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  <title>a game for us to play</title>
  <subtitle>a game for us to play</subtitle>
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    <name>a game for us to play</name>
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  <updated>2002-07-25T13:42:13Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dhanijoeelvis:4936</id>
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    <title>dhanijoeelvis @ 2002-07-25T14:41:00</title>
    <published>2002-07-25T13:42:13Z</published>
    <updated>2002-07-25T13:42:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>take all the good from all the bad</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I LOVE SUMMER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never post. I'm lame</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dhanijoeelvis:4723</id>
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    <title>dhanijoeelvis @ 2002-07-01T15:12:00</title>
    <published>2002-07-01T14:13:44Z</published>
    <updated>2002-07-01T14:13:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>muse - space dementia</lj:music>
    <content type="html">she's got an attitude! my little eira is all growed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a different note, my jess is coming to visit me! hurrah! it makes up for the utter lack of christopher in my life these days. i love you jessie!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dhanijoeelvis:4468</id>
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    <title>dhanijoeelvis @ 2002-05-28T17:43:00</title>
    <published>2002-05-28T16:43:24Z</published>
    <updated>2002-05-28T16:43:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">wo0tt!!!exam romotto! yee</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dhanijoeelvis:4329</id>
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    <title>dhanijoeelvis @ 2002-05-27T21:22:00</title>
    <published>2002-05-27T20:20:14Z</published>
    <updated>2002-05-27T20:20:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Happy birthday, &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_mac_arthur_park' lj:user='mac_arthur_park' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://mac-arthur-park.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://mac-arthur-park.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;mac_arthur_park&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;I feel sick. I've only just read &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_sethsbluemonkey' lj:user='sethsbluemonkey' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sethsbluemonkey.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://sethsbluemonkey.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sethsbluemonkey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s journal, the first time in ages. I never knew. Why doesn't she tell me anything?&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dhanijoeelvis:4060</id>
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    <title>This is not the way I imagined my life would be</title>
    <published>2002-04-09T13:12:22Z</published>
    <updated>2002-04-09T13:12:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thisisacryforhelp.com/shitquiz.htm"&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="LEFT" width="200" height="140" src="http://www.thisisacryforhelp.com/quiz/shitquiz/diahrea.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am &lt;b&gt;Diarrhea &lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diarrhea's are by far the most humorous of all the shits going for the big laugh at all costs. From fart jokes to slapstick humor Diarrhea's are know for pulling out the stops when it comes to shits and giggles... though Diarrhea's do have their down sides.. And like the sad clowns they are, Diarrhea's are actually dying inside and prone to suicide and even murder...&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thisisacryforhelp.com/shitquiz.htm"&gt;What Kinda Shit Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dhanijoeelvis:3839</id>
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    <title>dhanijoeelvis @ 2002-04-09T13:51:00</title>
    <published>2002-04-09T12:52:07Z</published>
    <updated>2002-04-09T12:52:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am tired. And sad. I watched the Queen Mother's funeral and thought "Hmm. Prince Wills looks nice in black." I am so superficial even in the face of death! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a sleepover in Katie's room yesterday. It was fun :) College opens again tomorrow. Nooooo! Also I have to work tomorrow. Am I not busy enough? Off to see Duke this afternoon. That is, if the shop's open. Hmm. Perhaps not then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_mac_arthur_park' lj:user='mac_arthur_park' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://mac-arthur-park.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://mac-arthur-park.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;mac_arthur_park&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is insinuating that I am a slut in &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_girlinthetree' lj:user='girlinthetree' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://girlinthetree.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://girlinthetree.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;girlinthetree&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s LJ. Rudeness. I am not a slut. Just friendly. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Not much. I'm going to watch Neighbours. It's on at 2:10. Okay, five more minutes. But I have nothing to add. Pink is very lovely. I think it's her masculinity that I like. I had the same problem with Angela Rippon some years back.</content>
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    <title>dhanijoeelvis @ 2002-03-31T14:14:00</title>
    <published>2002-03-31T13:13:55Z</published>
