<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720</id><updated>2011-12-27T04:38:33.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little RED</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-3073555379117091803</id><published>2011-12-27T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T04:38:33.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1920's party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Officially. I went up to my friend Graces house, and it was like a proper barn party! There was these little cute lights dotted around, loads of food nom, and millions of people. 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I kind of stopped, for no apparent reason apart from the fact i was bored.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all enjoy! And don't find me boring :-) xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-5146159920627867746?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/5146159920627867746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/11/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/5146159920627867746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/5146159920627867746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/11/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Whitby, North Yorkshire, UK</georss:featurename><georss:point>54.485082 -0.6170718</georss:point><georss:box>54.337495499999996 -0.9329288 54.6326685 -0.30121479999999995</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-7208428300214223246</id><published>2011-05-23T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T12:47:21.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13: What are 5 good things that have happened to you since you started this challenge?</title><content type='html'>-1. I got 4 of my exams out of the way! Tehe.&lt;br /&gt;-2. My Dad came back from Dubai/France/Bangkok(?) :D&lt;br /&gt;-3. Its not just happened, but the fact that James Newton is absolutely fabulous! And he is a best friend, i can chat with him about anything! Someone i can rely on, and always &lt;u&gt;reassures&lt;/u&gt; me! And he's so lovely, Rose is a very very &lt;b&gt;very&lt;/b&gt; lucky girl! i love him love him love him!&lt;br /&gt;-4. I got myself a maths tutor. (i'm failing atm)&lt;br /&gt;-5. My Dad bought me a mulberry! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aSpF70kG39M/Tdq5kDrDpGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/lAA_4YTxAic/s1600/Mulberry+Bayswater+Ostrich+Leather+Bag+Pink.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aSpF70kG39M/Tdq5kDrDpGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/lAA_4YTxAic/s400/Mulberry+Bayswater+Ostrich+Leather+Bag+Pink.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-7208428300214223246?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/7208428300214223246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/13-what-are-5-good-things-that-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/7208428300214223246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/7208428300214223246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/13-what-are-5-good-things-that-have.html' title='13: What are 5 good things that have happened to you since you started this challenge?'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aSpF70kG39M/Tdq5kDrDpGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/lAA_4YTxAic/s72-c/Mulberry+Bayswater+Ostrich+Leather+Bag+Pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-5600930675714040432</id><published>2011-05-19T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T13:19:26.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12: Where is your favorite place to eat?</title><content type='html'>I don' really have a favourite place to eat.. I don't like really fast foods, i like cute restaurants. There's an Italian that i love called 'La Pearla' -how original, where my Dad lives, and the&amp;nbsp;spaghetti&amp;nbsp;Bolognese is just simply perfect! Mmm. Also, the cakes in 'Beckkets' are absolutely delish. Nom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-5600930675714040432?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/5600930675714040432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/12-where-is-your-favorite-place-to-eat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/5600930675714040432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/5600930675714040432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/12-where-is-your-favorite-place-to-eat.html' title='12: Where is your favorite place to eat?'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-4979419622127809571</id><published>2011-05-18T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T14:38:54.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11: How have you changed since last year?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've changed quite alot since last year. In some ways for the better, in some maybe not? I don't care as much what i look like any more. Im more&amp;nbsp;conscious&amp;nbsp;of my figure. I freak out before exams more. I'm not in a relationship. I can play the piano more than i could this time last year. Im smarter than i was. Im not as focused as i was. My nails are alot shorter, but healthier! Ha. Urmmm, i understood what was going on in science this time last yeear.. now i don't have a clue. I have more friends. I also don't talk to some people i wish i did. I like more expensive things (tehe). I get tummy aches more often. I miss my dad more. I have more spots. I dress differently. I get bored more easily. I am actually starting to wonder what i want to do with my life. Im inspired easier! I still love Chezza;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5JRZpC_JVFg/TdQ8KANfm2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/0Z0BDP_5asc/s1600/32043_463791384656_690344656_5839727_5561054_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5JRZpC_JVFg/TdQ8KANfm2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/0Z0BDP_5asc/s640/32043_463791384656_690344656_5839727_5561054_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-miss Levi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-4979419622127809571?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/4979419622127809571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/11-how-have-you-changed-since-last-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/4979419622127809571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/4979419622127809571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/11-how-have-you-changed-since-last-year.html' title='11: How have you changed since last year?'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5JRZpC_JVFg/TdQ8KANfm2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/0Z0BDP_5asc/s72-c/32043_463791384656_690344656_5839727_5561054_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-5831896154686018639</id><published>2011-05-18T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T14:22:07.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10: What did you eat today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt mega full all day today! Don't know why! Haha..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Breakfast: Coco-pops &amp;amp; a cup of Tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Break: Apple &amp;amp; A chocolate cup-cake. (tehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lunch: A Ham Sandwich &amp;amp; a crispy cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner: Chicken dinner, -with yorkshire puds of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snacks: 3 apples, one orange, and a croissant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yum! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-5831896154686018639?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/5831896154686018639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/10-what-did-you-eat-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/5831896154686018639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/5831896154686018639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/10-what-did-you-eat-today.html' title='10: What did you eat today?'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-8146402500497148176</id><published>2011-05-17T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T12:01:02.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9: What is something that stresses you out?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My attention span. Its about the size of one that a Goldfish would have! I think this is the reason i'm doing so badly in maths.. Which is &lt;b&gt;another&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;thing that stresses the heck out me.. I mean, why me?! Why did i have to be the one that couldn't do maths?! I really wish i was just naturally brainy, like a boffin and didn't have to think about anything... If any one would like to give me they're mathmatical part of their brain (-for a small fee) i would be MORE than happy! And on a more serious note.. Any body that's willing to give me maths tuition.. I need it. Please &amp;nbsp;don't hesitate to contact me! Please &lt;b&gt;please&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;please!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I will love you forever....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Sa-HM7nawQ/TdLFv0YKvXI/AAAAAAAAAIc/aTXO4p_Hkvc/s1600/407231-35621-26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Sa-HM7nawQ/TdLFv0YKvXI/AAAAAAAAAIc/aTXO4p_Hkvc/s640/407231-35621-26.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-8146402500497148176?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/8146402500497148176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/9-what-is-something-that-stresses-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/8146402500497148176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/8146402500497148176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/9-what-is-something-that-stresses-you.html' title='9: What is something that stresses you out?'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Sa-HM7nawQ/TdLFv0YKvXI/AAAAAAAAAIc/aTXO4p_Hkvc/s72-c/407231-35621-26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-6974052931296546969</id><published>2011-05-17T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T11:39:46.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8: What is something you could never get tired of doing?</title><content type='html'>Playing the Piano! I don't know what i'd do without it! Like with Art and stuff like that, i get sick of it faaar too easily. But the Piano's different.. It's always waiting for me ;). Doesn't even sound decent half of the time either. I sing at the top of my voice too, and annoy everyone in the house.. tehehee. But oh well... Just love it don't i! I'll give any song a try! But my down fall is, i can read music etc etc, but i just get stressed out.. When reading it when i'm on the piano, cos' i just want to be able to play it straight away.. Does my head in! And stresses me out so baddd! I should learn to be more patient really i suppose...! So i usually end up bashing some chords out, which is equally as pleasurable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yrNQIRNfrEQ/TdK_-HYRLDI/AAAAAAAAAIY/VvvarDoWrWk/s1600/_DSC4786+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="604" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yrNQIRNfrEQ/TdK_-HYRLDI/AAAAAAAAAIY/VvvarDoWrWk/s640/_DSC4786+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-6974052931296546969?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/6974052931296546969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/8-what-is-something-you-could-never-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/6974052931296546969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/6974052931296546969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/8-what-is-something-you-could-never-get.html' title='8: What is something you could never get tired of doing?'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yrNQIRNfrEQ/TdK_-HYRLDI/AAAAAAAAAIY/VvvarDoWrWk/s72-c/_DSC4786+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-1952600996890934672</id><published>2011-05-17T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T11:26:02.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7: Explain how you got one of your scars.