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  <title>Dream {Night of Sept. 27, 2007}</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;DREAM ((Night of September 27th, 2007))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;It all happened so quickly and it was really disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;I was in a&amp;nbsp;dark room with some random elderly&amp;nbsp;man. He was alone and didn&apos;t seem to know that I was there.&lt;br /&gt;I was&amp;nbsp;just standing there&amp;nbsp;watching him.&lt;br /&gt;Out of&amp;nbsp;nowhere, this person came in the room and started yelling at the old man and beating on him.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Leave me alone!&quot; The old man screamed, but the person continued hurting him.&lt;br /&gt;I felt&amp;nbsp;like I should do something but I didn&apos;t&amp;nbsp;know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;NO! STOP! NO!!!!!&quot; I screamed as loud as I could.&lt;br /&gt;Neither of the people seemed to hear me. &lt;br /&gt;To my horror, the old man started puking up&amp;nbsp;blood.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You know what happens to me! Stop it!&quot;&amp;nbsp;the old man begged.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I DON&apos;T CARE WHAT HAPPENS! BLEED!&amp;nbsp;BLEED!!!&quot; the other person screamed at him.&lt;br /&gt;I fell onto my knees in tears, &quot;Stop...stop...&quot; I begged quietly to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room disappeared and I was&amp;nbsp;alone somewhere, and it wasn&apos;t really clear where I was.&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing a&amp;nbsp;long black dress and I was very pale (to the point of glowing...).&lt;br /&gt;I was on&amp;nbsp;the floor, crouched over still.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I was crying.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Where have I gone?... Who is this?&quot; I was asking myself random confused questions.&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw my wrists. They were cut open.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;No...no...this can&apos;t be who I&amp;nbsp;was.&quot; I said in my&amp;nbsp;tears.&lt;br /&gt;Then that&apos;s when I started puking up my own blood.&lt;br /&gt;I lost control.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;IT WAS LOVE!!!&quot; I screamed to the sky, throwing my wet&amp;nbsp;(with blood and tears)&amp;nbsp;hair back, &quot;WHERE AM I!? IM&amp;nbsp;DEAD! IM DEAD! IM GONE!!! TO YOU! TO EVERYONE!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;The tears poured down&amp;nbsp;as blood from my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;PLEASE! SAVE WHO I WAS! IM STILL THERE!&quot;&amp;nbsp;I continued screaming.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;was about to rip my wrists open again until I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 27 Sep 2007 03:08:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Dream ((Night Of Sept.25th, 2007))</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Dream~ Night of Sept. 25th, 2007&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on an island. It was tropical. There was a beach there that I&apos;ve dreamed of&amp;nbsp;a few times before. The last time I dreamed of it, I was alone in the deep side of the water and a shark was trying to eat me. &lt;br /&gt;So in this dream, I was inside a hotel-type place. There was an indoor pool with a huge window facing the ocean. I was in the pool and there were lots of other people too. I didn&apos;t really know anyone else. The people there with me were just random people I&apos;ve seen or met once or something. I dove under the water&amp;nbsp;and glided through the water, expecting to be stepped on or something but nothing happened. &lt;br /&gt;It was the evening and there was a pink/orange sunset. It was humid. I wanted to get out and go outside. So&amp;nbsp;I did.&lt;br /&gt;I got out of the pool and I saw some&amp;nbsp;lady crying in the corner. I don&apos;t&amp;nbsp;know why she was crying and I hate my dream-self for just walking passed her and not even bothering to help...&lt;br /&gt;I ended up alone on the beach.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I had a laptop and was online talking to people.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was around Christmas time or something...idk it seemed like it cause they were playing christmas music but it was&amp;nbsp;still tropical-ish. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was online and one of my friends IMed me first. (not saying his name).&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I miss you...&quot; he said online.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Oh. =/&quot;&amp;nbsp;was all I said back, like I didn&apos;t care.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I think I&apos;m gonna go into the ocean.&quot; I said to him.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;ok, leave something there for me.&quot; he said (I know, doesnt make sense...)&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Ok. goodbye.&quot; I said, but then added, &quot;I love you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;He signed off without saying it back&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;my heart sank and I was fighting back tears.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;signed off and put my laptop aside.