    <updated>2002-03-31T13:13:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Lookie &amp;lt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a picture of me and my good friend/mother/flatmate Tilly. (I'm in the yellow, lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How proud am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks K for your help.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dhanijoeelvis:3220</id>
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    <title>I have friends!</title>
    <published>2002-03-31T12:55:17Z</published>
    <updated>2002-03-31T12:55:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Guys, I know you're excited, but please, keep it down to a dull roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter all! Oh, I know you thought you'd never see my pretty face again but here it is, holding itself high and showing the world that I, Dhani Joeweck, know *exactly* where I put my password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how are we all? I want ANYONE who turns up here (random or otherwise) to comment, comment, comment. Because I Never Get Any! And I never get any email, either, any more. So send me some. Okay? Das is gut. You know where I'm going now, with my over-rides and all? To find a pic! Ta-ra!</content>
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    <title>down the yellow brick roa-oa-oad....</title>
    <published>2002-02-11T10:04:47Z</published>
    <updated>2002-02-11T10:04:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the sound of my sinuses emptying themselves/Elton John</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Oh, I'm listening to an Elton John record. Could I be any more gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that topic, I was at home yesterday to officially supervise the painting of the kitchen [[and to make sure that the HB didn't start trying to join in like last time]] when the HB herself, who was sitting on my lap, rudely interrupted my *comecloserformysightispoor* bit and poked me in the eye [[aren't kids great? Oh, I want at least twenty five]] and said "What's gay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err. I looked suspiciously at my parents, who did the patented little embarrassed cough/laugh, and my dad said "It means happy, Hannah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she poked me in the other eye [[completely true, though impossibly unlucky, she's the only one in our family with any kind of aim]] and said, "Dhani doesn't look very happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! I *knew* my parents talked about me. Thank God for little girls with big ears. :) Anyway, I said [[quite smugly]] "That's because I'm not GAY, H. I'm bi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she got confused and started waving at me and saying "Bye bye" and it all got very odd. It ended up in me taking her over to the other house and letting Tilly look after her while I went back to bed. Ah, well. A good day's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Will won Pop Idol. I have no freakin' clue how that happened. Honestly don't. I assume that because Gareth was the favourite not as many people bothered to vote for him. I'm pleased. I think Will's gay, or at least amazingly effeminate, and we need more pop stars like that. Noel from Hear'say simply isn't enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Su. I know you read this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else, what else. Paul Hunter won the snooker. He is, apparently, the sport's 'glamour boy'. Sarah refuted this. I told her she could refute it all she wanted, but it didn't change the fact that he's a lot more attractive than pudgy pasty Matthew Stevens. She got upset. I was nicer after that. Actually Matthew Stevens isn't strictly unattractive, but he just doesn't *do* anything for me. I don't see it, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else, what else. Still ill, but getting better. Oh, Alex wants to do something for Valentine's Day. Er. NO! Duke has advised me against it, and I listen to Duke. And myself, of course. I don't want to go to dinner with Alex because Alex is a prune and he treats me like crap and I have some self-respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, must go, lots of work to do, pah, humbug. I'm just going to eat Hula Hoops and watch crappy old chatshows all day. It's pretty obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhani x</content>
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    <title>Hmm. Might actually not be the fifth today...</title>
    <published>2002-02-07T09:50:22Z</published>
    <updated>2002-02-07T09:50:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>just the sound of me trying to breathe through snot</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I haven't been out of the house since Friday [[it's just a cold, just a cold]] so I'm not sure what the date is. But it's Thursday, anyhow. I *could* work it out... but I can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I've got flu. Pah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like death last Thursday so I didn't go into college or work. Then on Friday I felt a bit better, although I totally lost my voice and was bunged up from the nose north. At the weekend I deteriorated slightly, well, enough to know I wasn't going *anywhere* on Monday. Well, I threw up, but I hadn't eaten anything so it was just kind of... dribbly. Don't you love the detail? And gradually I have got worse since. My mum's been looking after me, bless. Which is just as well, because the furthest I can make it is from my bedroom to the computer [[approx. two feet.]] This makes me cough like my guts are about to come up. And I can't go to sleep, because I can't breathe through my nose and when I try to breathe through my mouth I cough approx. every three seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't life grand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I'm trying to do a whole load of college work [[main word: TRYING]] and running up a large bill on blank videos which I'm taping the snooker on for Dip. Snooker is SO BORING. It really does send you to sleep. I don't know how people can sit for hours watching other people knock little coloured balls into pockets with sticks. And I don't understand how potting more coloured balls into pockets with sticks than anyone else can eventually win you ?190K, either. It's a career I need to totally take up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhani x</content>