</title><content type='html'>Quite interesting... On the right palm of my hand, to the left a little is quite a big scar.. My best friend from childhood -Laura Jefferson, 's nan, owns quite a big field, and quad bikes too.. And Me &amp;amp; Laura were up there one day, and i got really clever and claimed i could get up this really big hill and stop myself, on the last go round. &amp;nbsp;Unfortunately i didn't stop, i crashed into nettles and barbed wire fence, and got the barbed wire stuck in my hand.. And mega wouldn't stop bleeding! Eee, had to have a tetnis (bad spelling?) after too.. And the scar still haunts me... Ooooeeeoooo, so the moral of the story is... Don't get clever or you'll cut yourself and get scars!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-1952600996890934672?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/1952600996890934672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/7-explain-how-you-got-one-of-your-scars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/1952600996890934672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/1952600996890934672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/7-explain-how-you-got-one-of-your-scars.html' title='7: Explain how you got one of your scars.'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-2419063607444495245</id><published>2011-05-16T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T23:53:55.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6: What are your hopes, dreams, and plans for the next 365 days?</title><content type='html'>Hmmm. I think its quite hard to say.. I don't know whats gonna be around the corner and i don't know whats going to happen today. I'd love to pass my exams! -as i said before. I hope i have some nice dreams, lol.&amp;nbsp;I keep having weird dreams about Liam Payne.. Nommy. But anyway, i've never really talked about would want to most in with my life, if i could choose. Is that wrong? My plans are the ones that stick out at me, such as Prom, -because i love dressing up! And Catherines after prom party of course! Centre Parcs -I don't really do Centre Parcs, but i'm sure that will be good, as there's a lot of my Auntie's etc etc etc going! Going on holiday in August! I'm excited for that, we're going back to a place we went two years ago, and Ben &amp;amp; Seb are coming this time, so it should be v.v.v.good! Hehe! And Leeds fest to top off my summer! :-)! I can't really say much else... I'm excited for my Birthday *21st June* *Cough*! -but i get excited really early in advance aha. I've got an exam the day after though.. Arg! &lt;br /&gt;I'll finish this later, i'm gonna go put in some last minute music revision!..********MUSIC EXAM IN AN HOUR &amp;amp; A HALFFFFF!********&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-2419063607444495245?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/2419063607444495245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/6-what-are-your-hopes-dreams-and-plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/2419063607444495245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/2419063607444495245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/6-what-are-your-hopes-dreams-and-plans.html' title='6: What are your hopes, dreams, and plans for the next 365 days?'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-5079756242904599639</id><published>2011-05-16T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T15:14:48.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5: What are 3 wishes you have?</title><content type='html'>I've always wanted to be a fairy that could grant wishes.. I really have! Hehe. But anyway..!:&lt;br /&gt;1: This is a mega cliche - but i would make all of the world poverty go away, and put an end to all of the bad stuff, like any normal person would want. And make all the poor little orphans have proper homes, and be happy etc etc etc!&lt;br /&gt;2. I'd make sure my Grandad got his hip replaced, cos' i'm very very VERY worried about him at the moment, as he can't walk up the stairs. And he's like my best friend! I need to look out for him yano!?&lt;br /&gt;3. This ones abit selfish, but i'd make sure i'd pass all of my exams... - especially maths.. I'm so worried about maths! Even to just get a C(!) would make me the happiest bunny in the field! And to get an A in music would also be quite nice, - we can all wish!&lt;br /&gt;(4. This is sneaky, cos' i know it says 3, but i would GIVE A LIMB to meet Cheryl &amp;lt;3! )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-5079756242904599639?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/5079756242904599639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/5-what-are-3-wishes-you-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/5079756242904599639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/5079756242904599639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/5-what-are-3-wishes-you-have.html' title='5: What are 3 wishes you have?'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-3786426038580127671</id><published>2011-05-16T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T15:07:28.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4: What are your favorite TV shows?</title><content type='html'>I don't watch that much T.V to be honest.. but one thing i am absolutely HOOKED on at the moment is 'Pretty Little Liars'! I can't get enough! Hehe, i hate missing episodes, and when i do i MUST download them.. Its&amp;nbsp;uncontrollable! EEEEEESH. The girls are very very VERY pretty though!.. I suppose that's kinda why they called what they did.. but hey. Deffs recommend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ESPCnaLdCEQ/TdGgDLf9AXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/sjh5x2Jd4e4/s1600/pretty-little-liars-300x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ESPCnaLdCEQ/TdGgDLf9AXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/sjh5x2Jd4e4/s400/pretty-little-liars-300x300.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-3786426038580127671?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/3786426038580127671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/4-what-are-your-favorite-tv-shows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/3786426038580127671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/3786426038580127671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/4-what-are-your-favorite-tv-shows.html' title='4: What are your favorite TV shows?'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ESPCnaLdCEQ/TdGgDLf9AXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/sjh5x2Jd4e4/s72-c/pretty-little-liars-300x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-97700930068535840</id><published>2011-05-16T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T15:02:00.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3: What are your nicknames?</title><content type='html'>I have to admit. I have never had a nickname. As much as i always wanted one, i never ever had one! Bit sad really, until recently when i&amp;nbsp;realised&amp;nbsp;when people call me 'Ab' i love it! And most people do.. So please if you will, do call me Ab, cos' i like it lots! Hehe! I don't mind Abby of course.. i wouldn't ever change my name, i think that sounds bubbly and quite lively?.. And it depends what mood im in to whether i like 'Abigail' or not. Call me what you want. I don't mind! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-97700930068535840?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/97700930068535840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/3-what-are-your-nicknames.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/97700930068535840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/97700930068535840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/3-what-are-your-nicknames.html' title='3: What are your nicknames?'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-8263804938257871430</id><published>2011-05-16T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T14:57:18.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2: What is your favorite song?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There's so many i could choose to be my all time favourite song. So i decided to choose one that's in my head at the moment. 'The Edge Of Glory' -Lady Gaga, has been stuck in my head all day, after she performed at R1BW with a piano version of it, and after she talked about how she wrote it for her Grandad, and how she put so much emotion into it too! She also wore her Grandads ring, which i felt i could relate too.. (me having my nans around my neck) was just lovely! Eeeeeeesh! I love atm!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qE0bPdxZ8FM/TdGdAayKKEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/X7_2Q9LJAP8/s1600/official_audio_stream_of_lady_gaga_s_edge_of_glory_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qE0bPdxZ8FM/TdGdAayKKEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/X7_2Q9LJAP8/s1600/official_audio_stream_of_lady_gaga_s_edge_of_glory_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-8263804938257871430?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/8263804938257871430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/2-what-is-your-favorite-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/8263804938257871430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/8263804938257871430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/2-what-is-your-favorite-song.html' title='2: What is your favorite song?'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qE0bPdxZ8FM/TdGdAayKKEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/X7_2Q9LJAP8/s72-c/official_audio_stream_of_lady_gaga_s_edge_of_glory_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-8210557538740741705</id><published>2011-05-16T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T14:52:40.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1: What is your ALL TIME favorite picture of yourself? Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It may not be of just me, but it's one of those pictures that can make me smile whenever i look at it! Ruby wasn't very old when this was taken last year, but its just absolutely adorable! Mainly because she's just absolutely gorgeous! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NqPD2pCTYaw/TdGcLHiBzNI/AAAAAAAAAIM/p9Ky02Emhb0/s1600/47400_10150099293234657_690344656_7012388_8345181_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NqPD2pCTYaw/TdGcLHiBzNI/AAAAAAAAAIM/p9Ky02Emhb0/s1600/47400_10150099293234657_690344656_7012388_8345181_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-8210557538740741705?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/8210557538740741705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/1-what-is-your-all-time-favorite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/8210557538740741705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/8210557538740741705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/1-what-is-your-all-time-favorite.html' title='1: What is your ALL TIME favorite picture of yourself? Why?'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NqPD2pCTYaw/TdGcLHiBzNI/AAAAAAAAAIM/p9Ky02Emhb0/s72-c/47400_10150099293234657_690344656_7012388_8345181_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-7085937678991862073</id><published>2011-05-16T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T14:47:55.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've decided to start a blog challenge, so its something i can stick to.. I hope i can stick to it anyway. I'm gonna try really hard this time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul style="color: #4f402a; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;1: What is your ALL TIME&amp;nbsp;favorite picture of yourself? Why?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;2: What is your favorite song?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;3: What are your nicknames?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;4: What are your favorite TV shows?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;5: What are 3 wishes you have?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;6: What are your hopes, dreams, and plans for the next 365 days?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;7: Explain how you got one of your scars.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;8: What is something you could never get tired of doing?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;9: What is something that stresses you out?