Isis' Journal

5:56pm: I know its been said, many times, many ways...
... MERRY CHRISTMAS to you! Happy Christmas Eve, eve everybody! :)

Now that that's out of the way :)

Just waiting for my mates to come round in a couple of hours for a christmas party to exchange our secret santas and all be together for the first time in months. Looking forward to it! Pity the snow's melted though, was thinking of arranging a snowball fight...

Just wish I could get more into the christmas spirit, I don't really feel excited enough yet. I think putting up some more decorations and wrapping the presents I've bought should help, I think I'll do that now.....

And of course the compulsory quiz :)


You're just the happy go-lucky type. You might have
your pet peeves, but other than that, you're
mainly calm. Blending in with your
surroundings, you're the type of person who
everyone likes. Usually it's you who cracks
jokes at social gatherings - after all,
laughter is the best medicine. Sometimes you
pretend to be stupid, but in all actuality, you
could be the next Einstein.


What Type of Soul Do You Have ?
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6:45pm: Just a little quiz to pass the time...
I nicked this from Kiba's blog, hope you don't mind :)

*. . . WOULD YOU RATHER . . .*
1) pierce your nose or tongue? Nose
2) be serious or be funny? Funny
3) drink whole or skim milk? Whole milk! drinking some right now :)

* . . . ARE YOU . . .*
4) simple or complicated? More complicated than others think, more simple than I'd like to believe

* . . . DO YOU PREFER . . . *
5) flowers or angels? Flowers
6) grey or gray? grey
7) color or black-and-white photos? Depends, I love artistic black-and-whites of some of my friends, but in most casual pictures, colour is best
8) lust or love? I can't have both?
9) sunrise or sunset? Sunrise
10) M&Ms or Skittles? Skittles
11) rap or rock? Tough one, I'm swayed to rock atm
12) staying up late or waking up early? Staying up late, I've never gotten up before 9am before
13) TV or radio? Radio winds by a fraction
15) eating apples or oranges? Apples - English Coxes :)

* . . . ANSWER TRUTHFULLY . . . *
16) Do you have a crush? Possibly
17) Who is it? No comment officer

* . . . DO YOU PREFER . . . *
18) being hot or cold? cold
19) tall members of the opposite sex? Ummm, yes please...
20) sun or moon? They're both quite important!
21) emeralds or rubies? Emeralds
22) left or right? a little left of centre
23) having 10 acquaintances or 1 best friend? 1 best friend
24) sun or rain? Sun and Rain at the same time
25) vanilla ice cream or chocolate ice cream? Vanilla
26) boys or girls? Some nice boys, if you happen to have any lying around...
27) green beans or carrots? green beans
28) low fat or fat free? ---does not compute---

* . . . MISCELLANEOUS . . . *
29) What is your biggest fear in the world? being helpless
30) Kids? Couldn't eat a whole one
31) Cat or dog? Dog
32) Half empty or half full? Either way it looks like I need another. Barkeep!?...
33) Mustard or ketchup? Ketchup
34) Hard cover books or soft cover books? Soft covers, they take up less room in your bag
35) Newspaper or magazine? Magazines
36) Sandals or sneakers? *Trainers*
37) Wonder or amazement? Amazement, but wonder is pretty good too
38) Red car or white car? Is this like 'Red lorry, Yellow lorry'?
39) Happy and poor or sad and rich? Happy and poor, but money can make a miserable life much more agreeable, who said that again?
40) Singing or dancing? I can't sing a note, but both are pretty essential
41) Hugging or kissing? Again, can't I have both? :(
42) Corduroy or plain? Ummm, denim?
43) Happy or sad? Happy hopefully
44) Purple or green? Green
45) Blondes, brunettes? Brunettes

* . . . ABOUT YOU . . . *
46) What time is it? 6.57pm
47) Name? Sarah
48) Nicknames: Coxxy, Cox-O-Cube, Sarie, Tree Master etc...
49) Names and ages of siblings? None
50) Number of candles that appeared on your last birthday cake? about 8 I think
51) Date that you regularly blow them out? Around January 5th usually, but my birthday's the 3rd
52) Pets? Silkey, I love that bad-tempered bastard Shamone!
53) Height? 5' 6" 1/2 (the half is v. important)
54) Eye color? Blue
55) Hair color? Reddish Brown
56) Piercing(s)? None

* . . . WHAT DO YOU WANT . . . *
57) Where do you want to live? As many places as possible
58) How many kids do you want? two, as long as I can find a decent Nanny to look after the bastards...
59) What kind of job do you want? Haven't decided yet, just one I'm good at and one in which I cn help people... seriously! Stop laughing!
60) Do you want to get married? If I meet the right guy, why not?

* . . . WHICH IS BETTER . . . *
61) 2 doors or 4 (on a car)? 4 please, my arse always hangs out the back of my jeans when I crawl into 2 door cars... Its not pleasent ah tell thee.
62) Coffee or ice cream? Ice cream, coffee is my kryptonite!
63) Shampoo or conditioner? I desperately need both!
64) Bridges or tunnels? Tunnels
65) One pillow or two? two

* . . . WORD ASSOCIATION . . . *
66) Rock? with you
67) Crying? on my own
68) Roses? Chocolate :)
69) Summer? Beach... not in a 'Home & Away' way you understand.
70) Winter? Padded coats

* . . . FAVORITES . . . *
71) Salad dressing? Salad? You don't know me too well do you?
72) Color of socks? Currently pink toes and black and white cow spots
73) Toothpaste? Asda's own make
74) Food? Sandwiches
75) Toothbrush? Plain blue from Asda (where I get all my toothcare essentials :)
76) Alcoholic drink? JD and Coke, Carling and lime, Guiness, Steigl, taboo and lemonade, Smirnoff Black, Orange juice and vodka, orange shit, blue shit, orange-and-blue shit mixed together, chocolate orgasms, you're asking the wrong person really, I'd suck the alcohol out of a deoderant stick...
77) Non-alcoholic drink? Usually a shed load of water following the above

* . . . RANDOM QUESTIONS . . . *
78) When was your last hospital check-in? Never
79) Where do you see yourself in 10 years? Hopefully not here!
80) Have you ever been convicted of a crime? Nothing they could get to stick!
81) What do you do most often when you are bored? Listen to music
82) Are you open minded? Less so than I'd like to be
83) Can you be in love with two people at the same time? I'd say so, but its never happened to me.