&lt;br /&gt;I walked up to the shore of the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;All alone.&lt;br /&gt;The sky was still lit up with colors.&lt;br /&gt;I could feel a knife in my hand...&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the sunset helped me not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Into the ocean...&quot; I whispered to myself.&lt;br /&gt;My whisper seemed to echo&amp;nbsp;through the quiet&amp;nbsp;island of my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;End it all...&quot; a voice whispered back to me.&lt;br /&gt;I moved forward into the water&amp;nbsp;and swam towards the sun, knife still in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 23 Sep 2007 23:33:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Dream {Night of Sept.22,2007}</title>
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  <description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;DREAM -Night of Sept.22,2007-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a few&amp;nbsp;dreams last night but I&apos;m going to tell you about only one because I want to keep the rest&amp;nbsp;to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream was pretty short but it was fun. &lt;br /&gt;I was with my friend Kristen Keakly [or however u spell her last name!! lol] and we were outside in an open field. There were alien space ships in the air and there were&amp;nbsp;red lazors and yellow beams shooting down from them in the sky.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen seemed to be laughing at it all.&lt;br /&gt;There were people running around screaming and trying to run away from the yellow beams (which sucked you up into the spaceship if u got struck by one). Getting hit by a red lazor just killed you.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Hey, weren&apos;t we talking about this on aim last night?&quot; Kristen asked me.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;took hold of her arm and pulled her aside from a red&amp;nbsp;lazor.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yeah...I think so...weird...&quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;An old lady who was running around&amp;nbsp;frantically got sucked up by a yellow beam.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;MOVE! RUN!&quot; I grabbed Kristen again and dodged to the side, pulling us both away from a yellow&amp;nbsp;beam.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Banana phonnne!&quot; Kristen sang.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her with a blank stare, &quot;This isn&apos;t really a good time to sing...&quot; I said smacking her on the arm.&lt;br /&gt;She just smiled at me and continued singing.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;left her behind and ran at top speed down the field, dodging all the lazers and beams coming at me.&lt;br /&gt;Then the dream&amp;nbsp;faded into another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 23 Sep 2007 03:24:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Dream (Night of Sept.21,2007)</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Dream {Sept.21,2007}&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;I was in school, but it looked kinda different from how LC really looks. I was bored so I decided to just get up and walk out of the classroom and roam the halls. Well lucky for me, I stepped out of the classroom and there were about 4 gangster people standing there. I was alone with them and there didn&apos;t seem to be any authority figures around. Actually it didn&apos;t seem like there was&amp;nbsp;anyone else in the school besides me and them.&lt;br /&gt;I stood there watching them and what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;There was a girl gangster and she was&amp;nbsp;holding a hand&amp;nbsp;gun out.&lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere, someone&amp;nbsp;grabbed my hands and pulled them behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Ow!&amp;nbsp;What the f---??&quot; I screamed trying to jerk myself free.&amp;nbsp;Nothing worked. The guy&apos;s grip on me was too hard.&lt;br /&gt;My heart sunk because I felt the cold metal of the gun against the side of my head.&lt;br /&gt;The gangster girl was glaring at me, holding the gun to my head. She looked over at another gangster guy and said, &quot;Do you want me to kill her?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;I looked&amp;nbsp;over at the other gangster guy with pleading eyes, &quot;No!&amp;nbsp;Please! No!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Go ahead,&quot; the&amp;nbsp;other gangster said, &quot;I don&apos;t know her.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;WAIT!---I bet that gun isn&apos;t even loaded!&quot; I said smirking at the girl holding the gun to me.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You wanna bet?&quot; She glared at me. She pointed the gun at the ceiling and shot it. Sure enough, there was a huge boom and now there was a giant hole in the ceiling. &lt;br /&gt;The gun &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; loaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&apos;Shit...&apos;&lt;/em&gt; I thought to myself.&lt;br /&gt;The gun was aimed at my head again.&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 25 Feb 2007 05:11:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&quot;You Can Feel It All Over&quot;</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;MY FEET ARE COLD!!