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;10: What did you eat today?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;11: How have you changed since last year?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;12: Where is your favorite place to eat?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;13: What are 5 good things that have happened to you since you started this challenge?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;14: What is a regret you have?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;15: What is something you’re afraid of?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;16: What are 20 of your favorite things?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;17: Share a story from your childhood.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;18: Share a recipe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;19: What is something you crave a lot?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;20: Talk about your best friend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;21: What is your favorite vacation/trip you’ve been on?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;22: Describe your dream house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;23: Reveal your most guilty pleasure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;24: What’s in your bag?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;25: What is an animal you would keep as a pet?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;26: Who is your celebrity crush?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;27: What is your favorite Bible verse?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;28: What is a talent of yours?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;29: Talk about an art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;30: Post and talk about a photo of something that means a lot to you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;31: Put your iPod on shuffle, what are the&amp;nbsp;first 10 songs?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;32: Talk about your parents.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;33: Post and talk about a photo that makes you angry/sad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;34: Describe your day in great detail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;35: What are your favorite movies?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;36: Talk about a hobby of yours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;37: What is your favorite book?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;38: What is the last thing that made you cry?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;39: How do you think others view you?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;40: Say something to your 15-year-old self.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;41: If you have any tattoos, show them. If not, talk about the tattoos you want or why you don’t think they are right for you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;42: Talk about an interesting website you’ve seen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;43: What is something you’ve recently learned?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;44: Talk about the last “random act of kindness” you’ve encountered.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;45: What is your idea of the perfect first date?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;46: What is something you don’t leave the house with?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;47: Write a letter to someone who has hurt you recently.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;48: Talk about your first love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;49: Post a song that matches your current mood.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;50: What is something you’re looking forward to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;51: Describe your dream wedding.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;52: What is the last item you purchased?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;53: Post and talk about a picture of something that makes you happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;54: What is a song that makes you cry?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;55: Post a YouTube video.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;56: What is your favorite quote?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;57: Talk about something you miss.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;58: Your current relationship, if single discuss how the single life is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;59: Talk about where you’d like to be in 10 years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;60: What are your views on drugs and alcohol?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;61: What is your view on religion?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;62:&amp;nbsp;30 interesting facts about you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;63: What is your zodiac sign and&amp;nbsp;do you think it fits your personality?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;64: How do you hope your future will be like?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;65: Where is somewhere you want to move or visit?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;66: What is your earliest memory?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;67: How important do you think education is?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-7085937678991862073?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/7085937678991862073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/ive-decided-to-start-blog-challenge-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/7085937678991862073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/7085937678991862073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/ive-decided-to-start-blog-challenge-so.html' title='I&apos;ve decided to start a blog challenge, so its something i can stick to.. I hope i can stick to it anyway. I&apos;m gonna try really hard this time!'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-529374483315905582</id><published>2011-05-15T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T12:40:38.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my great gran. and my grandad. and my sister. and my dad. and ruby. and johnny. i love my lovelies. i love. i love. i love. i love. i love. i love. i love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1gD-Jf4_4gQ/TdAmpSRINCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/I0NejQIpgSI/s1600/_DSC4685.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-529374483315905582?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/529374483315905582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/529374483315905582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/529374483315905582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='I love my great gran. and my grandad. and my sister. and my dad. and ruby. and johnny. i love my lovelies. i love. i love. i love. i love. i love. i love. i love.'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1gD-Jf4_4gQ/TdAmpSRINCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/I0NejQIpgSI/s72-c/_DSC4685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-2063852214141536928</id><published>2011-05-15T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T11:14:44.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You desired my attention, but denied my affection.</title><content type='html'>So, i had my drama exam on friday. I have never felt so sick due to nerves in my life! I couldn't believe how nervous i was! It went okay, but was uber scary! It was on friday the 13th too.. So in style, our examiner was ill, which meant Miss Dimbelby had to be our examiner! Eeeek, i was so scared! Our performance had to be based around 'Change', so we devoted our play to 9/11 -Me, Megan, Isaac &amp;amp; Bradley that is. It was quite an emotional topic, for everyone that did a performance, and i was in tears multiple times! I think it was the fact that the stress up to the day was finally finished, and a relief more than anything! &lt;br /&gt;I was so tired after all of it, that i didn't even go dancing on friday, -i never miss dancing. I had an argument with mum, so i ended bedroom bound from about 8, due to me not wanting to have any verbal contact with any other human being, (aside from Cheryl, always time for Cheryl). I was abit annoyed actually, how horrible she was being to me, after i'd worked my little socks off! But i suppose you can't please everyone ey! &lt;br /&gt;I slept in on Saturday, and decided to have a revision day, by the time i got out of bed, nobody was in, so i decided to have some 'im gonna play the piano, and sing at the top of my voice time' which i did, i learnt a lovely version of&amp;nbsp; 'White Blank Page' by Mumford &amp;amp; Sons, which i'm absolutely in love with. And a version of 'Jump In The Pool' by Friendly Fires. Nommy! So i did some music revision, but it bores me so easily.. And Radio Ones Big Weekend was Oh So tempting... Tehe. I got an appointment for my Prom Hair, and i made a&amp;nbsp;hair mood board, -thats how bored i was. -also, i love my dress...EEEEEK.&amp;nbsp;Later on Hannah came round, and we finally did our Dance Leaders dance! Which is a relief, as it was starting to get me stressed! We had a nice lasagne, and the cool people we are.. watched our favourite programme... Doctor Who. Oh yes! I ended the night by watching the eurovision song contest, - i would like to take this opportunity to say how well i thought Blue performed! There was a point when we were winning too! I got really into it, and was so gutted when we didn't win -sad life i lead, i know. Anyway, who are Azherbajhan!? when they're at home?! Ha. &lt;br /&gt;This morning, i got up about half ten, my sister rang the door bell -how annoying. I had crunchy nut for breakfast. Mmm, scrummy! Today was going to be the day where i did lots of revision! I tried, i really did! And, i got quite far, but there's only so many times you can listen to 'And The Glory Of The Lord' -By Handel, without losing the will to live. I had some more Piano time, which i shouldn't.. i know, but it just looks at me, and i gaze back.. and then i realise how in love with it i am.. And thats it! An hours gone! Eeeek!&lt;br /&gt;I've just realised, i haven't stepped outside my house, since 3.30 on friday.. I think i'm going to go insane! What i'm really looking forward to though.. Is R1BW, tonight, when Lady Gaga's on, yesyesyes! I hope doesn't wear like TV's attatched to her or something..&lt;br /&gt;Final thought: I offically hate exams, they are making this point in my life be a very low one! I keep stressing out, and getting these awful headaches!.. And make myself really emotional, or maybe i'm just hormonal?! I don't know what's wrong with me. Mmm, my Dads in Dubai at the moment.. After telling me he was going to france for 'work' then suddenly a 'hey love, i'm in Dubai'.. Yes ok. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i have a headache, so i'm gonna go get some paracetamol. Also, sorry i haven't blogged in ages.. I could say 'i promise i'll blog lots!'.. but that's probably a lie, so i'm not gonna. Bye! x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-2063852214141536928?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/2063852214141536928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-desired-my-attention-but-denied-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/2063852214141536928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/2063852214141536928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-desired-my-attention-but-denied-my.html' title='You desired my attention, but denied my affection.'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-5014342962221984286</id><published>2011-04-20T03:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T03:48:28.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LUIGI!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jY6qUUn6U3o/Ta65vwChKsI/AAAAAAAAAHg/sSc6oOI-JAI/s1600/Laury+Looo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jY6qUUn6U3o/Ta65vwChKsI/AAAAAAAAAHg/sSc6oOI-JAI/s640/Laury+Looo.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-5014342962221984286?