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    <title>*laughs like a lunatic*</title>
    <published>2002-01-28T20:40:54Z</published>
    <updated>2002-01-28T20:40:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Bends - Radiohead</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today was prett-y hot. I went to see *gulp* Lord of the Rings (again) tonight. Still crazy. I went to see Duke today too [okay, let me level with you: I'm flunking college, so I may as well flunk it doing something I enjoy, and I enjoy shopping and talking with my friends] and he alerted me to a new punkyfish hoodie [had to have it. I'm a regular joe in it, but then I am anyway! I'm the biggest Joe in the world after all and I have my job again! oh, life, I am fulfilled] and then, after going into Gap and talking to Steven for an hour about his lovely red runners [well, I liked them] I bespied [cool word] a 99p rail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Gap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonders will never cease!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought: 2 hats, three pairs of gloves, some mittens [nothing better for a patient than mittens, and she loved them] and a scarf. I gave one of the hats to Dip as well as the mittens. It's kind of a pull on thing with a yellow stripe and then all these different green stripes. I have the feeling it may become a permanent fixture upon her head. I like it there, as it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else happened since we spoke? Not much. Sarah's getting better [we're getting better, getting better all the time YEAH]. I went to see JEW in the Astoria. Ooh, look at the initials. It's fate. I'm failing college but enjoying my job, and mother doesn't suspect a thing. Bwahahaha! Mirrors has died a death, 'parently. I bought loads of things and wrote loads of songs. I'm not Bob Dylan, but I'm learning. [learning, getting better all the time, YEAH].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for now. Don't want to spoil you... and enough is as good as a feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhani Joe x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, one final thing. I heard Sarah's novel. It's not anywhere finished and it's more of a big, big fan fic. The Stand/Harry Potter/BtVS fandom. I'm enjoying it, but then Nick always was my favorite. He seemed so determinately gay, somehow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-ra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dx</content>
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    <title>*laughs like a lunatic*</title>
    <published>2002-01-28T20:40:08Z</published>
    <updated>2002-01-28T20:40:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Bends - Radiohead</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today was prett-y hot. I went to see *gulp* Lord of the Rings (again) tonight. Still crazy. I went to see Duke today too [okay, let me level with you: I'm flunking college, so I may as well flunk it doing something I enjoy, and I enjoy shopping and talking with my friends] and he alerted me to a new punkyfish hoodie [had to have it. I'm a regular joe in it, but then I am anyway! I'm the biggest Joe in the world after all and I have my job again! oh, life, I am fulfilled] and then, after going into Gap and talking to Steven for an hour about his lovely red runners [well, I liked them] I bespied [cool word] a 99p rail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Gap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonders will never cease!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought: 2 hats, three pairs of gloves, some mittens [nothing better for a patient than mittens, and she loved them] and a scarf. I gave one of the hats to Dip as well as the mittens. It's kind of a pull on thing with a yellow stripe and then all these different green stripes. I have the feeling it may become a permanent fixture upon her head. I like it there, as it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else happened since we spoke? Not much. Sarah's getting better [we're getting better, getting better all the time YEAH]. I went to see JEW in the Astoria. Ooh, look at the initials. It's fate. I'm failing college but enjoying my job, and mother doesn't suspect a thing. Bwahahaha! Mirrors has died a death, 'parently. I bought loads of things and wrote loads of songs. I'm not Bob Dylan, but I'm learning. [learning, getting better all the time, YEAH].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for now. Don't want to spoil you... and enough is as good as a feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhani Joe x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, one final thing. I heard Sarah's novel. It's not anywhere finished and it's more of a big, big fan fic. The Stand/Harry Potter/BtVS fandom. I'm enjoying it, but then Nick always was my favorite. He seemed so determinately gay, somehow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-ra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dx</content>
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    <title>pah</title>
    <published>2002-01-11T21:57:22Z</published>