8:36pm: Just some quizzes because I'm lazy....
Just downloading 'Pirates of the Carribean', and thinking of my halloween costume this year being Johnny Depp/Jack Sparrow :)

Either that or Ursa Major or the Silver Catsuit on this website page - http://www.partydomain.co.uk/d-commerce/page50.html
Or as Tinkerbell on this page - http://www.partydomain.co.uk/d-commerce/product1761.html


You are Form 0, Phoenix: The Eternal.

"And The Phoenix's cycle had reached
zenith, so he consumed himself in fire. He
emerged from his own ashes, to be forever
immortal."

Some examples of the Phoenix Form are Quetzalcoatl
(Aztec), Shiva (Indian), and Ra-Atum
(Egyptian).
The Phoenix is associated with the concept of life,
the number 0, and the element of fire.
His sign is the eclipsed sun.

As a member of Form 0, you are a determined
individual. You tend to keep your sense of
optomism, even through tough times and have a
positive outlook on most situations. You have
a way of looking at going through life as a
journey that you can constantly learn from.
Phoenixes are the best friends to have because
they cheer people up easily.


Which Mythological Form Are You?
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And I don't know how accurate this one is...


Ah, the cream of the crop. You're the fantasy of
game boys around the world and the prime object
of fanfiction romances. The pure, sweet girl
who goes against the big meanie for the world
she loves. One of you almost died for it...
luckily, someone else went in your place.
You're a bit too naive, though, and people can
easily take advantage of you. Learn to believe
in your abilities and stand up for yourself now
and then.



Example of an Innocent: Yuna.


What female stereotype of Final Fantasy(ps) are you?
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Your Captain Jack Sparrow
You're not always clear when you say something, but
you are trustworthy.


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12:44am: With how Uni's going I thought this icon was most appropriate...
Just did this quiz, shockingly accurate results...

Sarah Cox spins tunes as DJ Pulsating Bootie Get your dj name @ Quiz Me

I've just been slogging through the long list of people I have to email. I've been so out of touch since my computer broke, but I'm making a concentrated effort to stay in regular contact with people now I'm back online. If anyone here wants an email, just post a comment at the bottom of this and you have written permission to give me a slap if you dont get one in a couple of days. Notice that sneaky way of trying to get more comments? Msg me, msg me, msg me!!!

Reading Douglas Coupland's Girlfriend in a Coma at the moment, I'm liking it a lot. That's the height of my insightful literary criticism for tonight :)

1:15am: I just thought I'd post this because it'll give a giggle to anyone who knows me :)

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4:24am: Rumours of my demise have been severly exaggerated...
I'm alive!...

Hi everyone, or any of my mates you still use their livejournal and happen across this posting - don't be shy, reply :) I'll be entering in a post on where I've been for the past forever soon, but first I've got to go to bed because it's late and I've had no sleep in days :(

- Love Sarah

11:31pm: T-minus 1 day and counting!
Okay, I'm back to hell (school) on Wednesday, and I've done no work! Argh! But at least I have no exams until next week.

It was my birthday on Friday, I'm 18 now! I can do all the things I was too young to do before but... did anyway... Hmmmm. So I dragged Bunnysdog shopping to spend my sudden wealth of birthday cash :) Bought far too much sales stuff to sum up here, but here's the basic list...

Lots of T Shirts
A few of pairs of jeans
4 pairs of shoes
2 Buffy Boxsets
A few of CDs

Sorry joey_emma, don't mean to rub my money in your face, but I've spent it all now so I'm back to being poor again :)

Anyway, my party on friday night rocked mightily :) I can't remember all of what happened, so that must be a good sign :)

Oh and madeofmagic, I'll text you later about coming to Kent. I don't know about clubbing because I'll be getting there on Monday the 4th of Feb, probably in the afternoon and leaving Wednesday lunchtime. But we should definitely hang out, I miss you little one :)

Okay, I'm being harased into helping my dad with the DVD player. I'll think of something funny to say tomorrow :)

And According to playmash.com

"You will live in Apartment.
You will drive a purple VW Beetle.
You will marry Michael Vartan and have 1 kids.
You will be a actor in Madrid."

heh heh!!!

Oh, btw, quizzes :)

Who 's Your Inner Sexy Cartoon Chick ?
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- Lots of Love, Isis

8:03pm: MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!
I'm headed down my friend's to give out the last of my presents for people, and I have a cool new beret to wear in on way too :) Hey look guys, i'm french! Bonjour... uhhh, boucoup?

I got plenty of cool CDs today and the presents from my family in Ireland are being left til tomorrow to be opened. I should get to go birthday shopping in the sales. Lots of presents for me ;)

Went to Church last night for carol singing and mass. While I appreciated the new Priest teaching us other Christmas I miss not doing more of the traditional hymns. Where's my Good King Wencelas dude?

Have wonderful days everyone!
Lots of Love, Sarah

6:08pm: "I don't think we're in Newcastle anymore, Toto..."
Okay, just thought I'd write a little about my trip into the unknown wilds of London last weekend.

Brid and I went to London to see Shakira in concert on monday night. We stayed with her brother in Hackney and spent a great deal of time wandering aimlessley around, not really knowing where we wanted to go and getting very lost. We were an hour late for Shakira, so probably missed the first half hour of her preformance. It wasn't my fault, honset! Everyone told us that the closest station to Wembley Arena was Marlebone... no, clearly it's Wembley park... that's why it's called Wembley!!!

Anyway, the concert was great, she performed a lot of her spanish stuff, which is better than most of her english songs IMO. Ohhh, I love you Shakira, the desire to dye my hair blonde and speak in incomprehensible metaphores is almost too strong! But I will resist!

We also went to Camden and laughed at a really old Superdrug... Well it was funny at the time.

I'm sure I had more to talk about the trip but I can't remember anything else vaguely interesting to say about it :) It'll come back to me...

Anyway, I also had an interview for Northumbria Uni to do Law. The open-day in the morning was good, and so was the buffet they put on was good. But the interview was really informal and only just longer than 5 mins. So either they had a good idea of who they wanted and were just checking that we weren't evil or something. But if the interview was the basis for the people they picked I don't think I got in. It wasn't really a bad interview, just I didn't really get to sell myself 'cause it was so short. Hopefully the intreview for Kent in Feb will be longer, I'm not travelling the entire length of the country for a handshake and a "Thanks for coming".