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/5014342962221984286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/04/luigi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/5014342962221984286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/5014342962221984286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/04/luigi.html' title='LUIGI!'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jY6qUUn6U3o/Ta65vwChKsI/AAAAAAAAAHg/sSc6oOI-JAI/s72-c/Laury+Looo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-5419884795429949323</id><published>2011-04-20T03:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T03:21:35.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lets pack a picnic and well go for a drive. Well go to a funfair and go on all the rides. Well climb up a mountain and well take in the sights, well jump in a plane and fly. If you want you can come back to mine. Well drink some coffee and you can spend the night. Well do anything that makes you smile, cause your smile is beautiful and it makes me happy, cause your smile is beautiful and it makes me happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-5419884795429949323?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/5419884795429949323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/04/pack-picnic-and-well-go-for-drive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/5419884795429949323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/5419884795429949323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/04/pack-picnic-and-well-go-for-drive.html' title=''/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-6138832918038340471</id><published>2011-04-19T13:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T03:16:03.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fasjfgaeuifguiewgfuwehfiweoPGHIQUOPGHWIpvouegv4875q8wyfuhdasfH;</title><content type='html'>I'm so confused at the moment. I don't know where my head is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-6138832918038340471?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/6138832918038340471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/04/fasjfgaeuifguiewgfuwehfiweopghiquopghwi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/6138832918038340471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/6138832918038340471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/04/fasjfgaeuifguiewgfuwehfiweopghiquopghwi.html' title='fasjfgaeuifguiewgfuwehfiweoPGHIQUOPGHWIpvouegv4875q8wyfuhdasfH;'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-8555300715871269447</id><published>2011-04-17T14:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T14:16:45.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I. ACHE. EVERYWHERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-8555300715871269447?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/8555300715871269447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/04/i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/8555300715871269447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/8555300715871269447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/04/i.html' title=''/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-840933630725775122</id><published>2011-04-14T08:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T08:06:21.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if i had a boat, i would sail to you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IiehPJEWKpQ/TacMhuyyPAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/entaTs42GRU/s1600/_DSC4637.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IiehPJEWKpQ/TacMhuyyPAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/entaTs42GRU/s640/_DSC4637.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-840933630725775122?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/840933630725775122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/840933630725775122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/840933630725775122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_14.html' title='if i had a boat, i would sail to you.'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IiehPJEWKpQ/TacMhuyyPAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/entaTs42GRU/s72-c/_DSC4637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-8749582453805429692</id><published>2011-04-12T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T10:12:50.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RHUBARB?</title><content type='html'>So, today is my mummy's birthday! And its been a very happy day so far :) i got her a few bits and bobs, and yano, i think she liked them! Dani &amp;amp; Auntie Jose' came down, and we went for lunch at Jacks cafe'.. but jack was in. Typical! Pshhttt.&lt;br /&gt;I feel abit bad because she's making&amp;nbsp;rhubarb crumble, -which i've just been told is a fruit! :o. Because apparently we grew loads hehe, i don't think i like it though, i only really like those rhubarb and custard sweets, like the ones you get from sweet shops in a bag. Tehehehe.&amp;nbsp;So anyway, me &amp;amp; Neil have planned a little surprise gathering for Mumma hall tonight, and i do hope she likes it, cos' she doesn't like fuss at all! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I have my blackberry back! So i am super super happy! Like over the moon! And i also haven't been as happy as i am in a lonngggggg while! Urm, i'm going to light some candles, so have a fun night muggles! xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-8749582453805429692?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/8749582453805429692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/04/rhubarb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/8749582453805429692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/8749582453805429692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/04/rhubarb.html' title='RHUBARB?'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-8465344888719050428</id><published>2011-04-06T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T00:21:54.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I'LL NEVER LOOK A THING LIKE SHE DOES, BUT I TALK LIKE A GENTLE SOUL, MORE THAN YOU'LL EVER KNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-8465344888719050428?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/8465344888719050428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/04/ill-never-look-thing-like-she-does-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/8465344888719050428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/8465344888719050428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/04/ill-never-look-thing-like-she-does-but.html' title=''/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-6180341949578544777</id><published>2011-04-05T13:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T13:46:56.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3G10u2260HA/TZt_cQWZt0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/VtiYIuPf4EM/s1600/_DSC4379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3G10u2260HA/TZt_cQWZt0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/VtiYIuPf4EM/s640/_DSC4379.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-6180341949578544777?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/6180341949578544777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/6180341949578544777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/6180341949578544777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3G10u2260HA/TZt_cQWZt0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/VtiYIuPf4EM/s72-c/_DSC4379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-4354083107217993937</id><published>2011-04-05T13:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T13:42:07.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so unmotivated. And really wish i could blog more. I can't put my arse into gear. Eeeeps. ALOT has happened since i last blogged. i'd say in someways im more happy than then, but in alot of other ways im less happy about the price of fish.&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know what i want to do with my life.&lt;br /&gt;I still miss my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;I still very much so love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I still hate mondays.&lt;br /&gt;I still ADORE Cheryl Cole.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;s&gt;love&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;am in love with Liam Payne.&lt;br /&gt;I still like bran flakes, but i prefer crunchie nut.&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep alot more.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like hurting people.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still &lt;s&gt;terrible &lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;disappointment&amp;nbsp;to society&amp;nbsp;at ballet and tap.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i was better at maths.&lt;br /&gt;And Science.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i spent more time with my Auntie.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that my mum will snap out of her mood that she's in at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to leeds fest!&lt;br /&gt;Im going on holiday, on the 8th of august.&lt;br /&gt;I hate awkward moments.&lt;br /&gt;Someone drank my banana milk.&lt;br /&gt;Nommy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-4354083107217993937?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/4354083107217993937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-so-unmotivated_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/4354083107217993937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/4354083107217993937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-so-unmotivated_05.html' title=''/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-995216254999157738</id><published>2011-04-05T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T13:47:49.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-995216254999157738?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/995216254999157738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-so-unmotivated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/995216254999157738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/995216254999157738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-so-unmotivated.html' title=''/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-8771650079123895555</id><published>2011-03-02T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T14:08:34.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nobs of knowledge</title><content type='html'>Hiiii.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't blogged fully in agesss!&lt;br /&gt;I had bran flakes this morning, cos' i didn't think i could stomach eating porridge. My hair looked dodgy but i didn't care. &amp;amp; when i was walking to col, i got a weird text off Theo, any way he'd been behind me most of the way to col! So that was super cool cos' we walked and talked which was coooot.&lt;br /&gt;My day was rather boring, with drama first which made me pretty giddy tbf. And then dt. And break was okay. And then music, which was boring. And lunch i had a music lesson i didnt wanna go to, and had to eat food fast. Then played cards. Had mr bone for science lolol. Then had pe, which was pretty fun. Think Tabi was on acid, as she was being a bit of a maniac.&lt;br /&gt;Had this 'Dance Leaders' after college, was boring, but got to feel tabis boobs, talk to Maria, &amp;amp; me han &amp;amp; alice had a dandy chat which was okay!&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, i went to dancing! Which was good... When i got the best news... Thats COL IS SHUT TOMORROW! :D due to gas leak! EEEEEPS! So Tabijaaaa's gonna com down, and i'm gonna dye her hair! Tehehehee. And then see some other pally wags which would be looovely!&lt;br /&gt;But i just need to say to Jack, how i'm thinking about him at this moment in time, lots of hugs :(&lt;br /&gt;Abbss' xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-8771650079123895555?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/8771650079123895555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/03/nobs-of-knowledge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/8771650079123895555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/8771650079123895555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/03/nobs-of-knowledge.html' title='nobs of knowledge'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-9222078039979129127</id><published>2011-02-27T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T09:11:13.