my bureau I had set out a bowl full of rose oil to soak my hair in. I leaned over and soaked my fine brown hair until my hair was covered with the scented oil. Then ringed my hair until all the excess water was out. I picked up my brush and started slowly brushing. As I was grooming I noticed something was missing from my jewelry case. My rosary was gone. I stopped brushing and listened in fear for I could hear another breath besides my own. My eyes widened as I saw in the mirror a reflection of a tall shadowy figure slowly walking towards me. I slowly opened the second drawer of my bureau about a few inches and I began brushing again. This time my eyes were set on the figure in the mirror. The figure seemed to be a tall dark man, no doubt cloaked. Then the thought of Seirlus came into my mind and my heart raced. &lt;br /&gt;When the figure was no more than a foot away I quickly reached into the drawer and pulled out my silver dagger. I twirled around my chair and stood pointing the blade at the figure. I heard a muffled laughter that was accompanied by words, “ha! Do you even know your own mother Rianna?” &lt;br /&gt;  I stood in shock as what I thought was a man turned out to be an older woman. She removed her hood and cloak to reveal her beauty. She had long fine brown hair like mine, and dark green eyes that burned like mine. She was tall and fine figured; she didn’t look old at all! Like an immortal she had a certain glow and radiance. She looked astonishingly like me, but I had a since that her beauty was not the only gift we both possessed.         &lt;br /&gt;    “Mother? Is that really you? No it can’t be she died when I was young!” I rejected. She then lifted her hand to show what she had in it. It was my rosary, the one my father gave me when I was of the age of six. He said it was my mothers that she left behind for me when she left this world. The rosary was very beautiful; it shimmered in the candle light with its rose-colored crystals and golden cross. “Where do you think you got this piece of heaven, from your father? No, from me.” She hissed with her eyes burning like the highest candle flame. Even though her gesture towards me was friendly something about her scared me deep inside. I reached out to retrieve it but she lowered her hand with my rosary in it. “If you are my mother then why are you so young and beautiful? My father is dead of age shouldn’t you be dead too?” I sapped back. “My dear sweet Rianna,” her voice now sweet and calm, “your father hasn’t told you of what I am? Rianna I study the arts, I am what you call a sorceress.” Her head was now bowed towards me to show a compassion for my innocence. Her bright red lips turned into a twisted smile as she lifted her head. “I since you have the same gift of the arts. I can smell the magic in your veins. That’s how strong your magic is within you.” I lowered my dagger and a tear ran down my face. I dropped the silver dagger and fell on my knees. “A sorceress? Me? Oh, this is too much to bear. Mother, why do you come now instead of when I was younger?” I asked. She flinched to my question and helped me walk over to my bed. She sat me down on my bed and stood in front of me. “Your father is not proud of the fact of being married to a… witch, so he sent me away. I guess he didn’t want me to teach you the arts. Well now that he is dead and you are to become queen, you should know some spells or chants. I have heard about how Seirlus took over everything; I am not happy about this!” &lt;br /&gt;  “Why do you fuss about Seirlus? No one else seems to go against him.” I sighed. “Because they fear him! He is a very power hungry man! He’ll stop at nothing to be king. He’ll even cast a spell on you so you will not resist him when he asks your hand in marriage!” she answered in a hiss. I gasped in fright of the thought of Seirlus asking me the question that would change the kingdom forever. My eyes widened and I had an urge to cry. The words “when he asks for your hand in marriage,” were playing over and over in my mind. I slowly looked towards the windowsill and read the sundial. It was nearly evening and Seirlus will be here at anytime now to visit me. I turned towards my mother, “You should leave! Seirlus will be here any minute now, if he sees you here he’ll kill you!” she nodded her head in understanding and put her cloak on. She set the rosary on my lap and walked towards a tapestry on the wall. She lifted it up and found a door underneath. She opened it and disappeared through the wall. I sat there amazed that there was a secret doorway in my chamber. Then I heard a knock at the door. I