The launch party for "ARS-y little Christmas" was on Friday. Oh the drunken fun! Basically my 'band', Amanda, Rachel and Me decided to record a spoof album of Christmas songs with all of our groups in-jokes written in and played them it as a suprise on Friday. They seemed to like it, at least they laughed in the right places. The track listing is below, and you can get a copy for about 20 pence if you want one :)

1. Introduction
2. 12 days of Christmas
3. I'm dreaming of Lesboda
4. Weaselistic Wonderland
5. Lesboda the Stinkin' teacher
6. Gaston Interlude
7. Feeding a Seagull
8. South Park Interlude
9. When Convo got stuck up the Chimney
10. He must go! He must go! he must go!
11. Weaselistic Wonderland (Funky Remix)
12. Adsa interlude
13. What's ya Christmas Flava?
14. Thankyous
15. Have yourself an ARS-y little Christmas

We also saw LotR2, loved it! Got really sucked into the cheesy bravery and honour speeches :) And the special effects were great. We also had a big championship on DOA2 on the playstation... I *am* the master!

And just 'cause I'm bored... Quizzes!


Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?
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What kind of typical high school character from a movie are you?
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In case I don't speak to any of you until then, MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

- Lots of Love, Sarah

P.S. "Hello! I wanna face!"

12:31am: By the way...
I got this for my 'Which BtVS ep are you?' quiz result. Is there something you guys want to tell me?



Which Buffy Episode Are You?
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12:15am: Morning is here! Sunshine is here!!!!
Hey kiddies! How are you all? Sorry I've been MIA for a while so I'm a bit lost on everyones' lives, but I'm going to go and read your LJs in a minute I promise :)

Okay, what's new with me? I've been given offers by Newcastle Uni to study Law, and Sheffield to do Law and Spanish next year. And I've got interviews for Northumbria (18th Dec) and Kent (5th Feb). I haven't heard back from Warwick or Nottingham, but I don't expect to get in there.

I'm coming to London next weekend, so all of you from that area better watch out :) I'm going on Saturday with a friend of mine and we should b staying at her brother's, and we're coming back Tuesday 17th. It'll be good to have a break from the stress of college, i've constantly got piles of essays to do. Although I suppose it would help if I actually got off my lazy arse and did some of it :) How exciting! And all the Christmas stuff will be up! Yay!

Oh and by the way, did oyu all notice its almost Christmas!? Ahhh, I *love* Christmas, I'm the official Christmas Bunny! I get far too overly excited about Christmas.

Okay, clearly *I've* had too much to drink tonight. Talk to you all soon.

- Love Sarah

11:06pm: Assault on the Bronze!
Okay, i've just been talking with Bunnysdag and we've decided to launch an invasion on the Bronze by all of us old bronzers who've lost touch.

Okay, it's getting a little late for me to be thinking of anything else of interest to say :) So just post a comment if you're interested.

- Love Coxy

8:20pm: Can't be bothered to be original so...

What Do You Wear to Bed?

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Colour Quiz

Your Existing Situation
Active, outgoing, and restless. Feels frustrated by the slowness with which events develop along the desired lines. This leads to irritability, changeability, and lack of persistence when pursuing a given objective.

Your Stress Sources
The existing situation is disagreeable. Has an unsatisfied need to ally herself with others whose standards are as high as her own, and to stand out from the rank and file. Her control of her sensual instincts restricts her ability to give herself, but the resulting isolation leads to the urge to surrender and allow herself to merge with another. This disturbs her. as such instincts are regarded as weaknesses to be overcome; she feels that only by continued self-restraint can she hope to maintain her attitude of individual superiority. Wants to be loved or admired for herself alone; needs attention, recognition, and the esteem of others.

Your Restrained Characteristics
Remains emotionally unattached even when involved in a close relationship.
Circumstances are forcing her to compromise, to restrain her demands and hopes, and to forgo for the time being some of the things she wants.

Your Desired Objective
Needs to feel identified with someone or something and wishes to win support by her charm and amiability. Sentimental and yearns for a romantic tenderness.

Your Actual Problem
Greatly impressed by the unique, by originality, and by individuals of outstanding characteristics. Tries to emulate the characteristics she admires and to display originality in her own personality

Your Actual Problem #2
Has a fear that she might be prevented from achieving the things she wants. This leads her to employ great personal charm in her dealings with others, hoping that this will make it easier for her to reach her objectives.

4:41pm: "Awww, look at you, all movitated..."
hey, thanks for the icon above Lauren :) I finally updated, yay!

and AngelF, I was wondering if you could give me a quick lesson in how to put up your own pictures on the LJ for your emotions? I've had the best minds working on it ahem, well, me and lauren :) and we can't figure it out :)

And here are some more tests I nicked off RippedToast's journal :)


Take the Purrsonality Quiz!

SimilarMinds.com Compatibility Test

Your match with RT you are 58% similar you are 89% complementary

How Compatible are You with me?




What Was Your PastLife?




What Spooky Being are You?




What Obscure Animal are you?



Anyway. Today I've been looking into some volunteer programs to travel abroad with. My dad isn't very happy about it though. "No daughter of mine is going to get killed in the wilderness" He says I can go when I have a good job and have settled down and bring a lot of money home, so I can pay for things like walkmans when I break them... Oh yeah, he's alos pissed that I broke my discman btw :)

There are so many wonderful places to travel to like Ghana, Peru, Honduras, Russia, India etc. And yes AngelF, I even found a conservation project in Brisbane :) See, i'm definitely visiting now :)

10:31pm: Heeeeeere's Sarie!
Hey everyone :) This is the first time I'm updating my LJ in ages, but I promise I have been busy at school and I'm finally getting on top of all my work :) And I've just done these two tests I found on other people's LJs, what do you think?

Which Recurring Kevin Smith Character Are You?</b></a> Take the test here

What Planet Are You From?


this quiz was made by The Autist Formerly Known As Tim


Anyway, I've had a good couple of days. The boys beat Sunderland today which is just as well as they've had a crap start to the season and if we'd had our arses kicked by Sunderland I would have never heard the end of it :)

Anyway I went to see 'My Big Fat Greek Wedding' today. Reminded me rather worryingly of my family's big fat Irish weddings... Then went into Newcastle for lunch at Wetherspoon's and watched the match. Then went shopping and got a rather stylin' dress for only £9 and a present for my mate's birthday next weekend.