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HATTIE &amp; 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RUBY 25.02.2011'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-O0mIt8h0Kdw/TWqB_51f_eI/AAAAAAAAAG4/gcy6ZrPOXWk/s72-c/_DSC3669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-4022968885995327610</id><published>2011-02-27T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T08:36:37.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU DON'T WANT TO BE ALONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PkZarxhEyy8/TWp9QNGMmWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/7TfsWQWIW-0/s1600/_CSC3637.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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I've got some exams, so been busy! I've had quite a nice week though.. Although the thought of getting up in the morning is torture.&lt;br /&gt;Abbss' xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-6218110887189030651?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/6218110887189030651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-promise-ill-blog-lots-after-this-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/6218110887189030651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/6218110887189030651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-promise-ill-blog-lots-after-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-7659812258673843725</id><published>2011-02-13T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T14:00:13.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BANTER IS OUTRAGEOUS!</title><content type='html'>What an absolutely AMAZING week. I do not know where to start. When i write i know i'm going to miss something, but eeeek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, it was a saturday, it was the fifth of February, and i got on the bus at aproximately 9.47 am! We set of in good spirits, i sat with miss jordan, opposite Tabi &amp;amp; Hannah, and for about the first half an hour was very naive as to who else was on the bus, Theo sat behind, and he had his crew with him.. Consisting of Theo, Ryan, Jack, Spam, Jazza &amp;amp; Paddy. And BOOM. A beatiful friendship blossmed between the two groups. We played cards for the majority of the way there. And i sat next to Ry and tried to pluck Jazza's side burns (/ hair) which occupied me for about half an hour! We stopped off a few times, and i needed to wee loads. It was really hot on the bus too, and i go red extremely easily, so it wasn't the best look for abbss'! Me &amp;amp; Theo had a little photo taking time, which was also incredibly fun! I found myself getting stressed out to death as i was so indredibly uncomfortable! But at about half seven, we got to Dover, the ferry port, and it was a rough crossing, Jordan and Tabs thought they'd find it really hard getting over to Callais without being sick, so they took it upon themselves to buy some sickness tablets, it stated on the box, take 2 tablets, 2 hours before travelling, when we were on the ferry they took six each. LOL. I found this abit giggly. We found a little cushty suite on the ferry, so Tabs, Jord, Han, Ste, Shane, Callum, Jack, Dan,&amp;nbsp;Natta&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; I, sat there for the majority of the crossing, this was funny. And little bonds between us began to connect too, which was looovely! We got to Callais! Yayy we were in France baby! On the bus, Jazza had bought a mini monpoly set, -it lasted about 6 minutes before it broke, but in the end it did come in pretty handy, as Paddy explained the offside rule to Tabs &amp;amp; I, she understands the rugby one, i don't understand either. Hmmpft. Ry had bought 'Toy Story 3: Top Trumps' and we all played that, which was funny, as Theo got MEGA annoyed when people started cheating, and he lost! BOOM! The word 'Skullduggary' came into context here. THE MOST OVER USED WORD OF THE WEEK. If somebody was sat in a wrong position whilst playing cards, it was skullduggary, if you coughed, it was skullduggary, the slightest thing. Jeez. I found myself getting incredibly tired, and so did everyone else, so i went and sat with Dan at the back, and had cute snugs, which if i say it in German was 'uber' cute. And i slept really well! Better than most people! I woke up every hour i'd say for about 5 minutes, then would go back to sleep, so that was okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 2&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/b&gt;When i woke up PROPERLY it was about 8, + one hour. So i felt preeeeetty fresh! We had our first stop in Germany, at this German Breakfast bar place, and was MEGA starving, so we ate 10 croissants, - felt better afterwards though! Tehe. We wanted some fresh air, so Ed Ludd, Tabs, Han, Jord &amp;amp; I went and sat on a table outside. A German lady approached Ed, and spoke to him baout the back of his hoody, which read 'Lord Ludd' she thought we were from 'Lord Ludd' school. Hahhahaa,, Tabi soon put her right, telling her we were from an English Ski School, coming over here to take part&amp;nbsp;in a 'big competition' with 'big jumps'. Outrageous Banter. From this point on, the bus journey seemed to FLYYYY like a G6. With Jazza cracking a few jokes, Paddy breaking out with his Irish accent! WHICH I LOVE! &amp;amp; Ed &amp;amp; Theo giving me a back massage, nomnomnom. I 'accidentally' took 20 pictures on Jack A's ipod. LOL, looking at the pictures im slightly regretting it now! Tehe. We got to our hotel approx one ish? And it STUNK of fags as soon as you got through the door, guacomoli was the colour tabs descibed the hotel colour as, she wasn't wrong. Was cushhttt though! The room was pretty delsih, we were room '201'&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; had a balcony, with a beautiful veiw of the mountains &amp;amp; funnily enough, the boys hotel! We spent alot of time out on that balcony chatting it out! We unpacked our shizz, after eating the most disgusting meal.. EW. Ham &amp;amp; Cheese pasta, i usually like it, but i couldn't eat this. It was mega N. Afterwards, we went for a walk around the village, forgetting it was sunday, nothing was open, so we were starving! We went and sat in the bar, with the boys, and played charads! The funniest thing ever!&amp;nbsp;And tea wasn't the best either, it was some kinda of boiled chicken and rice. BORK.&amp;nbsp; So after tea, the lads came up to our cusht little crib, and finished off the game of charads. And the time went speedy! Until half ten, the kerfew time! Haha. So the boys excited to the left, and we had some girly time, god knows what we got up to! Hahahaha. I now have an intresting wallpaper on my phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. The first day on the slopes, we had our wake up call at quarter to seven, and i had been elected as the one who had to wake up everyone, Tabi didn't take this too well, naming me every name under the sun, and then not being able to remember what she called me. So i decided to plug my ipod in to her earphones, ahahahha, it was hilarious, she deffs got up after this ;). We got down to breakfast for approx quarter past seven, and all i wanted was a cup of fresh orange. That wasn't possible. It tasted like washing up liquid! So i had pinapple and yoghurt instead! We sat with Paddy &amp;amp; crew, he brightned up my morning with 'top of the morning to ya'- in his fan dab irish accent, as his grandads irish!&amp;nbsp;When we eventually got to the mountain 'Alpendorf' we got put into our groups, and met our instructor, Will, &amp;amp; our shadowing instructor, Karl, who im going to call Felix, because he deffs looks more like a Felix than a Karl. So the group went a little like this.. :Abby, Hannah, Grant (Mitch), Shane, Ste, Callum, Ryan, Dan, Jack, Natta, Jack &amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; Smi! Jordan &amp;amp; Tabi were orignially supposed to be in there too but after admitting they'd been 8 times before, they got moved. Lol. So we starting with a few simple excersises, like learning how to put on our ski's, which trust me, was a challenge within itself! As time took its tol i began to get the hang of the whole skiing seen, and we moved on to bigger things, like the beginner slope! Lunch was nice too. I had a 'pluto' which is also known as chicken nuggets &amp;amp; chips. &amp;amp; a 'shiwasser'! The most delicious thing in the world! Nomnomnomnom. So the afternoon consisted of Mitch knocking out basically everyone out at somepoint &amp;amp; him getting a nose bleed?! Hahaha, think its to do with altitude! Let me just explain, Grants called Mitch, simply because Dan thinks he looks like a mitch, and it seemed to stick! So that was that! As the day went on, my legs hurt more &amp;amp; more &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;more! I was in incredible aching pain! It was ridiculous! I was ready to stop when we finished. We went back to the hotel &amp;amp; got ready to go swimming after some digusting meal, -which i can't remember at this moment in time, think it could of been cheese soup. EW. I mega didn't wanna go swimming, more than ANYTHING! I felt extremely self concious, and didn't want to go. But i plowed on like a woman, and did it. As did the rest of my girlies, we spent most of the night in the hot tub, being scared when KP kept popping up! .. Theres was a little circular pool, where a whirlpool was formed, that was extreme fun! Everyone just ran in a circle for a straight twenty mins, so whoever started that, you're a cool dude! When we got out of the swimming pool, i lent tabi 2 euro to buy herself a bottle of coke, she spilled the coke on the floor, and tried to explain to the woman on reception that she needed a towell, she wasn't having any of it, funny though. We went back on the bus, and had a pretty chilled out night, and we all fell asleep to Adele, was cusht &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 4&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;So we were woken up at again six thirty, and i again was the aloocated waker upperer! I didn't mind, and i woke Tabs up a little more gently, - i still got stick tbh! Again, i had pineapple &amp;amp; yoghurt, but it was annoying me just because it was to hard/big to get on the spoon (arg). So we headed off to aplendorf, again. And began on the nursery slope. It was absolutely boiling, and i refused to put my goggles, in fact there was no need for them, all i wanted was a tan anyhoo! So i soaked up the rays, in the best spot, which i found was at the top of the slope ;). We starting to properly get the hang of actually skiing properly, and had a few funny laughs, a quote from the day being 'who the fuck's Ryan?!' Hahaha. Mitch wiped a few people out - to say the least. And Natta tried his best at backward skiing, finding he was unable to stop, completely wiping out Hannah! Outrageous Banter. We had lunch at the nice place again, except this time, i had Spaghetti Bolognase! Was pretty nomable, and seems to me like everyone on our table ate the same thing! Tehehe. After lunch, we&amp;nbsp;acquired&amp;nbsp;a new member -Jazza, he had failed at&amp;nbsp;snowboarding and decided it was too hard, so joined the top best group!;)&amp;nbsp;we were ready to take the plunge, we took on the proper slopes, ohh yeahh beeaaatchhh! I loved this, i felt so free and it kinda hurt too, but Hannah didn't like it, infact she went as far as saying she was going to break bones as she didn't want to Ski again! She fell over a few times.. As did Mitch LOL. And i just laughed at every opportunity i could! It was hilarious! So after the events of the days skiing, we got back to a well deserved shower, we had to bagsy showers apazza, but as i wasn't there.. i went in last! N. But i didn't mind, got to chat to Jazza on the balcony &amp;amp; shizz! Which occupadoed my time! We got ready, and headed into saltzburger, first place we went? McDonalds of course! Jeez i was a hungry girl, and you know what annoyed me?! They didn't put the happy meal in a box! And didn't give me a top, AUSTRIAN CHEAP SKATES. Was Barbie too! :(. I bought my sister a pencil (haha) and then beed to go anywhere else, so we sat on a bench for an hour, sounds boring i know, but it made me giggle, Tabi even had a we in a drain, lolgasm! We tried to play human chess &amp;amp; mega failed at that, seen as they were changed down. A few other things happened too, just genuine giggles. We got back and had tea. Cannot quite recall what it was.. But i didn't eat it, my McDonalds filled me up enough;). After Tea we went up to Pads crib, and played some Cards, pretty delish &amp;amp; got taught how to play cards, until kerfew time. So N. Got back, and discovered we had a phone in the room &amp;amp; that was just the beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'll leave it there until i can be bothered to write the rest. I promise i will! &lt;br /&gt;Abbss' xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-7659812258673843725?