stood up, put my rosary on and put the dagger into the bureau drawer. I then walked over to my door and unlocked it. Opening the big carved oak door there stood Seirlus! My blood ran cold as his words escaped his lips, “may I come in?” I lowered my head and stepped aside to gesture him to come in. He slowly passed me making sure to catch my eye with his cold stare. I shivered and closed the door. I turned to see him smiling at me beneath his hooded cloak. He slowly took it off and hung it on the cloak hanger. He then looked back up at me and sat at one of the chairs across the room. I walked over towards him to sit next to him on a fainting chair. &lt;br /&gt;  “Rianna. You’re so beautiful today and is that rose I smell in your hair?” he smiled. I just simply nodded in fear. He then put his icy cold hand on my cheek and stroked my flesh with his thumb. I sat there for a moment then I pulled away from his touch. For that touch sickened me! He just simply laughed low like and said, “You just will not talk to me will you? Why will you not let me touch you? Rianna! Answer me!” he angrily hissed. I looked back into his eyes, “I’m just tired, and I don’t feel comfortable with you touching me. Your hands are cold and lifeless.” He did not respond he just looked out of the window and peered over the courtyard. “Why don’t you come outside anymore? I miss you roaming the courtyards these days.” He calmly asked. I straightened my dress and bit my lip, “I … I… I don’t like the sun anymore. It irritates my skin and blurs my eyesight.” He just groaned in spite, “hhhmmm, spoken like a true princess. But don’t princesses love the sunshine? Unless you want to be a princesses of darkness?” his smile showed his thoughts and his eyes danced at the thought of me being at his side of evil. I looked away in disgust, “leave Seirlus! I grow bored of you.” His eyes of desire changed into a stare of rage. “You grow bored of me already! I just came here! How could you say such a thing to your love!” he stood up and grabbed my hand from my lap. I looked up in fear, “Love? Is that what you think I feel for you? You dream to much!” I then spat at his face and he loosened his grip. I tore away from his hand, ran over to the door and opened it. “Leave!” I angrily yelled. He then walked over to the cloak hanger and put his cloak on. I watched as he took a handkerchief from his cloak pocket and wiped the spit off of his face. He slowly walked past me into the hallway pausing for a moment to say, “good bye my love.” I couldn’t help but smile at him. I then quickly wiped the smile off my face and slammed the door. I didn’t know why I smiled but I did. It scared me sometimes how I could not resist his touch or soft callings. As if I was under a spell I would have pleasant dreams of him and me together side by side on the throne. I could kill myself at the thought of marrying that snake! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there the first chap. u can comment on it if u want. just don't correct my grammer mistakes!!!! i hate it when ppl do that! lol. love yah, jessica C.</content>
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    <title>test!!!!!!!</title>
    <published>2005-05-09T23:39:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-09T23:39:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Kennedy *kill hannah*</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i took a personality from nicoles link take a look!&lt;br /&gt;Extraversion |||||||||||||||| 66% &lt;br /&gt;Stability |||||||||||| 43% &lt;br /&gt;Orderliness |||||| 30% &lt;br /&gt;Empathy |||||||||||| 50% &lt;br /&gt;Interdependence |||||||||||| 43% &lt;br /&gt;Intellectual |||||||||||||| 56% &lt;br /&gt;Mystical |||||||||||||||||||| 83% &lt;br /&gt;Artistic |||||||||||||||||||| 90% &lt;br /&gt;Religious |||||||||||| 43% &lt;br /&gt;Hedonism |||||||||| 36% &lt;br /&gt;Materialism |||||||||||||||||||| 83% &lt;br /&gt;Narcissism |||||||||||| 50% &lt;br /&gt;Adventurousness |||||||||||| 43% &lt;br /&gt;Work ethic || 10% &lt;br /&gt;Self absorbed |||||||||||||||||||| 90% &lt;br /&gt;Conflict seeking |||||||||||| 50% &lt;br /&gt;Need to dominate |||||||||||| 50% &lt;br /&gt; Romantic |||||||||||||||||||| 90% &lt;br /&gt;Avoidant |||||||||||| 43% &lt;br /&gt;Anti-authority |||||||||||||||| 70% &lt;br /&gt;Wealth |||||||||||| 50% &lt;br /&gt;Dependency |||||| 30% &lt;br /&gt;Change averse |||||||||||||||| 63% &lt;br /&gt;Cautiousness |||||||||||||| 56% &lt;br /&gt;Individuality |||||||||||||||||||| 90% &lt;br /&gt;Sexuality |||||||||||||||||| 76% &lt;br /&gt;Peter pan complex |||||||||||||||||||| 83% &lt;br /&gt;Physical security |||||||||||||||||| 76% &lt;br /&gt;Food indulgent |||||| 23% &lt;br /&gt;Histrionic |||||||||||||||||||| 83% &lt;br /&gt;Paranoia |||||||||||||| 56% &lt;br /&gt;Vanity |||||||||||||||||||| 83% &lt;br /&gt;Hypersensitivity |||||||||||| 50% &lt;br /&gt;Female cliche |||||||||||||||||||| 90% &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stability results were moderately low which suggests you are worrying, insecure, emotional, and anxious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orderliness results were low which suggests you are overly flexible, improvised, and fun seeking at the expense too often of reliability, work ethic, and long term accomplishment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraversion results were moderately high which suggests you are, at times, overly talkative, outgoing, sociable and interacting at the expense of developing your own individual interests and internally based identity. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;omg! look how independent i am and self asorbant!?! whoa i need to work on that! jesus! wow am i stuck up! why do ppl not tell me these things!!!!!!!!! aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! lol. g2g. love, ~jessica C.~</content>
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    <title>Dancing and rocking out!</title>
    <published>2005-05-09T23:05:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-09T23:05:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I'm not ok *my chemical romance*</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I know i haven't posted in a long time but watever.... anyways i had a great time at the dance friday night. i danced with like 5 guys! it was nice! oh but there was one part of the dance which was perfect! it was when the DJ played "helena" by my chemical romance.... all nicoles and i freinds danced to it and rocked out to it! when it came to the prayer we all dropped to our knees and prayed with the song it was soooo awsome!!!!!! i figured that all the preps thought we were crazy but who cares wat those b****s think!!!!!!!!! we were all so handsome in our nice outfits and gowns!!!!! emo = life with gowns. lol. i can't beleive nicole is grounded from the puter until wendsday!!!!!!!! grrrrrr!!!! nicole just do ur homework and get on ur site! how hard is that? lazy ass! lol. jk. god i feel really out of it today!!! anyways i just e-mailed my chemical romance yesterday but i doubt their ever gonna get back to me concerning their tour dates! whoa those guys r busy! anyways i think nicole wanted me to post the e-mail on here so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dear my chemical romance,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;      Life here in Flower Mound, Texas was so dreadful  until you guys came out with your new CD "Three cheers for sweet revenge". Here in Flower Mound  everything is messed up!  Since our highschools are only made up of jocks, nerds, preps, and emos, we have a lot of interesting..... encounters? Being a freshman next year will be brutal because i'm the only mix at my school; I'm  a goth/emo gurl. we emo's (my friends and I) have one job at our school that we are glad to do! that would be kicking those preps' asses! But we don't mess with the jocks cause we know we would get our asses whooped  by them if we even tried to lay a finger on them!   Us girl Emos always end up with the nerds at dances and we don't mind it at all it's just that the Emo guys don't like to dance. lol. who would of thought of that? i mean they love to mosh but not dance with girls in tight black and red dresses? that's messed up! lol. well let me tell you a bit more about my "group" ,we have a name. yes i know it sounds kinda gangster to have a name for all the girl emos but hey we live for tittles! lol. our name is  "Till  death do us part"!  nice huh? i thought up of the name and mentioned it to my friends and we agreed that would be our group name. we also have nick names for each other but i wont get into those cuz i know this is boring anough for you to read. lol. oh! another job we do is to be heart breakers and to drive the teachers up the wall!!!!!!!!! hahahaahaha!!!!!!!! *evil laugh* i saw that you have a live journal! that's cool. i have one too it has adventures of our group "Till Death Do Us Part" on it. i swear you'll laugh your pants off! if you ever want to see it, it is www.livejournal.com/users/emofriendly/  i only write the good stuff that happens in our weirded out school. so Gerard, Frank, Mikey, Ray, and Bob your welcome to come to my site and make comments anytime you wish. well I better run and go plot against some "innocent" preps. see yah guys on waurped tour! love you all! love, Jessica C. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                      P.S. Life without you guys wouldn't be life at all it would all be a dream. all because i'm already dead. also Gerard I think your the coolest and hottest guy out there everyone says they like frank but i'll always stay true to you! i love all the band for their music though and their tallent! love u until i die.... again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there happy nicole? oh yah ur grounded. hahahhahahaha! sux to be u! well i gotta go. post comments plz alex! and u can always add me to ur friends list... lol. love u all! ~jessica C.~</content>
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    <title>WTF???????</title>
    <published>2005-05-04T22:33:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-04T22:33:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>B.Y.O.B. *system of a down*</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today was awsome!!!!!! ok! a fantastic thing happend to me today!!!! pedro (corbine colata) went up to me and was all like "so jess i heard u liked me. is that true?" i just told him maybe. "well if it is call me k? but if ur taken u know i'll be glad to wait a year for yah." then i asked him if he thought i was emo and he said "yah u r. and ur a real hott emo chick at that too." i then ran for lunch. omg!!!! and u wont guess who sat across from me at lunch! JAKE!!!! u know that 7th grader from the park yesterday who i thought was a hobo because he was sleeping on the bench. but omg he was sooooooo hott! *not as hot as pedro though* i started yelling his name and amy joined in. he saw me and of course was embarased but he said hi bak! aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! my god! ok i have to stay calm so my mom doesn't come in to tell me to shut the hell up. nichole and i had a kick ass time together in P.E. and in english. i want it to be friday!!!!! friday is the day of the dance and i have a kick ass dress that is soo beautifull. and i want to dance with as many 8th grader guys as possible! but next year i want to go out with one of the emo guys not a skate boarder! oh how much fun will that be!?! hey nichole! i need u to f-in read my storie! and i need u to spred this journal site to everyone who knows about livejournal so they can read the awsome adventures of Death Do Us Part!!!!! k?&lt;br /&gt;love ya all!!!! ~jessica C.~ rock on bitches!!!!!!</content>
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    <title>Till Death Do us Part!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title>
    <published>2005-05-04T00:54:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-04T01:43:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>My chemical romance</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ok so i have this group neamed Till Death Do Us Part and they are freakin awsome!&lt;br /&gt;let me introduse u to all me EMO friends!!!!!! there is Nichole she's the shiz!&lt;br /&gt;she is the only black that is emo that i've known. then there is esther she is so cluless that she makes my barbies (that r decapatated right now) seem smart! then there is olivia she is freakin bossy but she cares (some of the time she could care less).also there is LYZ!!!! me gurl! she is freakin awsome and she is as emo as i am! (which is a miricle seeing how many preps go to our school!)another one of me friends is Lauren who looks freakin awsome in black! and Amy who is last she has a freakin good style goin on with the color red! anyways! let me tell u our days at Mckamy are anything but normal! we freakin bounce off the walls man! all the teachers think we r the weirdest bunch ever but that is because they don't understand or speak EMO!!!!!!may i point out another problem with our school... i'm jessica i am the goth emo of the group and it's my freakin duty to tell u the weird adventures of Till Death Do Us Part!!! but first let me tell u wat i like and wat i don't like.... wat i like: 1. My Chemical Romance 2.Me friends 3.the color black! 4.emo guys! 5.emo music&lt;br /&gt;wat i dislike: 1. those freakin preps! *goes out of door to smack one of them with the back of her keyboard* 2.guys who cheat on me! 3.the army! 4.P.E.!!!!!!! 5.my freakin school!!!! (i like most ppl in it though) but thats it for now. i g2g and beat up some innocent preps with a bloody bat! see yah!</content>
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