Oh and I went to see the fortune teller in that little carriage in Newcastle because Anna wanted to have her fortune read and didn't want to go alone. Anyway, I have deduced that everything she 'read' from my palm was based on my clothing. The things she told me that were completely off the mark were that

- well, for starters she thought I was twenty and said I'd be engaged to an older guy I'm kind of seeing now by the time i'm 21. And for those of you listening at home, i'm 17 and there is no older guy :)
- I have expensive taste in clothes. Granted I did look like quite a trendy, but the shoes and cap I was wearing were Anna's, the jeans are 4 years old and the top and jacket were bought in a sale costing £3 and £10 respectively :)
- fair enough, she said I'd not be rich but have have enough money to pay the bills. But she said I'd do office work. Can any of you see me in an office!!!
- She said I'm easily pushed around and let my heart get broken far too easily. Ummm, have any of you *met* me!!?

She said about Anna that she would be rich by the time she was 31 and drive a sports car and have a rich job. UUmmm again, Anna's starting nursing next week, a rewarding career but not exactly well known for the good pay. She also said that Anna had a talent for music and entertainment, which, no offence love, is complete rubbish. Wow, that sounded rude! But yuo know what I mean!

The only thing she told me that was quite right was that when I asked where should I apply to univeristy she said I should study law, which was what I was thinking of doing. But by asking a question about university and not personal relationships like most people, she knew I must be quite career concious and law is incredibly popular, a lot of people consider it as a career. Anyway, what happend to the whole not having much money and working in an office!? :)

Anyway. That's my little rant over. I'm looking into activities to fill up my three month summer in 2003, seeing if there are any projects I can volunteer for that might get me some cheap travel :)

And btw, I've just found a file that Angelique's Faith sent me *years* ago of a Faith video made to the Living Dead Girl, Rob Zombie track. It's the first time I've seen it cause when I first got it my media player woundn't work. Anyway, it's excellent.

okay, I'm running out of things to say. Hope you're all keeping well :)

- Love Sarah

2:00am: Oh Yeah, holidays spent watching cartoons rock :)
Okay, done part 5 of All That Matters, although it's a little bland. Anyway, I'll post it tomorrow.

Quiz of the Day


Which "Saved By The Bell" Character Are You?


:( The holidays are going so fast, and I actually have work to do next this week!!! 3 english essays, some classics corsework, spanish speaking work and revising for everything. But I'll get it done, I always do :)

And I've been planning my next steps towards global domination. Firstly, I need to learn to drive. That way I can take many road trips and survey the countries before I take over. I'm planning Spain, the USA and Australia in 2003... yeah baby :)

3:29pm: Ahhhhh, pain!
Okay, I did a few too many sit-ups yesterday and now I'm in a whole world of pain.. owww! I've also been trying to write more fanfic but it's not co-operating :( Anyway, I feel a nice lie down with some easter eggs is on order after I wash my hair and go to the cemetery with my Mam.

Quiz of the Day What, did you think I was lying? I have nothing better to post, you know?!


Which John Cusack Are You?

12:46am: ::Yawn::
Okay, today was a little boring, didn't do much. Ohh, I bought an Audery Hepburn Video box-set and I have a sudden influx of money (Well, ?42.27, but that's ?42.27 more than I usually have) so I'm planning what to spend it on...

1. A new hoodie
2. A pair of Red shoes (Granted I won't be able to walk in them, but they look wicked cool!)
3. The new Jeniffer Lopez album, J to tha Lo - The Remixes
4. A Mini-Faith, complete with leather jacket from Forbidden Planet. (She's not a doll... She's an action figure!)

I've also been writing the latest chapter of 'All That Matters', it'll be up tomorrow. It's not very good so far so... feedback please :) Oh come on, you know you want to! And I've been taking loads of on-line quizzes to satisfy my self-obsessed needs and to get through all the results I've introduced a new segment to my live journal...

Drum-roll please

Quiz of the Day - Which Disney Princess are You?

Which of the Disney Princesses are you?

Oh yeah, I'm loving disney right now. I really need to watch Mulan, never seen that before, hmmmmmm.


This exercise in disjointed wierdness was brought to you by - Sarah

3:40am: Okay, here's the second part of chapter 4 of the fic I've been writing, "All that matters". The first part has been posted below and the first 3 Chapters are on my site www.geocities.com/isisfanfic/ If you have time to read this please post a comment about what you thought of what you think... please :)



All That Matters (Chapter4)- Good old boys were drinkin' Whiskey and Rye
Part 2


And as their bus journey continued, he found himself replaying the expression in his mind, the machinery of his memory spluttering into action as he tried to look deeper into that image, see something he hadn't picked up on. Gain a little insight into what Faith was feeling. He had never known much about the younger slayer's past, what he had learned had been mostly relayed from Buffy. 17 years old, dead, alcoholic mother, orphan. The Watchers' Council had been strangely reluctant to offer information, never wanting ot explain her past over the telephone. Wesley had a detailed history of Faith's life, a character assassination by the elderly, educated, upper-class watchers who had never met her, but by that time Giles was no longer in the Council's employ and the pompous, younger man refused to share official documents.

In the heindsight of knowing Faith would ally herself with the Mayor, it seemed insanity not to have found out more about the girl who's very life was in his care. But a watcher was never meant to train more than one slayer, often not capable of doing so as it was an unspoken fact that many of them seemed to give up on life, at least in part, after the death of their charge. And even thought their child's premature death was inevitable, no ammount of reason would alleviate their sense of failure that their lack of skill led to the slayer's fatal defeat. Knowing the reason that the current slayer had been called was the death of a watcher's own slayer had a strange way of making their parental love finite. Previous attempts of a watcher trying to train another slayer after the passing of their first had all worked out similarly disasterous. The simple truth was that watchers who trained another girl could not help but view the replacement as just that, a replacement.

Of course this wasn't quite the case with Faith and Buffy, but the outcome was the same. With all his attention turned towards the latter there was never any room for her replacement in the equation. Faith could never could have competed with Buffy in his eyes and he had never really paused to learn much about her.