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/7659812258673843725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/02/banter-is-outrageous.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/7659812258673843725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/7659812258673843725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/02/banter-is-outrageous.html' title='THE BANTER IS OUTRAGEOUS!'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-5673131560345732028</id><published>2011-02-04T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T13:57:35.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going on an adventure.</title><content type='html'>Right. Left infact, i turned left at the school entrance tonight, instead of going right. And walked to Airy Hill to get picked up by mum, i was going into town to buy lots of food and last minute things for tomorrow. You may ask 'oh Abby where are you going?' but infact you see, i'm going Skiing! To Austria, with Coll! And im pretty excited! My Dad came over to see me, -he brought Sue :|, his bit on the side, and i love my Pa to bits! But i just don't like her all that much.. She's not the nicest button in the box. But anyway, it was nice to see him, but he didn't leave until half 8 either, which made me extremely jolly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had Ballet tonight too, and i'm just beed with it, had Tap too, and my tap shoes are too small &amp;amp; so my toots always kill afterwards!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the moment, i'm watching embarassing bodies, and i feel sick. Im actually borking, don't know why i put myself through it tbh! Haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, next week, if anybody see's my mum just check up on her okay, because i'm worried that she'll miss me:(. As i'll deffs miss her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my address is '24 Ruswarp Lane, Whitby YO21 1ND'.. Just incase, anybody wants to slip a valentines card in there... ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My uncles dog died tonight, he rang and told us. And i cried, i've never cried over an animal before. A lovely dog, who was just so lovely and caring, and beautiful. Its just so :'(.. Im not close to many animals either, Sky was the only one really.. And its just all (N).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But.. I need to look up on the bright side, because i'm going to have an awesome week! Gonna do no work! (maybe read lord of the flies) yet won't see cat for TEN days. Because she's going to Paris.. MEH.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me Tabs Han &amp;amp; Jord, are sure to have a good time, and i can't wait...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;EEEEEEEEEEKSSSSSSSS!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i hope all of you beautiful people have a delicious week! .. And are all smiley &amp;amp; cute! Hopefully i'll come back all in one&amp;nbsp;piece, which would be good i suppose!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay safe, hang loose &amp;amp; avoid the drizzle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abbss' xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-5673131560345732028?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/5673131560345732028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/02/right.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/5673131560345732028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/5673131560345732028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/02/right.html' title='I&apos;m going on an adventure.'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-2145867210088144616</id><published>2011-02-03T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T13:37:02.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i was bored. had a camera. &amp; this was how silly my hair looked (N)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TUsffGpWZNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WuHwRc5-Klc/s1600/_DSC3265.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TUsffGpWZNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WuHwRc5-Klc/s320/_DSC3265.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TUsflb0cUII/AAAAAAAAAGc/MWO1-3nSwyE/s1600/_DSC3266.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TUsflb0cUII/AAAAAAAAAGc/MWO1-3nSwyE/s320/_DSC3266.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TUsfrpxQ_lI/AAAAAAAAAGg/wbWTASgd2aM/s1600/_DSC3269.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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And i never do, because it takes to long and always looks ridiculous when its done. But for some unknown reason, i did. I finished it, looked in the mirror &amp;amp; i looked pretty ridic. And by the time i'd got to school, it wasn't even straight, so that was pointless. Felt mega moody on, could/count on one hand the people i want to talk to. And im never moody. I like smiles. And fairy dust. Got into form and most probably discussed something weird and wonderful but i can't quite remember.. Had dance first lesson and i lolllled at miss welfords black eye haha, she should deffs just 'smoky eye' the other eye and she'd be in the&amp;nbsp;business. Maths was second, and i usually look forward to it, but we had these interviewee's as teachers. Jesus, the first man made my head spin. And the second man couldn't even make my thumbs turn if he tried. Waste of a lesson if you ask me. Mel was being all funny too. &lt;i&gt;Which scared me. &lt;/i&gt;Break, i can't remember a thing, think i sat with Han &amp;amp; Tabs though, don't even know which table i was perched on, whats happening to me!? I think i've got memory loss. Third lesson was Drama, i finished my coursework, but miss lost half of it. Brilliant. And Me &amp;amp; Emily downed our sorrows in my snood. For lunch i wasn't that hungry, i had a bread roll. But it was ridiculously hard &amp;amp; crunchy, which made my teeth hurt, and tabs &amp;amp; Han ate this chinese stuff (looked borrk). Had a ski meeting which was alriiiightyyyyy, and then went to go &amp;amp; play the piano, but misery guts 'Ray' the caretaker, had other ideas. He put me in such a foul mood! Telling me i couldn't play, as there was a maths exam at half one (it was 10 past at this point) the dinner lady (the nice one) sticking up for me, and he just carried on being a twat really. Stupid wanker. &amp;nbsp;I then had citizenship &amp;amp; &amp;nbsp;r.s which was boring. Got a C in my citiz exam. And a B in my Rs one. Lolll. I walked home, quite quickly cos' i wanted a biscuit. For tea i had scampi and chips which was nom (thanks mumma). And she took lauren swimming, then came back &amp;amp; helped me pack.. im veryy far over the limit, and i don't think Mr. Corcoran's gonna be a happy bunny! Its really shitty weather outside tooo!&lt;br /&gt;P.s, sorry to Dani for being a bitch to her this morning, was in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;P.p.s sorry for all of this being all scrawny and rubbishly written but i cant really be that bothered to blog tonight...&lt;br /&gt;p.p.p.s i squeezed theo's bum today.&lt;br /&gt;p.p.p.p.s (there isn't really anything else to say) just wanted to say p.p.p.p.s.&lt;br /&gt;Abbss' xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-5698031131492161104?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/5698031131492161104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/02/suckle-on-hope-in-light-brassieres.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/5698031131492161104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/5698031131492161104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/02/suckle-on-hope-in-light-brassieres.html' title='Suckle on the hope in light brassieres'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-7939508171827017783</id><published>2011-02-01T12:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T12:08:47.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TUcw1CZ-iqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SEGC-CnKBR0/s1600/lips.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TUcw1CZ-iqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SEGC-CnKBR0/s640/lips.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-4189030414641144538?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/4189030414641144538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post_506.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/4189030414641144538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/4189030414641144538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post_506.html' title=''/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TUcw1CZ-iqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SEGC-CnKBR0/s72-c/lips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-1952489560667264119</id><published>2011-01-31T13:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T13:44:38.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or Bends with the remover to remove. O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken. It is the star to every wandering bark, whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.&lt;br /&gt;-William Shakespeare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-1952489560667264119?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/1952489560667264119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/1952489560667264119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/1952489560667264119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post_31.html' title=''/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-1127347740146409990</id><published>2011-01-31T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T13:18:13.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I was walking up Ruswarp bank tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;After a lovely night with my Cat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And the most amazing think happened, i was breathless due to the gradient of the bank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But i looked up at the sky, to see all if the beautiful stars!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Truly amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Haven't seen anything quite that beautiful in a fair while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And made everything that was bad, seem a million miles away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And everything seem so perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I stood there for a long while, and i just can't describe the euphoria within me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It was beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-1127347740146409990?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/1127347740146409990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-was-walking-up-ruswarp-bank-tonight.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/1127347740146409990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/1127347740146409990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-was-walking-up-ruswarp-bank-tonight.html' title='i love stars'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-8817614624876787506</id><published>2011-01-30T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T09:37:50.