    <updated>2002-01-11T21:57:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Moulin Rouge Soundtrack"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"I make such a good statistic. Someone should study me now, just because I'm real" ~ Ani DiFranco, `Fire Door`, donchaknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone rang about ten minutes ago and without beating around the bush I damn near shat my pants. Tilly picking it up and telling me it was my mum didn't help, but it turns out all she wanted to know was did I have my keys because they're going up to see Aunt Kate in Sunderland at the weekend and my washing's still over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation I imagined ran quite differently. I was *convinced* [to hell, let's just say it, Dhani, maybe it'll be better afterward] that she was going to tell me that Paul had rung her and that Dip had died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I heard the entire conversation in my head word for word clear as a bell. I had a vision. I was so fucking sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't have faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that it's wrong to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhani x</content>
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    <title>* hums * it's so hard to explain . . .</title>
    <published>2002-01-11T21:31:04Z</published>
    <updated>2002-01-11T21:31:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Is This IT?"  the Strokes. Rock-a-loo-lah.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"Thankyou for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make Ewan MacGregor dump Eve and marry me instead. [In the Netherlands, obviously, where the people are so much more open minded about these things.] This afternoon I went on what is for me the equivalent of a movie marathon: I watched Moulin Rouge, True Romance and Shrek on DVD. Moulin Rouge because I watched it with Dip before she went into hospital; True Romance because I'm the world's biggest True Romancer [yeah Aimee! We rock! ;o)] and Shrek because I hadn't seen it, and if I watch it with Hanb then I won't really get to see it properly. Tilly watched Moulin Rouge with me, but she went out when True Romance came on because: "Dhani! We've watched this a million times already!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsession is sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went into college even though my courses don't start again until next week. I hate having all this holiday left over! All I do is hang around and everyone else is in work so I have nothing to do. Tomorrow I'm even going into work just 'cause, but in the afternoon I'm going to see Rat Race with Su [I'm looking forward to seeing her again SO MUCH!] and maybe Matthew [although I told him today we were seeing too much of each other and suggested a trial separation... narf] but probably Jeff and maybe even 'Bel. Who knows? Not I, he sayeth, forsooth, not I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so what did I do in college... um...:)) Well, I gave Mark the copy of the tape from yesterday's "sesh" [he's going to copy it for Adam] because some people who actually have nothing to do end up RUNNING around AFTER people who DON'T TURN UP to band practice! *growls menacingly* Then I went up to see John Mitchell... he's my course leader and I always want to call him Joni ::)) Tango'd a little with William [camp as a row of pink tents with "I Am Homosexual" flamboyantly spray-painted on them but a nice bloke] and Tammy, who started giggling and getting dizzy, so I went home *sigh* and was bored again. Ordinarily in these moments I go over to Sarah's!... but no. Couldn't even visit her, don't think I want to, nasty topic, let's skirt around it neatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried making a website on geocities but it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall persist against the harshest conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhani x</content>
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    <title>I wrote! I wrote! I *wrote*!</title>
    <published>2002-01-09T20:04:09Z</published>
    <updated>2002-01-09T20:04:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>nothing. just images of stardom whirling between my ears</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yay me forever and ever, amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band went *really* well tonight. It could have been a sucky practise [like...the sound ain't so hot without a drummer] but I was really pleased. Patrick behaved like a civilized human being. Matthew and I [yes, I] wrote a song! Allen Rock are going to be the biggest band in the world. [And, yes, we've copyright to that name, thank YOU, so no thievery, all right?] The drumming wouldn't have been too good anyway, I don't imagine. I'm glad Sarah's in hospital in a way. If she'd have gone in a day later she would have heard that John Lee [the drummer with Feeder] killed himself, and I think it would have broken her, in a stupid way. [Hey, we deal with terminal illnesses, but keep rock stars deaths out of our picture, okay?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this song. Matthew is AWESOME sometimes. [Always, really. I think I only see half the awesomeness he contains.] The stuff he's been laying down is REALLY good. Well, by our standards, anyway. Compared to, you know, the Edge, he's not so hot, but we're young, we're English, and by God we're going to learn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall here write the name of the song that I wrote. I don't care if someone steals it, to be honest. [Well, I do. I'll be royally pissed off if someone steals it.] What I mean is, I'll know that I wrote it, and wrote it here first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my first ever song, don't expect miracles. [But what a progression from poetry ... lol!] It's not an ode. That's fairly clear. I think some things that people do are cowardly and wrong. I hope that's plain. And I'm getting on my musical high-horse... because I'm such a star! *lmao* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On with the show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SECRETS