But now he found himself rapt with curiosity. He turned to her and considered her profilein the stuttering light from various passing street lamps seeping throught the bus window. She had fallen asleep a few miles back, or at least was pretending to, to avoid any further conversation with him about her sudden change of heart.

She was dressed in her signature black leather, jacket and pants, which creaked with the rocking of the vehicle, and a similarly dark vest underneath. He had considered asking her where she aquired the garments, but evenually decided that he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know. She also wore her familiar arrogant swagger. It would seem that her current status as a fugitive hadn't persuaded her to keep her head down, quite the opposite. In fact, it seemed, rather worringly to Giles, that she was looking to get caught.

On casual inspection, due to her dress and demeanour, it would seem that little had changed in Faith from the girl who terrorized Sunnydale two years earlier. But looking closely he could see she had changed greatly. There was a barely noticable frayed-looking scar that ran along the centre of her bottom lip. It was obvious the mark was not from just one incident, but from repeated breaking over a period of time. Her shoulder-length hair was now past her waist and, it wouldn' have suprised him if i hadn't been cut in years. Also any trace of healthy puppy-fat the 17-year old Faith had pocessed had fallen away, it had been replaced with a whip-like thin-ness. Her round, teenage face was now gaunt, and where her vest creeped up over her midriff he could see the slight concave curve of her belly and the artificial shadows case in the tiny valleys between her ribs.

Her head fell to face him causing a small cloud of dust to erupt from the garishly coloured bus seat she was occupying. The small snuffle it ellicited caused her to look almost innocent, but it couldn't quite erase the constant frown she wore like protective armour. He sighed as he realized that even if she did let down her well-practiced emotional barriers he would not be able to spend enough time with her before the ritual to unravel the mystery that was Faith. Giles found this thought made him feel suddenly ill and so he quickly turned back to the book he'd been attempting to read for the past half hour.



Faith however was beginning to grow tired of 'playing possum' and when she felt her companion's attention return to his novel she reluctantly allowed her body to relax into the grafitti-ed seat in preparation for actual sleep. Her last concious thought was of the slow burning pain across her shoulders, the deep groove carved along her back by a bullet from one of the prison guards' guns. And the thought that, as she escaped, she could have run faster.

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Okay, so what did you think? Was the bit when I started going on about watchers and slayers completely stupid? Did you understand the last line, about Faith's bullet wound? Was the whole chapter just boring ramble?

- Love Sarah

8:43pm: Okay, I know I've been neglecting my LJ, but I've been really busy. But I promise I'll catch up with it later. But in main news, I got my A level english module result today and I got an A. Yay me!

But anyway I'm posting this to get it beta-ed before it goes up on the site (www.geocities.com/isisfanfic/). Angelique, Jenn, Lauren... This means you! :)

P.S. This is only half of Chapter 5 of 'All that Matters', I'll type up the rest for tomorrow.

All That Matters - Good old boys were drinkin' Whiskey and Rye


May 15th 2001
22.46 hours

He'd never really liked Jack Daniels. He'd always drunk it, neat, tepid and amber in a cloudy glass. It fitted the fashoinable, tough image he'd portrayed in his youth, but he's never especially enjoyed the taste. He doubted anyone did. There was something deliciously masochistic about looking for the answers to your problems at the bottom of that bottle of burning alcohol. but that hadn't stopped him from drinking it in the past, and it didn't stop him now.

Giles smiled mirthlessly as he brought the neck of the bottle to his lips, letting the liquid fire run along his tongue and trickle down his throat into the tiny, freezing cracks in his chest that he couldn't dislodge. He half rested his aching frame onto the pristine window sill, letting the glass cool him through his carelessly buttoned shirt. The window was slightly ajar allowing the humming of the city bellow to seep into the darkened room, a metallic orchestra or wailing sirens and traffic bleeding together, the atmosphere shifting as the shimmering sun cast long shadows through the streets as it began to slip below the metropolitan skyline and L.A. prepared for nightfall.

He continued to listen to the city's soundtrack as he slumped into a sitting position on the hotel's bed. It was a nice hotel, he would have prefered to have checked into somewhere a little more down-market. A place where the patrons stayed because it was the onle place they could afford, a place here desperation permeated the walls and suited his own mood. Giles dumped the remainer of his clothes into the suitcase that rested open beside him on the bed, there was no point folding them as they were already creased beyond repair. Willow had occupied the room next door until a few hours ago when she had checked out to return to Ground Zero. Sunnydale.

He had accompanied Willow to Los Angeles under the pretense of having to deal with some Council business and the redhead hadn't felt up to arguing or questioning him, glad of the company. He a ticket to fly home at the end of the week to allow Faith to consider his proposition, but he had decided to return earlier. He was almost glad the girl had declined so emphatically, as he had never seriously planned for the eventuality that she should agree to help them. It was more of an escape, shrouded in the less cowardly guise of a mission. An escape from the accusing eyes of the group back in Sunnydale, blaming him for not fulfilling his duties as a Watcher properly, because if he had Buffy would not be dead. Of course Giles was not yet delusional enough to think they actually hated him, more transferred to them the misdeed he blamed himself with. But the children needed leadership now, and as the patriarch of the group he knew he needed to return to face her death, without running away.

But there was also guilt. As his eyes crushed closed an expression of pain marring his face, he pushed the heel of his palm to the bridge of his nose, he saw Faith. Again and again, outrage and pain and dissapointment and anger warred for supremacy across her features as he replayed the day's events. It saddened him to remember the pleading twinge in his voice, begging her to die for the slightest chance of bringing back the girl who had always been the yardstick against which Faith had been measured. He himself admitted to this crime, regarding the blonde and brunette durning training, a feeling of pride blossoming as Buffy drove the younger female back with a well executed combination of moves. //"Everyone always asks 'Why can't you be more like Buffy?' "// Buffy had always been the favorite and as the dark slayer launched her tirade at his charge while she stood 'bound' in unfastened chains, he heard her from his hiding place outside Angel's mansion and couldn't help but wince. //"You get the Watcher... What do I get? Jack-Squat!"// Faith's furious accusations would be a lot easier to shrug off as the ramblings of a self-obbsessed crazy woman if they didn't hit so close to the mark.

