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  <title>Zandland</title>
  <subtitle>Where Zandies run.. uh.. nevermind</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>The Green Pixie.</name>
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  <updated>2007-06-18T23:29:38Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ilantia:180600</id>
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    <title>ilantia @ 2007-06-19T09:32:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-18T23:29:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-18T23:29:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've been offered a credit card limit increase to $4000. (possibly because at the moment I never have enough owing to end up paying interest and therefore they aren't making any money out of me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should decline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the little voice in the back of my head 'well it would be useful if' but.. I should decline. Its dangerous enough as it is!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ilantia:180306</id>
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    <title>ilantia @ 2007-06-11T11:44:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-11T01:42:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-11T01:45:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OMGISAWTHEPERFECTREDSHOESTHEYWERESOHOTBUTTHEYDIDNTHAVEMYSIZELEFTCRYYYYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to keep myself in the positive, money-wise. Damn you credit cards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, hellooo new dresses *prance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cuddly knitted things *wears them and snuggles self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much longer I can hold off on buying myself diamonds from work.. the lure.. is just.. so great..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yah, last exam* was last thursday, now I have one week off** before winter school starts. That goes for 6 weeks, then 1 week of exam period immediately following, then the very next week after that, semester 2 starts. No holidays for me. Hopefully over summer break I will be able to do some sort of work experience. Or short courses or sthn.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*for now&lt;br /&gt;**today off and work every day the next week</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ilantia:180084</id>
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    <title>ilantia @ 2007-05-29T08:28:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-28T22:25:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-28T22:25:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's so great when my paranoia is completely unfounded/unjustified. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam now D:</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ilantia:179936</id>
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    <title>ilantia @ 2007-05-29T04:54:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-28T18:55:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-28T18:55:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ever woken in the middle of the night with an unfounded yet unshakeable feeling of dread, and can't get back to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must this happen while my boyfriend is on a plane, and I have an exam in 4 hours (and currently at only 5 hours sleep and feel like throwing up because I'm so tired)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I was having scary dreams. I was back at PLC (well ok, not so great) but it was morning tea time and I was at the canteen trying to decide what to have.. had finally decided on the chocolate cream filled donut man.. I find it odd that every time I dream about the school canteen (it happens reasonably often) it has the same layout but that is nothing like the real one. Prices are accurately high, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to just fall back asleep now.. and maybe eat my donut man. Except, maybe thats why I wake up. I dream of food all the time. I don't ever dream of eating it. Usually wake up frustrated just as I'm about to put it in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 hours till I get to confirm that my bad premonition = nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must get back to sleep and not fail exam..</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ilantia:179544</id>
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    <title>ilantia @ 2007-05-28T15:39:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-28T05:37:58Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-28T05:37:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hate it when I have too much time to do nothing, but not quite enough time to do something. Like now, for example. I finished my exam early, so I now have 50 mins to kill before getting ready for work. It's long enough to be boring, but not quite long enough to actually be productive. I want to go to the gym, but I'd a work out about 15 mins, not worth it. I suppose.. I could.. vacuum... *ugh*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ilantia:179423</id>
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    <title>ilantia @ 2007-05-26T22:50:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-26T12:49:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-26T12:49:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Was so cold at work tonight (stood outside on the bar for about 4 hours all up, in stockings and shirtsleeves, no jumper because they didn't bother to call me before hand and let me know) that my brain went a bit funny. Was talking about exams and said something to the other girl about only having to get x% to be still able to get an extinction. Hahahah it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also had an opportunity to get a bag of the new dark chocolate maltesers that aren't in stores yet (that I know of). I didn't take them tho, was more strongly drawn to mint choc pods.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ilantia:179175</id>
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    <title>ilantia @ 2007-05-26T12:51:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-26T02:49:59Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-26T02:49:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">For someone who is trying to lose fat/tone up I am sure eating way too much cheese. But it is so delicious. I am helpless in its path, unable to resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am bad at studying. I have 2 days to study for 2 exams, and so far I have read 4 powerpoint dotpoint slides in about 3.5 hours. There is just too much to distract me on the internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my boy... 3 days to go! But he arrives home during one of my exams! Urk. Concentration will be at an all time low. I'd like to say I'm not that pathetic, but I am! He has been away for 5 weeks though.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ilantia:178724</id>
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    <title>ilantia @ 2007-05-22T20:24:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-22T10:22:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-22T10:22:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today, an automatic sliding door chomped me. I have feared this for a long long time. And it finally happened. It hurt :(</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ilantia:178590</id>
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    <title>ilantia @ 2007-05-18T21:58:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-18T11:56:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-18T11:56:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I extended a public kindness today by offering a woman who was crying on the train a tissue. Which she rejected. For some reason I was a little upset with her and felt slightly humiliated. Strange brain.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ilantia:178278</id>
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    <title>10 things yada yada</title>