YOU KEEP &lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Dhani Joeweck&lt;br /&gt;Music: Matthew Ellis-Arnault&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by: An aforementioned thing that happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this girl, she told me what to do&lt;br /&gt;Close your pretty eyes and think it through&lt;br /&gt;I knew this guy and he knew what to say&lt;br /&gt;Hang around and see it through another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open the door&lt;br /&gt;Hang up your life&lt;br /&gt;And don't you worry any more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secrets you keep&lt;br /&gt;Aren't yours any more &lt;br /&gt;And by holding a gun&lt;br /&gt;You've opened the door&lt;br /&gt;You burn in black ash&lt;br /&gt;And the sky turns grey&lt;br /&gt;You're not around to tell us now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another day  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell us now what we are all to do&lt;br /&gt;Should we give in to life and be like you&lt;br /&gt;The worries that you hid are open now&lt;br /&gt;You'll see it streaming over paper crying out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open up the door&lt;br /&gt;Hang up your life&lt;br /&gt;And don't you worry any more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secrets you keep &lt;br /&gt;Are ours forever &lt;br /&gt;They stopped being secrets&lt;br /&gt;And ended never&lt;br /&gt;Immortality through a barrel in your mouth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secrets you keep&lt;br /&gt;Aren't yours any more &lt;br /&gt;And by holding a gun&lt;br /&gt;You've opened the door&lt;br /&gt;You burn in black ash&lt;br /&gt;And the sky turns grey&lt;br /&gt;You're not around to tell us now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another day &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully someone will help me with this webbie deal because I really want to make one for Sarah. I told Tilly and she was impressed. I really think it is the first unselfish thing I've ever done in my life, and I hope from now on I can cease to be so spoilt and start thinking about deeper things in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhani x</content>
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    <title>I wrote! I wrote! I *wrote*!</title>
    <published>2002-01-09T20:04:07Z</published>
    <updated>2002-01-09T20:04:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>nothing. just images of stardom whirling between my ears</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yay me forever and ever, amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band went *really* well tonight. It could have been a sucky practise [like...the sound ain't so hot without a drummer] but I was really pleased. Patrick behaved like a civilized human being. Matthew and I [yes, I] wrote a song! Allen Rock are going to be the biggest band in the world. [And, yes, we've copyright to that name, thank YOU, so no thievery, all right?] The drumming wouldn't have been too good anyway, I don't imagine. I'm glad Sarah's in hospital in a way. If she'd have gone in a day later she would have heard that John Lee [the drummer with Feeder] killed himself, and I think it would have broken her, in a stupid way. [Hey, we deal with terminal illnesses, but keep rock stars deaths out of our picture, okay?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this song. Matthew is AWESOME sometimes. [Always, really. I think I only see half the awesomeness he contains.] The stuff he's been laying down is REALLY good. Well, by our standards, anyway. Compared to, you know, the Edge, he's not so hot, but we're young, we're English, and by God we're going to learn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall here write the name of the song that I wrote. I don't care if someone steals it, to be honest. [Well, I do. I'll be royally pissed off if someone steals it.] What I mean is, I'll know that I wrote it, and wrote it here first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my first ever song, don't expect miracles. [But what a progression from poetry ... lol!] It's not an ode. That's fairly clear. I think some things that people do are cowardly and wrong. I hope that's plain. And I'm getting on my musical high-horse... because I'm such a star! *lmao* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On with the show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SECRETS YOU KEEP &lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Dhani Joeweck&lt;br /&gt;Music: Matthew Ellis-Arnault&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by: An aforementioned thing that happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this girl, she told me what to do&lt;br /&gt;Close your pretty eyes and think it through&lt;br /&gt;I knew this guy and he knew what to say&lt;br /&gt;Hang around and see it through another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open the door&lt;br /&gt;Hang up your life&lt;br /&gt;And don't you worry any more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secrets you keep&lt;br /&gt;Aren't yours any more &lt;br /&gt;And by holding a gun&lt;br /&gt;You've opened the door&lt;br /&gt;You burn in black ash&lt;br /&gt;And the sky turns grey&lt;br /&gt;You're not around to tell us now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another day  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell us now what we are all to do&lt;br /&gt;Should we give in to life and be like you&lt;br /&gt;The worries that you hid are open now&lt;br /&gt;You'll see it streaming over paper crying out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open up the door&lt;br /&gt;Hang up your life&lt;br /&gt;And don't you worry any more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secrets you keep &lt;br /&gt;Are ours forever &lt;br /&gt;They stopped being secrets&lt;br /&gt;And ended never&lt;br /&gt;Immortality through a barrel in your mouth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secrets you keep&lt;br /&gt;Aren't yours any more &lt;br /&gt;And by holding a gun&lt;br /&gt;You've opened the door&lt;br /&gt;You burn in black ash&lt;br /&gt;And the sky turns grey&lt;br /&gt;You're not around to tell us now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another day &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully someone will help me with this webbie deal because I really want to make one for Sarah. I told Tilly and she was impressed. I really think it is the first unselfish thing I've ever done in my life, and I hope from now on I can cease to be so spoilt and start thinking about deeper things in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhani x</content>