Giles reverie was shattered as he suddenly became more aware of someone, something else in the room with him. He tuned out all external sounds and concentrated the last remaining shreds of his senses that hadn't been soaked in whiskey on the far corner of the room. The bed-side lamp bathed him in a warm sepia glow that suddenly seemed insufficient. The light didn't reach the far wall and there were too many dark crevices that could harbour a for much stronger than he. He felt the need to click on the overhead lamp but didn't dare take his darting eyes from the apparent danger.

Then Giles managed to focus on it. A dark shape flitting among the other shadows, moving just slightly differently to the rest. It was completely unnatural, making no sound as it crept, stretched, at home in the darkness, clothed and caressed by shadows and tiny hair-fine glimmers of stark moonlight that reached throught the window. It was like watching a television on mute, only silence coming from the intruder . There was a deliberate muscular grace there and Giles knew he had only percieved it because it wanted him to, because it knew he was hardly a threat. It was pure predator and it paused just a the edge of his inadequate mortal vision.

Giles' left hand had been creeping slightly over the mattress as unobtrusively as possible to reach into his suitcase as he was in the creatures spell, held down by the feeling of its eyes boring into him. Emboldened by its stillness and the years of experience as a watcher flashing through his mind.

Vampires can enter public accomodation like hotel rooms, he remembered as his fingers closed around the compact, loaded crossbow buried under his clothing. Just as well I came prepared.

A short while ago in the blinding pain and panic of Buffy's sacrafice, death might have been a welcome option to him. But now Giles moved in the frenzied panic of survival, the need to live that was genetically inscribed on the hearts of every living creature. He raised the crossbow quickly, a bolt racking from the wooden mechanism with a shot, the sharp noise shocking him to fall back against the bed like the rebound of a gun. Luck more than skill sent the bolt with neat severity at the centre mass of the target. Giles' breath heaved in time with the echo of the shot across the pale painted walls.

Just as he felt his heart-beaat slow it stepped out of the shadows. Pale fingers spun the bolt, unbloodied, caught straight out of mid-air, with an artful grace. Compact muscles flexed across its biceps and shoulders, beling the strength he knew was sheathed inside that petite frame, Her eyes swept downwards to meet his as he lay unmoving against the soft duvet.

Finally, Faith's lips tugged into a smile, dark and warm and dangerous as the whiskey on his breath as she spoke.

"Let's go."

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It was deep into the middle of the night before the pair were well into their journey by coach to Sunnydale, and Giles allowed the rocking humm of the bus beneath him and his own tiredness to relax the bow-tight muscles across his shoulders, and of course, his aprehension of being caught.

He recollected their hurried walk to the bus station, the staccato click of thier footsteps echoing across the high walls of the dirt smeared alleyway, causing a strange detatched ringing in his ears. He had laboured under the weight of his carry case as Faith slipped ahead, dancing in and out of the darkness with her lithe macabre movement as she lead the way. And it was dark by then. The lack of light had brought a chill that curled around his ankles and slipped beneath the hem of his jeans.

The young woman was almost out of his sight as she reached the exit of the alley and waited for him to catch up. They walked out into the space of the street together, uneven, worn-down tarmac collecting pools of oil-stained rain, glimmering water-threads of colour in the sunset's faltering illumination. The sun itself licked fiery tongues against the man-mad horizon, casting long shadows from the pair, who's obscene, gangling limbs and mishapen form reminded him of an Edward Munch painting.

The sun's cooling yellow centre melted outwards, painting a vertical wash of crimson across the skyline, that then morphed upwards into pink, warm purples and finally blue before merging with the rich navy night sky.

"It's beautiful," he commented, his voice seeming to pause briefly in front of his lips as his breath turned to frost before reaching her ears.

"Yeah," she replied, slowing and turning so he could see her face, the warm rays pressing themselves against the pale canvas of her skin. An expression, half wry, half scathing sarcasm settled in the corners of her eyes, "because of all the pollution or some such shit, right?"

The longer they walked the further they got from the cosmopolitan area where Giles had been staying. The people walking at night from restaurants to upscale bars and clubs and the new buildings financed by the rich companies in that area became increasingly scarce as they hurried through the unfamiliar streets. As day let go of the city, retreating from approaching dusk, so did LA's candy-coated appearance of glamour and fame, giving way to something much more sinister. He found himself unconciously speeding up, pressing in on Faith to protect him from whatever they might encounter that he could not fend off himself, whatever creature had scared the citizens of Los Angeles off the streets. But then he came to the shocking reality.

The only parked cars were either burnt out, broken down or involved in drug-deals, and no-one was stupid enough to try and steal those. All the windows overlooking the road were boarded up or had thick, tightly drawn curtains. The inhabitants here turned a blind eye to the violence that went on around them, afraid of the consequences of being witness to the crimes that occoured every night on the street. The only people outside were needle-marked teenagers, some barely more than children, with loud cursing mouths and frightened eyes. The best the future held for them was self destruction, better that then destruction by someone else.

The pair passed a young girl hiding behind a dumpster in a frayed army surplus coat several sizes too large, trying to find some shelter other than the clusters of homeless under a near-by bridge, prime hunting grounds for rapists and dealers. He only noticed her when Faith's sure, metronome footsteps faltered, turning towards the girl before she had even located her form in the dark. She was an emaciated shell of a thing, stringy brown hair streaking her face, legs crooked like an abandoned marionette. Her hazel eyes were smudged with black make-up and illness, and the first tinges of death. She reminded him strangely of a less-fortunate version of the freshmen he used to help when he served as a librarian.

Faith's hair was pulled back for a second, clawed by a sudden gust. A fireball of emotion burst from her features, shocking Giles into stillness. it wasn't an action but an emphatic wave exploding from her. Her chin tipped back slightly, cupids-bow lips parting and shivering as she sucked in a shuddering breath and narrowed her eyes almost as if she were about to sneeze. As quickly as it appeared it subsided, replaced by an emotion he did recognise. He had seen it a dozen times on Buffy's sun-kissed face in the past, the crest-fallen, shell-shocked expression, the physical manifestation of a tiny piece of her innocence chipping off and dying. He saw it when she first discovered that evil was not just written on the minds of the undead, but of human beings also. The fact that some of the worst misdeeds were perpetrated by those with souls and heartbeats was a revelation that Buffy couldn't fully accept.