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'I'm not a sex machine, i'm rage against the sex machine'</title><content type='html'>Hi hi, i keep forgetting to blog. Im extremely sorry! On friday, after school i met my cousin, who lives in St. Albans and we went for a hot chocolate, which was lush, cos' i miss him muchly &amp;amp; i love him to bits! He's more like a brother to me than a cousin! I tell him everything which is kinda cute.. I had dancing though so i couldn't stay long.. But after dancing i picked up Jord, and went down to the train station and headed up to Cats, for a memorable night? Shall we say! Firstly the train person, wouldn't agree that sarah's pass was valid, so max's comments for the next 5 minutes went on as 'shoulda sent an email' 'deffs shoulda had a months notice' just been a funny guy really, which i found lolable! Wow. We got off at castleton where Cats loovely parents picked us up, which was indeedly kind of them! And we started with 56372856785 pizza's which were pretty delish tbh, but the happy stars went mushy so i didn't eat any, and Robin forced an anchovi (however you spell it) down my neck, EW, its like disgusting. And he also then put it on Rohans pizza as he was taking the piss, which i found pretty histerical!! Lolll. Upstairs we went, and every body got pretty giddy... wonder why... I had a good night, making friends with Cats dad, who is the coolest person in the world. Fact. We chatted for alot of the night, and he made me giggle so much! We even shared a baileys, how kind. And he let me into his drink stash, and drink some stuff which i didn't like. And we chatted about everything really, he just makes me laugh! One person he most certainly doesn't make giggle, is Ruth. He took the piss out of her lisp, and she took the piss out of her, 'waid da dwoor faw biscuits'&amp;nbsp;and there is definitely photographic evidence of her trying to punch him! Which was so funny within itself! Rohan taught me how to lazy wee, thats if i ever want&amp;nbsp;a sex change. Sarah spent most of the night on the floor. And Jordan cried over her pom pom falling off her slipper, so she buried it, was a bit upset i wasn't invited to the funeral tbh! Urm, Lizzie got mega drunk in the space of.. Like an hour. It was hilarious though. She tried to have a shit, but couldn't whilst ruth &amp;amp; isaac were in the toilet, she fell down the stairs at least twice (of what i saw) fell asleep on just about everybody. Told everybody she had long ginger pubes. And she managed to puke and not be sick, just wrech, (just watched the video &amp;amp; im weeing myself). She was sick, in the sink, with&amp;nbsp;photo's taken, sick in her hair, on her top, on Momma Groves, weed herself &amp;amp; the list goes on...&amp;nbsp;Oh dear, if you haven't seen the video, its a must watch, definitely. Five star! Ruth &amp;amp; Isaac had what i'd call a 'little tif' ALL night. They only split up 6537825629713275 times, which is fair enough, if i were called a slug rather than a snail i would probably split up with them.. Or get called; 'an ignorant slut' 'arsehole' 'daft bitch 'melicious demon' (personal favourite) 'dickwod'... :L , Isaac also said 'Ruth im gonna bother putting my pyjamas on tongiht so if you're gonna wanna give me a blowjob you'll have to undo my jeans, im getting atleast three tonight' earlier in the night, he'd stated there ws no way on this earth he would ever get drunk, as its such a cause a death everywhere.. And alot more big words too. He got hammered. Absolutely hammered. And i&amp;nbsp;got it all recorded on my BB!&amp;nbsp;Soon after his insults Momma Groves quoted 'Catherine, i love your friends, they're such a credit to you' Lollll. What a laugh! There's alot more, but i would be here all night telling you. 7.22 was the time every body woke up, my mum was picking me up at quarter past night for some reason. So Lizzie woke up with the quote 'why's there a bowl next to me?' 'and why's no-one asleep near me?' 'And why am i wearing this top, its not mine' Couldn't remember a thing! I snugged with Cat, with the Electic blanket on, as she was cold. And she hadn't let anybody in her bed aside MEEEEE, repeating to Rohan 'out my bed' 'out my bed' 'out my bed' 'out my bed' 'out my bed'... hahahaa. It was funneh. Cat walked me to the bins, and MUMMA FOUND THE HOUSE! :O i couldn't believe it. She took me to band, and my head killed, absolutely throbbed, but at the break i expressed to Dev just how much it would mean to be in &lt;a href="http://observationsofanidiot.tumblr.com/"&gt;his blog&lt;/a&gt;, and so i went in! First 10 lines if you read it ;). Afterwards, i went home, and Momma took me shopping to scarbs, which was pretty cushtttt, i enjoyed. And i love mumma. Got a few nice peices too. Then last night, i pretty much spent the night on the piano, and i feel alot better about my piano skills now! Woop. This morning, i didn't wake up til' half eleven, so straaaaight away we went to see the new little baby, Matilda. What a cute baby, i don't think baby's are cute are that age, because they look like aliens, but i just wanted to squeeze her to death. Yesterday i chose her a little red outfit, which was gorgeous, and i think they loved it! I felt abit sorry for little Alex as she was getting all of the attention, so i bought him some thomas stickers, and we played that (and diggers) this morning. I just wanted to snug little tilly, little beauty, she's absolutely teeny tiny! But Eeeeeks! And Vicky, they're mum, im so jealous of, not even tired one bit and she's only a week old, and has nothing on her, the most amazing figure in the world! Jeez. We went up to the Cemetry as it would of been Nanny's birthday today, so i was slightly upset. But we put flowers up, and made the grave look pretty -well as pretty as a grave can get. This afternoon&amp;nbsp;i spent it, on the piano/on the computer doing photoshopping for art seen as, i've left my folder somewhere... oh dear. Not smart abby. Anyway, i'm going for tea, fish fingers.. NOM! I've had a beaut of a weekend! Thanks Cat &amp;amp; Mumma Groves &amp;amp; Papa Robin, lots of love!&lt;br /&gt;Abbss' xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-8817614624876787506?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/8817614624876787506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-not-sex-machine-im-rage-against-sex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/8817614624876787506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/8817614624876787506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-not-sex-machine-im-rage-against-sex.html' title='&apos;I&apos;m not a sex machine, i&apos;m rage against the sex machine&apos;'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-4915141622174206678</id><published>2011-01-27T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T11:31:48.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll wake up &amp; i'm not around.</title><content type='html'>To be honest, i don't have that much to blog about.. I had 3 hours of exams, which is extremely mean.&lt;br /&gt;Citizenship? What even is it? Seriously.. I am a good Citizen, thats all i need to know really? Surely.. This was first lesson, and it was ridiculous! Finished with half an hour, so had to sit and twiddle my thumbs. Yay..&lt;br /&gt;Second lesson i had Drama, writing up essay just rivites me! Phwooaaarrrr. At break i had my cup of tea, which i think its really cute that the dinner lady knows how i take it! Aww! Tehe. I chatted to DB, Han &amp;amp; Lizz' how she's gonna make me a baileys cheescake for valentines day! NOMNOMNOM! Third lesson is pe, we had dance, and it was a gooooood lesson! We worked on our routine for M.A.D.D evening, which i'm quite excited about! And taught it to Mel, who picked it up reeeaaaall quick (well done Mel). Then we got an early dinner pass, yummy. And Mel made me feel really embarassed in the Canteen, ARG. I could of &lt;u&gt;throttled&lt;/u&gt; her at one point, and i expressed this to her, edging my hands toward her neck! After that, we went back up &amp;amp; did a little dancing &amp;amp; i pranced around falling over chairs &amp;amp; just looked cool as cool can be really.. I followed Tabi up to lewis's hang out, and felt like a bit of goose, them being all smooch at all *aww*. So i was told to smell this 'smell in a bottle' which is apparently supposed to make you keel over its that strong? I must just be strong.. Hmm! 4th lesson began my TWO hour D.T exam, which i had finished in fourty-five minutes, so i sat there like a goon for a long time, balancing rulers, &amp;amp; pens on my nose, turning pencils into hedghogs &amp;amp; trying to choke myself with my hair. None of this really contained my bordem.. After Col, me &amp;amp; jessicarrrr recorded our performance for music, which is an urm lovely song.. And then chilled with Max &amp;amp; Kris, who are two cool, lovely people! Who i love lots! I went to the docss with Luigi to get her wort burned off.. EWWW. Was cringing. And i was sat next to this fat woman in the waiting room, and she absolutely stunk. Of smelly&amp;nbsp;sweaty sick people.I was borking. But on the plus side of things, my ipod is now fixed! Eeeeeeeks! And it was steak for tea. NOMNOMNOMNOM. So i want a bath at the mo, but no, Lauren is priority. Arg! Skins starts tonight though! Which i'm quiiiite looking forward to! Nommsssss.&lt;br /&gt;Abbss' xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-4915141622174206678?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/4915141622174206678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/youll-wake-up-im-not-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/4915141622174206678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/4915141622174206678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/youll-wake-up-im-not-around.html' title='You&apos;ll wake up &amp; i&apos;m not around.'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-7665519735436254013</id><published>2011-01-24T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T14:00:38.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like i haven't blogged for ages! Breif summary of my weekend..&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night: Went to ballet/tap, and hurt my feet.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Went dry sloap skiing, and completely didn't fall over! Went to my uncles, went moor walking with the new radgy doggy! Met the new horse! &amp;amp; fell in love with the new horse. &amp;amp; snugged with the beaut of a Cat! Had a yummy indian! Painted my nails!&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Woke up.. I had bran flakes for breakfast. Went to Jess's and took some AMAZE barbie box pictures, which i will apply verrryyyy soon! Had lunch with Grandpapa. Revised. Made half of my frame for my bedroom... revised some more. Got side tracked from revising.. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;MY COUSIN HAD HER BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And that brings us to this morning! Found it really so so hard to wake up. Knowing i had this god forsaken exam today. Met Joe outside the Canteen, chatted to Joe, Joe (L). Had a lol in form, chinned with the new girl. That Ruth likes.. Or something, i don't really understand but anyway.. She seems nice. Can't quite remember her name at this momento in time! Science first lesson, Doc. Morg rambled for ages. Same with Stevens after that. Break was perddyyy, we gave hannah her birthday present (eeeeeks) which she loved! Which is always good, as we thought she'd HATE it! Yum yum yum. Maths third is always a good giggle, and today did not let me down, oh how i love mr B, i genuinely cannot describe how much i love him! &lt;br /&gt;At lunch, i stressed out.. And spent the whole of the hour in the dining hall trying to revise, i got really nervous too with my butterflies in my tummy! Meh. Ad yup, you guessed it.. I failed. I failed... I failed! Why?! Why can't i just be this naturally smart girl?! I didn't have the foggiest clue about anything.. Aside from the 'CG' this cos' its Cats initials! I hate Miss Malone, i serially want miss Ohara back. Me &amp;amp; tabs, just sit &amp;amp; the back &amp;amp; play with glue, ha. After Col i had Maths revision, NOM. CATHERINE GROVES. NOM. And i&amp;nbsp;pleaded innocent to knowing anything about maths, claiming i was 'in sweden' the whole time! ha. Then CG came to spend monday night with abbss'! So we had spag bol(L). Which was nommy, and watching Cat give momma directions is verrrrrr funny! ha. We just chilled which was cool... But Cat got stressed, because people aren't being very nice about friday! So groves,&amp;nbsp;i love you baby. We dropped her at the station then went to grandads, who i &lt;strong&gt;love! &lt;/strong&gt;So Neil fitted his washer or something... Which sounds greatt.. Then i've just sat on my Sofa since then, watched this weird programme on a stalker, which is very weird! And yeah, kinda can't really be arsed to move! Sorry its all scraggy, and rushed, but my fingies are hurting!