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    <title>It's Oh So Quiet....ssh, ssh...  *R* ish... rude thoughts, Dhani, you baaaad boy.</title>
    <published>2002-01-08T20:35:28Z</published>
    <updated>2002-01-08T20:35:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Atomic: the best of Blondie</lj:music>
    <content type="html">*taps fingers in a bored and irritating manner*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I got out of bed at half past ten. (In the MORNING. Believe me I'm as suprised as you are.) Then, I went over to Sarah's to see if I could generally buzz around being a nuisance (I could) and to see if I could help out with the new kitchen (I couldn't, but the fitters were cute.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah went into hospital for two o'clock so this afternoon I bummed around town doing not much. I went into Lounge Lizard to see Duke ("Dhani! My mannnnn!" I think he used to be on Starsky and Hutch) and scab some free condoms (you just never know when your luck will turn.) There was a niiiice looking guy in there (sideburns just do it for me, y'know?) but he was with a girl (equally nice looking, but swinging is out of the question as I have no partner to swap. Threesomes equally welcome-ooh! I should've put an *R* rating on this... wait a sec... it's okay, the rude bit finishes here.)  Then I went home. Ho-hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College starts on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*somuchworktodopanicpanicPANICGODDAMNYOU* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAARGHHHHHHHHSEEEEHEEHSHSHSHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I'll have company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Sam beat me at Playstation at lunchtime (no job! no school! he's wasting his dull and insignificant existence doing NOTHING! enough exclamation marks!!! you can never have enough!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) I went home, where my mum fussed over me, fed me, asked me if I had any washing and discreetly yet somehow nosily enquired after Paul and Kate's kitchen. "Ooh, perhaps I'd better go over and see if they need a hand cleaning up," she said. She's so nosey, I swear. Mothers. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Aladdin with Hanberry (and Snu, of course) and then I came home and watched Eastenders... and nattered with Tilly for a while (she's gone out with Jason now) and... er.. that's it. So here I am! Isn't my life great and soooo interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you say college starts again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhani x</content>
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    <title>So it is written, so Shall it be done!</title>
    <published>2002-01-06T20:56:55Z</published>
    <updated>2002-01-06T20:56:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>chewy chewy chewy chewy...</lj:music>
    <content type="html">HI AL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(On Sazzle's comp, so won't stay 4 long.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see, what to write, what to write...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hums don't cry for me argentina*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to write!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore Sarah's livejournal. I never cry, being so manly and macho and stuff. :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhani x</content>
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    <title>so here it is, merry xmas, everybody's having fun...</title>
    <published>2001-12-16T20:47:04Z</published>
    <updated>2001-12-16T20:47:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Alanis Morrissette -- Jagged Little Pill (I'm tortured!)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Wow, I love Slade. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am with my very own livejournal! Originally I wanted an ID because I wanted to read other people's diaries (nosy, I know) but I've progressed beyond that (mainly because of the whole "shiny new fad and I want IN!" deal, partly because of the "oh my god, you have to write something to keep this bloody thing") so here are my deepest, darkest thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I share them with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Dhani Joe Elvis. Not really, of course. I'm Dhani Joeweck, son of a painter man. *grin* Love ya, Pop. I have one sister. Her name is Hannah and she is a brat but I love her, too. Curse my softness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have blue eyes and no hair. What hair I did have was blond, in keeping with my stereotype. *grin* I shaved it off to enrage my mother! Oh, I'm such a teenager. *seventeen, still mamma's baby boy* :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bisexual to the point of turning more towards men than women, although I do find some women attractive, just more men than women. More than you needed to know, eh? Bwaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must dash, er, nothing more to say today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D x</content>
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