But Faith had no such delusions, knew it to be true in every way that was possible. She had learned, with difficulty, that the mortal world was not her battlefield, the evil of man was not one she could fight in any other way than on the most personal level, her own evil. So her emotion was tempered by resignation. She had seen a hundred copies of this girl in many different cities. The demons who haunted these people were human, and killing all the vampires in the world wasn't going to improve their lives any.

3:01pm: We are top of the league, Said we are top of the league!
Well, this is the first LJ entry in a while, just to let you all know I'm still alive :)

Today I'm going to write a letter to Emily to send with her much delayed last years christmas present. I'm also writing a short Faith-style christmas fic as a present for my my faith-fan internet buddies.

I'll also be typing up chapter4 of "All that Matters"

-Love Sarah

6:54pm: New fic
Okay, after much business, finally got around to writing this up. it's still pretty rough and I haven't read trough it yet, but I'd love to hear your feed back. This one goes inbetween the two parts I've already posted, after the epilogue, but just before Giles' visit. Enjoy

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All That Matters - Premonitions


May 14th 2001
03.47 hours

She winced as she stepped over the threshold, placing her foot down lightly as if she were walking on egg-shells. The whole house seemed filled with light as she stood at the foot of the stair, looking into the well-decortated, roomy lounge and dining room on either side of her. She felt as her very presense polluted and dirtied the pristine home, her black leather pants and jacket, even her hair were a dark smudge on the suburban household. She gingerly placed a heavily-booted foot on the first step, grimacing as the soft carpet crushed under her sole and the floor boards groaned loudly through the quiet hallway.

She paused there, both reluctant to make any further sound and to take in the scene around her. It was a family's house. School books were strewn on the rich oak dinning table along with empty ceral bowls that had been left, forgotten to be taken into the kitchen to be washed. Open magazines were laying haphazardly on the couch to her left and various jumpers and pairs of shoes had also been abandoned in that area. It was as if life in the house had been stopped at a particular moment, the people removed and whatever they had been doing, leaving perfectly preserved snapshots in time.

Although the house was clean and well kept, she got the impression that the home she was trespassing in was usually neater that is had been left. It wasn't really an impression, it was more concrete, a cross between knowlegde and memory. The same thing that gave her a mental image of the expertly manicured lawn, precise grey footpath slabs, attractively painted red door and picture-perfect suburban street, even thought she had no recolection of approaching the house before she entered. A recent event had suddenly interupted the routine in this building, and she had an incling of remeberence of the occourance, like a name that was on the tip of her tongue, but just was just beyond her reach. Also she was certain that she had not been told about it or witnessed the event first-hand.

She found herself nearing the top of the straight staircase, unsure of when she had begun moving upwards. She glided, all previous clumsyness gone. Her arms were held out at her sides, palms outward, trailing along the wall to her right and the banister to her left. Her fingers tapped lightly on the stair spindles as she climbed, a more melodic version of a cup on jail bars, and the calloused pad of her thumb traced the lines and whirls on the embossed wallpaper.

She swayed dreamily as she reached the landing, bereaved of the support, or at least the imagined suport of the rail. Her eyes scanned slowly over the corridor, finding it difficult to register any information, the synapses in her brain reluctant to function properly. Her gaze finally stopped on the door to the room at the far end of the hall, but it took her a few minutes to put her finger on what had drawn her to it. The door was half open and beyond it, the interior of the room was carpeted in fresh green grass, perfectly moved, except where it had grown slightly longer at the base of two identical-looking grey slabs of stone jutting out of the earth, too symetrically cut to be naturally occuring. A deep feeling of loss tingled at the base of her spine uncomfortably as she looked at them. She tilted her head so it was resting almost opn her shoulder, regarding the room with a morbid intrest. There was a far-distant tugging on her senses that this probably wasn't normal for yuor average bedroom decoration. But a movement down the at other end of the hall caught her attention and she shrugged the feeling off with nothing more than a curious pout.

Turning on heel, her mahogany eyes squinted, focusing on the white-tipped paws that blended in with the pale carpet and contrasted against the dark body they were attatched to. She was staring at the rear end of a cat. A tiny kitten that rubbed contentedly against the skirting board, it's black tail flicking around the edge of the doorframe as its small head nudged open another bedroom doow. She followed, her brow splitting into a frown. the starnge feeling of uneasiness was approaching again. She felt the need to throw open the door, slayer training kicking into gear, to assess what lay beyond the boundary that created such a sense of wrenching danger in her that her hands rose unbidden in defence. But more tangible was the reverance that made her open it slowly. Made her give warning to the room's inhabitant that she was about to enter.

She hissed as sunlight streamed through an open window over-looking the bed, flinching, eyes screwing shut in defence. It took a few seconds before she felt sufficiently well adjusted to the light to risk prying open one khol-rimmed eye. It was much easier to ignore the light as it burned through her eyelids, cuting through them and scorching her contracted pupils, but still she forced the other to open too. Bright after-image dots danced behind her eyes, like flourescent splashes of paint as she stood blinking at nothing but a brilliantly white, blank screen until colours and shapes started to materialized and her vision returned to normal.

Then she saw her, standing to the side of the bed, gloden and peaceful, framed in the sunlight from the window, smiling fondly at nothing in particular.

"There you are!" she exclaimed warmly, putting down a shirt she was holding. "I heard you come in, I was wondering when you were going to come up."

"I didn't know you heard me."

"Oh I knew you'd be coming along sooner or later Faith," she said smiling and indicated behind her. "Will you help me with some of this stuff?"

For the first time Faith noticed the large, brown suitcase opened on the bed, filled to bursting with clothing of every colour and style, including cute pastle outfits that only her companion could get away with. "Where are you goin' B? Why do you need all this?"

"Well I don't know exactly what I'll need, just getting some last minute things before I go," she sighed, hands on hips, staring at the case happily. "Oh, hey Miss Kitty!" Buffy cried in a sing-song voice.

The tiny cat had clawed it's way up the patchwork quilt and circled the suitcase warily before purring contentedly into the blonde's outstretched palm. "Well if your'e going," she paused, guesturing stiffly with her arms, "then who's going to look after the cat?"

"She's growing up now, she doesn't need me to look after her anymore. it's a pity you couldn't have been here to teach her to play with string and give her catnip like you were supposed to, but it's like you said," Buffy explained, a look of nostalgia corssed her face as her eyes fixed on Faith's, " 'Aren't these things suposed to take care of themselves?' " Faith didn't have an answer for that, her bottom lip quirking as she stared at her sister slayer.