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, anywayys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to go see &lt;strong&gt;FIDDLER ON THE ROOF&lt;/strong&gt; in Munster. It was pretty amazing. I love plays there. When I&apos;m old enough [like,&amp;nbsp;I think next year I will be.] I want to audition for a play there. Yeah, so, that was a really good play. I like seeing plays. In a way, I think watching other people act improves my acting. Because you get so many different examples of how to act in certain situations by watching other actors.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arggh I read an &lt;strong&gt;EQUUS&lt;/strong&gt; review by Paige of DanRadcliffe.co.uk and it made me so much more disappointed that I can&apos;t go see it cause it&apos;s in London. It sounds like a really good play. If you get passed all the sex stuff and nakedness, it seems like a really moving play. And I bet Daniel has done such a wonderful job portraying the character of Alan Strang. And i guess in the begining part of the play, Dan&amp;nbsp;as Alan is&amp;nbsp;singing a song and Paige said he has a pretty good singing voice. I wish I could hear him sing. Sometimes I even imagine how his voice sounds when it sings and when it&apos;s carrying a tune. I love his voice. I&apos;ve grown so used to it. I memorized how it sounds with its vibrating tone. It&apos;s powerful and yet so gentle. &lt;br /&gt;And not seeing him in the play is like not going to see a movie that he stars in. Aside from me being one of his biggest fans, he&apos;s truely my idol and he&apos;s my inspiration. He&apos;s helped me become who I am right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;He also grew a beard because of the play... WHICH BETTER GET SHAVED OFF ONCE THE PLAYS OVER!&lt;br /&gt;*ahem ahem*&lt;br /&gt;Sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/DrumRocker01/1417000151_l.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 23 Feb 2007 03:36:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>UGA BUNGA FUNGA!</title>
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  <description>woooooooooooooooooooooo. So I just saw some steaming new pictures of Daniel Radcliffe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme post some:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;291&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;536&quot; src=&quot;http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/DrumRocker01/Dan%20Radcliffe/599796.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Dan... DUD DUD DUD DUH DUD DUUUUH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/DrumRocker01/Dan%20Radcliffe/12862862lomradcliffe2222007102141PM.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawwwwr! [poor horse dude looks like he&apos;s gonna fall face forward]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/DrumRocker01/Dan%20Radcliffe/12862861lomradcliffe2222007102128PM.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny looking grin that scares me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/DrumRocker01/Dan%20Radcliffe/24087380.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insert me in that lady&apos;s place. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/DrumRocker01/Dan%20Radcliffe/24087360.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan and a fag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOOOOOOVE HIMMMM. yess thats my future husband riiight there! mhmmm. how do i know? BECAUSE I&apos;M PSYCHIC THAT&apos;S WHY!!--and my heart tells me so. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;333</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 21 Feb 2007 14:39:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&quot;I&apos;m Polish...WHAT&apos;S IN YOUR WALLET??&quot;</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Yeah so today we have ANOTHER delay of some sort. This is like... the year of delays. It&apos;s insane...BUT I LIKE IT! More sleep! wooo! And I&apos;m really hoping I miss 4th hour because I DON&apos;T WANT TO TAKE THAT FRIGGIN TEST!!! It&apos;s so hard and I don&apos;t like Backe anyway. I also have a test in--er--Math? [is that a bad sign that I don&apos;t even know?]. O_o;;&amp;nbsp; well yeah it&apos;s in Math. There&apos;s no escaping that one since it&apos;s in 7th hour. But like, I can take forever on problem one [if I know it, that is] and then just come home and study and finish the test tomorrow. Huzzah!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished German yesterday. (*rejoices*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah it&apos;s Ash Wednesday today. Meaning, I have to go to church and get ashes put on my head in the sign of the cross [it&apos;s supposed to remind us that our bodies turn to ashes in the end but you&apos;re spirit goes on forever and it&apos;s up to how you live your life where you&apos;re spirit will go-heaven or hell.] That also means Lent starts. and then at the end of Lent--- EASTER!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&quot;Let&apos;s rebuild the Titanic and hire a DJ and do the Casper Slide on the deck!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;-Idea that came up during lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/DrumRocker01/Graphics/thhgreenfrog.