    <published>2007-05-18T00:31:33Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-18T00:31:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hm not sure if I can come up with 10, most ppl know everythin about me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;10 Things You Might Not Know About Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have a dent in my right thigh and I don't know where it came from&lt;br /&gt;2. I only did one week of grade 2&lt;br /&gt;3. I aim to be a multi millionaire by 30, and have no idea how&lt;br /&gt;4. My most wasteful purchase ever was a floor length purple gothic/medieval gown that was too big for me&lt;br /&gt;5. I wish my name was Katrina&lt;br /&gt;6. I have been known to eat an entire block of cheese in about 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;7. I have never had a favourite song/band/artist!!!&lt;br /&gt;8. I have a permanent bump on the top of my head from a mcdonalds playground&lt;br /&gt;9. The bone in my chin is round on one side and square on the other&lt;br /&gt;10. I lied about my age to get my belly button pierced when I was 14&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there we go. You know the drill. Cut and Paste.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ilantia:177988</id>
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    <title>ilantia @ 2007-05-17T21:29:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-17T11:30:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-17T11:30:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Don't assume that if it is a dark and rainy night, there will not be parking inspectors dishing out hefty fines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ilantia:177816</id>
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    <title>ilantia @ 2007-05-15T20:04:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-15T10:05:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-15T10:08:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Theres a google ad in gmail for 'the cruelty free shop' that delivers vegan and cruelty-free products direct to your door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help thinking, right, and when you stop ordering from them, they'll know that you're being cruel now, and since they have your address, they'll &lt;i&gt;come and get you&lt;/i&gt;.</content>
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    <title>ilantia @ 2007-05-15T18:53:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-15T08:54:06Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-15T08:54:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">awwwww muffin cubes</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ilantia:177257</id>
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    <title>Ah-HA!</title>
    <published>2007-05-08T10:01:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-08T10:01:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've been wondering for ages where I recognised this song "Suddenly I See" from, thats been playing on the radio alot recently. I thought, perhaps its from devil wears prada? No, perhaps not. Perhaps its from ugly betty? No, perhaps not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out its from both.</content>
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    <title>ilantia @ 2007-05-01T20:07:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-01T10:11:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-01T10:11:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You just don't realise how domesticated you've become until you find yourself thinking things like, how nice it is to have a brand new mop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an unrelated note I've started doing personal training at the gym and its really good. But depressingly expensive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I want to buy a house damnit. (This cause is not aided by paying for training. But that should only be a temporary thing).</content>
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    <title>ilantia @ 2007-04-30T19:05:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-30T09:04:59Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-30T09:19:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm really struggling to resist the temptation of spending $10 on a mice cube tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*twitch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*twitch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't need it (I mean, who does) and yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is on an american eshop &lt;a href="http://www.perpetualkid.com/index.asp?PageAction=VIEWPROD&amp;amp;ProdID=1851"&gt;http://www.perpetualkid.com/index.asp?PageAction=VIEWPROD&amp;amp;ProdID=1851&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ilantia:176538</id>
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    <title>ilantia @ 2007-04-28T11:55:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-28T02:03:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-28T02:03:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Alex is away for 5 weeks and I don't know what I'm going to do without him. I'm so sappy and pathetic, really. Got a counter on my phone that say 35 days to go. And when he gets back he's moving in. I'm so happy about that but so intensely sad that he isn't here now, so scared that something terrible will happen and he won't come back. He left yesterday morning and I think last night was one of the worst sleeps I've ever had. But he's arrived safely, 24 hours, 2 plane flights since he left. It was really weird to think yesterday after work, that during all the things I'd done that day, he was still sitting in the same seat. I'm glad I wasn't sitting in the same seat. I would be damn fidgety. His computer is opposite mine in the study but it's weird that he's not using it. All I want to do to cheer myself up is go shopping. But I promised that I wouldn't, since I don't have any money. Speaking of money though, job is going pretty well. A few of my friends have been getting amazing jobs recently though. They are really on the way somewhere, to being someone, doing something important. I hope they don't forget me when they get there. I hope I'm not the one left drowning in mediocrity when everyone I know is famous and/or rich. I want to be that person.</content>
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    <title>unknown movies</title>
    <published>2007-04-26T02:55:31Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-26T02:55:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I need to know who I went with to these movies :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pursuit of Happiness on the 4th of Feb, &lt;br /&gt;Miss Potter on the 19th of Feb&lt;br /&gt;The Illusionist on the 4th of March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know if you are the person who saw these movies with me, or if for some strange reason you know who it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason is I keep all the ticket stubs and stick them in a book and write who I saw it with. However I have a pile of tickets from mid jan to now that I haven't done and don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW IM A LOSER but please aid my peace of mind O.o</content>
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    <title>awwwwww</title>
    <published>2007-04-02T23:13:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-02T23:35:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ZOMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=41NxaWmUylM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=41NxaWmUylM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG I WANT ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X-_kWwyG-7Y"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X-_kWwyG-7Y&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could watch that over and over for days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XOAN-Rskezg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XOAN-Rskezg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VKKQH9bNI8w"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VKKQH9bNI8w&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(it really looks like it knows what its doing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eR6Tn_wp9Bc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eR6Tn_wp9Bc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Why do people have to wreck purrfectly cute pet videos by narrating? or any other form of talking?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ilantia:175768</id>