Suddenly a light gust blew through the open window, lifting raven curls away from her face for a second. "I can close that if you want," the blonde motioned with her thumb at the window. "I mean, if your'e sure you want me to." Faith shook her head slowly, transfixed by the everchanging surface of the sun outside, morphing from flames to liquid marble in appearance. The sunlight that shone through the curtain-less glass was far too bright, searing her bare cheeks and forehead, catching her nose, burning the pale skin there, making the blood boil just below the surface. Couldn't Buffy feel it?

Her companion didn't seem to mind it, reveled even in the way the light warmed her back and showed off her healthy complexion. And as Buffy stepped towards her and reached a hand up to touch her face the light grew brighter still, more unforgiving so that Faith felt as if her veins were on fire, turning her bones to crumbling charcoal. Her head pounded and her brain screamed for mercy as her optical pathways sizzled with the overload. But she would not relent, squinting to keep the other girl in her sight. And as the Golden Slayer's sillhouhet was scorched from her vision, she heard her voice, patient and infinitely calm, as clear as day...

"Are you ready?"


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Faith spasamed with the physical pain of the damage caused by the light. Only did she stop when the strength of her own movements caused her forehead to collide with the unyielding steel of her cellmate's bunk above, nearly knocking her unconcious. It took at least 10 minutes before her blood stopped smacking against her eardrums so loudly that she couldn't hear anything else, to realize she was still in jail. The entire event and her strange conversation with the other slayer had just been a dream, if not a strange one.

She decided that the dream, as well as its unusual symbolism, like most other things involving Buffy were better off being left alone, and curled into a fetal position, waiting for sleep. But that couldn't explain the sensation of certain dread that shivered through her marrows and lodged painfully against her heart for the duration of the night.

11:02pm: Zzzzzzzz....
Tired-ness....

This getting up early and, like, working's taking a while to settle in. Kinda tired which is good, so that means I should fall straight asleep, instead of being really tired and lying awake for hours. I'm also thinking of taking on another AS level if I can. Critical thinking. It's just one lesson a week and you do no work. It would stop me doing drama, but I'm not mad crazy about doing that, as it's taught by the wierd english teachers and will be crap.

See you all tomorrow when I actually have time :)

-love Sarah

P.S. Naomi, thanks for the concern, but I'm okay. Just boring school stuff :)

10:24pm: Ugh.....
Okay, I'm going now. I got no sleep last night and I have to do my hair before I go to bed, damn you school. I have to get ready and that! I could sit in the same pair of pyjamas for days! Although I think my parents are glad I've ben forced to bathe again, I'm not attracting as many rats as I was before...

10:09pm: Lessons, Lectures and Lesboda odour...
Okay, it's the night after the first day back at school...

I started sixth-form today. Got the bus early so I could meet my friends before school in the bus station, listening to my tunes on my walkman so I was in a pretty good mood. Okay, for the first time in my life I've been on time for something and none of my friends are there! Anyway, they show us soon enough, bla, bla, bla and we all walk to school together.

We get to this strange, unchartered territory. I think it's called the sixth form common room, ro something. Where we wait until Lesboda-Clair shows up and tells us our form classes. Worst of all, I get Miss Elliot. Which isn't too bad as she is absoultely mad and I'll be able to get away with murder, but, what's worse, I only know Joanna (a quiet girl in a different social group to me), we end up sitting together in the front and all my friends are in the same form... the form that I'm not in! I would ask Lesboda to move me into that form, but I've been annoying her for the pasty week solid, changing all my subjects so I'd feel bad about asking something else from her, and Joanna would be on her own with all the other crappy people in the form. So I just left it.

We went over sixth form stuff in our form and I managed to snag an extra homework diary for my friend Anna in college from the inner lair of the beast!.... Sister Aelered's office suppy cuboard! Hah hah Scofie, I am the SUPERTHIEF!!!

Okay, then there was lunch... in the school canteen, not v exciting since we can now officially leave school at dinnertime. Then we all went back to my friends' form room and talked about our classic science lessons, back in the day ::sigh:: Such memorable events as "Pin the tongs on Christina", "Lock Amy out of the classroom", and the "Chemistry Song" see lyrics below

We had an extended lunch and had to return to our form classes for half an hour before our first, and final lesson of the day, so that Dr. Thomson could tell us about changing our options. She said that you had to do your subjects yuo had chosen for a month before you could change them if you decided you didn't like them, which was bullshitty since I'd already decided to change Chem to Classical Civ. that morning see, you never know what's going to happen with me ;) and I'd talked to Miss Elliot aboot it. So after the lesson I went to talk to Dr. Thomson, but she's out of the room like a ferret up a drainpipe! So I chase after her in v. high new shoes, but she's quick, y'know? I'm dodging left, I'm dashing right... I finally catch up to her by her office and she says, after all that effort, that changing is fine! I'm like, "Dude!"

But anyway, but first lesson at Sixth-form was classics, and I got to sit next to my mate Louise which was good as she puts up with my "humour" and all we did was draw a time line and talk aboot the syllabus.

Well anyway, tomorrow's not as easy. I've got spanish... gah! Someone remind me why i took that one again!? But there's also a compulsory Drama/ P.E. lesson on Wednesdays' last lesson too. Guess which one I'll be doing ;) Which will either be cool or very, very scary... hmmmmmm.

Anyway, better go, the bath's run. I'll keep you updated with more sixth form shenannigans tomorrow. And may I take this time to apologise for all the uses of inside jokes...

- Love Sarah

P.S. I just remember why I was pissed off, I had a very nice evening, visited Anna, ate a sandwich, we watched re-runs of 'That 70's Show'. But my dad almost broke my toes and my mam started ranting and raving when I told her I was doing Classics. "How is that going to help you!?" yadda, yadda, yadda. After about 10 minutes I zoned out and all I could hear her saying was "Muh, num, e-nuh, muh num e-num e-nuh, muh, num e... Nu-tri-no! No! No! No!" Sorry, with the inside jokes again :) *snerk*

"Amy Bur-ni-cle, Christina Handelage, and Sarah Cox. Katherine Hall, Nicola Cockburn! Amanda Benson and Rachel G... in Chem-is-try!" - 'The Chemistry Song' by ARS