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 19 Feb 2007 05:07:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Dream 2/18/07</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So the other night I had this interesting dream. In the dream, I had been adopted into a family of vampires at a young age. In the dream I was my current age [14]. There was the father [a tall guy with a long mustache and he looked rich], the mother [a pretty victorian blonde lady], and their son [about 5 years younger than me]. There used to be an older sister, but I guess she died (or was killed)&amp;nbsp;and I replaced her in the family. They were all full vampires but I was only half vampire. I had been raised as a vampire but I was training to be a witch. I had a private trainer who was a plump middle aged woman. She was kind and fun but was serious when it came to training.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;One night, in the dream, a mob of vampire hunters took us. They sentences us to the Trial of Death. The Trial of Death was a form of killing vampires by stuffing them in coffins and then burn them. The fire wouldn&apos;t kill us since we were vampires [Half, in my case[. The fire would only be a burning torture. After we were burned they would stab the coffins with stakes and knives until we were chopped up and dead. It was a cruel punishment to give such good vampires. This family never hurt anyone; they&apos;ve never done wrong, and they were always kind and loving to me. They didn&apos;t deserve to die like animals. The father nailed us each into our coffins, as the tradition of the Trial of Death goes. The mother was first, then the boy and then me. My coffin was extremely small for me. I knew once I was in the dark coffin and sealed I would never see light again. So the wagon they were taking us in started moving. It was bumpy, but shortly after, everything went still. I heard the wagon outside still going. My coffin had fallen off. Had the father put me on the edge on purpose so I would fall out and escape? There was a hole at the bottom of the coffin and I poked my&amp;nbsp;legs out of it. I felt slightly dizzy. I shoved my head up a hole at the top and punched my arms out at the sides. I must have looked like an idiot. People were staring at me and I turned around the see the wagon still going. I was about to run after it until this guy sitting at a table told me I had to sign my death certificate first. I glared at him because he was wasting my time. I went and quickly signed it anyway. Then I took off running after the wagon. I was running pretty quick to have a coffin around my torso. A long truck got in the way of me and the wagon&amp;nbsp;on the street though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was going to Grimmer, because the ceremony was going to take place in the back of the school. Grimmer was abandoned and it was no longer a school. It was old and it was just a building. It had been years since I&apos;d been there. Since I was half vampire I was aging slower than usual since vampires have a long life span. So I finally got to about a block away from Grimmer. I saw some people I knew from school before I moved in with the vampire family that adopted me. They remembered me. They asked me where I had been all these years and I said, &quot;I&apos;ve lived with vampires.&amp;nbsp;They&apos;re gonna&amp;nbsp;get killed any minute now.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;One of them poked my arm,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Wow... you have hard muscles.&quot;&amp;nbsp;they said.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&apos;m&amp;nbsp;half vampire...&quot;&amp;nbsp;I mummbled. Vampires are really strong and that resulted in hard muscles.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So we crossed the street, and my witch trainer appeared out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Oh, Hi.&quot; I said like everything was normal.&lt;br /&gt;She looked me up and down, &quot;The Trial of Death?... this won&apos;t look good on your record report.&quot; She wrote something down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded in understandment.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;The what?&quot; One of the people I knew asked.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&apos;m being put to death...&quot; I said quietly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;If you get yourself out of this,&quot; my trainer said, &quot;I will pass you as a witch.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was impossible because the hunters would kill me as soon as they saw me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So I used the people I knew to blend in with the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn&apos;t caught.&lt;br /&gt;I broke out of my coffin.&lt;br /&gt;Then I broke my adopted vampire family loose before the vampire hunters&amp;nbsp;started the fire.&lt;br /&gt;Soon the mood of the dream was light and everyone was alright.&lt;br /&gt;I saw my witch trainer smiling at me.&lt;br /&gt;I smiled back.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&apos;m a witch!!&quot; I screamed happily to my vampire family.&lt;br /&gt;I hugged all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah thats a lot. hahaha. I didn&apos;t add anything to make it more interesting, that all happened in my dream. Thank you if you took time to read it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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