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    <title>ilantia @ 2007-03-29T11:58:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-29T01:57:33Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-29T01:57:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://weirdbabe.typepad.com/threadbared/80s_/index.html"&gt;http://weirdbabe.typepad.com/threadbared/80s_/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outrageous! hahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. you must read this.</content>
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    <title>ilantia @ 2007-03-26T17:14:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-26T07:14:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-26T07:14:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">No seriously, I'm a bad bad shopaholic. Gotta get rid of that debt but somehow three new dresses followed me home yesterday?? Mind you, one of them is super hot and makes me look like a size 6 (although it does make my boobs look tiny, which is a waste/shame), and the other two are going to help me in my dedication to looking good in winter for once, rather than summer only. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, that plan may involve some new leggings, boots, jackets... oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously is there such a thing as Shopaholics Anonymous? (Not that I'm very secret about it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would post a picture of the divine dress, however it seems my batteries and charger for my digicam have moved to brisbane with the family. Will have to fetch them back at Easter. Am quite looking forward to it.</content>
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    <title>ilantia @ 2007-03-18T17:34:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-18T06:33:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-18T06:33:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It occurs to me that chicken boiled in vodka would end up &lt;i&gt;fried&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*brainsplosion*</content>
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    <title>ilantia @ 2007-03-17T17:01:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-17T06:10:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-17T06:10:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Back with Alex again, and this time its for good. So happy. I know how much I'm missing without him now. There are some things I regret, but overall I think it worked out well, it made me realise alot of things I hadn't considered before. All in all though, we weren't really broken up for very long, so we're still counting. Two years tomorrow. Got DIAMONDS.</content>
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    <title>ilantia @ 2007-03-09T17:04:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-09T06:13:42Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-09T06:13:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Got a new job selling diamonds and engagement rings. Ooo, handling diamonds all day *drool* and when there are no customers I can take them out of the cabinets and try them on to my hearts content. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, am now insanely busy. Schedule is now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt; 11am-4pm work at ADC, 7.20pm-9.20pm dance class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt; 9am-7.30pm uni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt; 9am-5pm work at ADC, 6-7.20pm admin at dance, 7.20-8.20 dance class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt; 9.30am-9.30pm uni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt; 12pm-9pm work at ADC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt; shift at riv at some stage either 9.30-5.30 ish, or 5-10.30 ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday&lt;/b&gt; also possibly shift at riv at some stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some breaks between classes at uni, but will probably have to try to make myself study at some stage during these since I probably won't at other times. (If there is any time at other times). The upside is, I hopefully will be earning a bit of money and I won't have time to spend it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must. Not. Buy. Diamonds.</content>
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    <title>ilantia @ 2007-03-02T08:31:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-01T21:41:33Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I dreamt that I was sitting in class doing some sort of test, but instead of reading and answering the questions I was chatting to Jackie who was sitting next to me, giggling and leaning on my shoulder and chewing on my hand.  She talked about how strange it was to be getting better, and how she was only just starting to remember what had happened. Ash was on my left, and I said to her, "I don't know why people keep saying that she's gone, she seems fine to me, just the same." and Ash said "But she's not. She's sick." and I said "You mean like physically?" and Ash nodded but kept doing her test, I was wondering why the teacher wasn't getting angry with me for chatting rather than working but I thought it was fair that Jackie would be a bit sick, but she still seemed happy. A bit later Mawa turned around from the row in front and said "Who are you talking to?" And then I realised that nobody else could see her. Jackie seemed shocked, like she didn't know she was dead, and all of a sudden I started to remember the funeral. The talk changed from what had happened just before the hospital, which I never got to find out what she was going to tell me, and I started saying things like "No, you are dead" and "I remember the coffin.." Jackie said "Thats so stupid, why would you waste money on a coffin when you could get a BETTER ONE!!!" and I said to her "But it was a better one. It was beautiful. Weren't you there?" I looked up and the teacher was a skeleton, and I said "Mr Skeleton, can you speak to the dead?" and he gave me an understanding look said "Only when I want to." And started writing a crossword puzzle on the whiteboard. I looked back and Jackie was sitting under one of the desks and then somebody said, "Get out of the classroom, Em needs to do her test" and she ran out the door and part of me panicked because I thought I would never be able to see her again, and I wanted the ghosts company at least if not her, although I could touch and feel her physically and she seemed so real to me anyway. I looked at the crossword on the whiteboard and read the words in the squares, then looked down at my test pamphlet and realised that the crossword had all the answers to the questions on that page, but it was a page halfway through the booklet and I hadn't answered any of the others except the first one. The whole paper was nearly empty and there were only about 5 minutes left of test time, and I started crying and said "I can't do this right now. Mr Skeleton, can I please sit the test another time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether I believe in ghosts, but I have never felt more haunted. I did tell her she could haunt me. But I still can't shake this feeling that something is missing, like I was so convinced that she of all people would never leave without saying goodbye, that there would be some sort of letter, somewhere, hidden. I don't know. Either she's trying to tell me about it, or I'm haunted by my own conviction. Probably the latter, and that saddens me. If I could actually see her ghost, and talk to her, I would welcome it, to be honest.</content>
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