&lt;br /&gt;Abbss' xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-7665519735436254013?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/7665519735436254013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-feel-like-i-havent-blogged-for-ages.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/7665519735436254013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/7665519735436254013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-feel-like-i-havent-blogged-for-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-6727436184903134031</id><published>2011-01-24T13:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T13:33:20.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TT3vsPMsZbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Gt9xLXWoqQI/s1600/abby%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TT3vsPMsZbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Gt9xLXWoqQI/s640/abby%2521.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-6727436184903134031?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/6727436184903134031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/6727436184903134031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/6727436184903134031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TT3vsPMsZbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Gt9xLXWoqQI/s72-c/abby%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-9064754318203337219</id><published>2011-01-21T12:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T12:55:25.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just wrote a huge blog and my laptops being a twat so it deleted so now im annoyed. And i had a pretty boring day. Aside from i wrote a song about trigonometry ok. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-9064754318203337219?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/9064754318203337219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-just-wrote-huge-blog-and-my-laptops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/9064754318203337219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/9064754318203337219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-just-wrote-huge-blog-and-my-laptops.html' title=''/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-5726435749618050741</id><published>2011-01-20T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T12:59:57.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just came to say hello!</title><content type='html'>I had my first Drama 'mentoring' today, which i don't understand. My aspirational drama grade is an 'A*' and so me &amp;amp; meg (Roper) have to go to this 'meeting' with Adrian on a thursday, which is quite fun really. I just sat there, as did Megan, and asked about how they felt, more than i. Oh i forgot to mention Adam Chorlton was there too. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;So in P.E, me and Tab's were the only ones in our group, so we just flung ourselves around like a pair of headless ballet dancers ha. And then had quite a little emotional chat, which i'd never said before, and felt a little bit HMPFFFFT, afterwards. But anyway, we had fun. At break Hannah went home cos' she was pooley! So if you're reading Han, i hope you get better soons!&lt;br /&gt;Drama third, was funny, me and Meg threw notes to Isaac which made us giggle lots. And lots.. And lots. And we made a top secret mission. But shh its top secret. After the lesson i asked Ruth if she was coming into dinner, she said she was, so off we went down the steps, Isaac with us of course. And he held his hand out to hold Ruth's, so i thought, eyyy.. So i held it, and he didn't realise.. Until he turned around to kiss me thinking i was Ruth. I had a large lolgasm! Haha, Isaac felt abit embarassed i think! It was funny though!!&lt;br /&gt;We pitched outside Leggats until he came back, and i went on a lovely walk with Joe Hoggggg, and he's a lovely chappy. And he expressed how much he would love to Father one of my children. Lol. Then when i came back to pitch, me and &lt;a href="http://swallows%26smiles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cat&lt;/a&gt; went on a 'fat hunt' and found some over weight people. Woah. She went mad haaa.&lt;br /&gt;We got very immature after this, and made sticky labels, and stuck them everywhere, including on Leggat, which Alison did a dandy job at.. Not. PAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth + Fifth, i had Mr. Wheelan, as i have double Cit &amp;amp; R.S. Found out i have both exams next week. And a DT one. Brilliant. MORE REVISION! Why the hell would you put mock exams in the middle of proper exams!? Are these people serious!?&lt;br /&gt;After Col, i had music, just to get all of my coursework up to date, and record my performance, so me &amp;amp; Jess sat in the hall, and had a little practice, and a little chat. And i hope i've made Jess feel better, i sang her a song, about trying to make her smile. And i don't think i worked! :(. But anyway, i recorded my performance, as did Jess.. Well actually hers took a few takes, due to us getting the giggles. But it worked in the end!&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, i've been sat recording myself, reading out a science book, so i can put it on my iPod, to listen to when i sleep, so it sub-consciously&amp;nbsp;goes in?&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm gonna try it tonight. And see how it goes! Tehe. Eeeeks.&lt;br /&gt;Abbss' xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-5726435749618050741?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/5726435749618050741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-had-my-first-drama-mentoring-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/5726435749618050741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/5726435749618050741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-had-my-first-drama-mentoring-today.html' title='i just came to say hello!'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-7852511165057574902</id><published>2011-01-19T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T13:39:59.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI. Hello. Heya. Owaya. Orite. Iya. K.&lt;div&gt;So now we've established the many ways that we can greet somebody, i'm going to tell you about my day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up after being quite late to sleep, revising for this exam. And ionic bonding playing on my mind, which i tell you now. I don't have a clue.. So i had an exam, in science.. Of course. And i knew i was never going to be a marine biologist, or a forensic scientist, as much as i'd always wanted to be on CSI, but i didn't realise how hard it would be to actually PASS a GCSE, in science. So i opened the paper, and as plain as there, in black and white.. I failed. Couldn't answer the first question. In the end i wrote some ridiculous thing to the examiner about 'funny reacting' as the Chris Moyles Show, this morning told me to 'Imagine that the examiner is thick'.. That worked. Mmmhmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway, I had dance after that which made me giggle! We made a new dance, and i like it. Cat deffs loves it. Maybe Tabs does, Jess does. And i couldn't get a word in edge ways with Al, so i presume that's a good thing! I like Miss Welford anyway. She's the nicest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a singing lesson 3rd, and entered for my Grade 5 exam.. after having one lesson previously? This singing dood is seriously not right! He's tall. But he told me that's because he ate all of his greens as a boy. And i don't eat greens. Neither am i a boy.. So i don't really think i'll ever be as tall as him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At lunch i wanted a cheese cake, i expressed to Tilly just how badly i wanted one, but when i got there, the bottom was all 'breaky + cumbly' Which put me off, so i got a crispie cake instead. Which was delishh for col!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we all wandered down to leggats, and because all of the heating in S Block was off.. We all sat around bunsen burners. Haha, which was BRILLIANT! But i broke my pen, by melting it a little bit too much, which i SHOULD of learned by now not to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DT WAS GOOD. I got on with my work, and started loooping my bracelet.. woop :). Then i had torturous science with Doc. Morg, who dislikes me anyway, but she was in a particularly okay mood. I think it was even possible, she MAY of smiled! Shocking i know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had dancing tonight, which was gooooood! Because i mastered the 'kicking bit' which had been narking me, i also tried the splits. And i feel like my legs are gonna drop off. Not that i'm complaining or anything..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i had a lovely shower, and when i came downstairs, all i wanted was a snuggle with mum. But no. My hopes and there, right there. CRUSHED at the seams. Football was on the television. That's right, Grandad and Neil were watching Leeds vs. Arsenal, which pissed me off. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I HATE FOOTBALL SO MUCH!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i'm sat in the COLD dining room drinking tea, with mum, watching Mary Portas try and clean shit shops up. Also i'm telling Joe how much i would love a snuggle buddy. He wants to make tea with someone too. And that's a good quality to have in a bud, Tea maker. NOMSSSS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, i'm going to ask momma for a massage;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abbss' xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-7852511165057574902?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/7852511165057574902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/hi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/7852511165057574902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/7852511165057574902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-3673595259714333978</id><published>2011-01-18T13:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T13:00:48.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The world is my lobster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-3673595259714333978?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/3673595259714333978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/world-is-my-lobster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/3673595259714333978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/3673595259714333978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/world-is-my-lobster.html' title=''/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-3456664100038398308</id><published>2011-01-18T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T12:53:13.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr T.</title><content type='html'>So, Theoto Smithikins is somebody that's very close to my heart. I would even go as far as saying he's my best friend. I don't think there's a single thing that i don't tell him. He makes me laugh, and he makes me happy. But most of all he's there for me when i need him. He's got the cutest little grin in the world, that when i see just makes me want to cuddle him. And when he's with his friends in the canteen and we catch eye contact, he just gives me a look. And he doesn't know he does it. But he does. And its my look! If i have a little problem i tell Theo, and he sorts it for me. No questions asked. He thinks i'm lazy, and he knows i can't run. Because last time.. I ended up walking.&lt;br /&gt;We talk all day everyday. And he listens to everything. Truly one of the most lovely people in the world. He reads all of my blogs, so HI THEO. Although he won't write one his self, and i think its because he thinks all of his friends will be like 'lol'. He's just got a blackberry, tonight infact, so i'm hoping now that he won't think ':@#)(*&amp;amp;^£$%^&amp;amp;*(' is an emoticon. Because its not. He makes a pretty shit cup of tea, doesn't squeeze out the tea properly. Which could be improved on... We only started talking properly when i split up with Robbi, and ever since then, he's been there more than anybody else! He got me through my rough patch, and i'm not letting go of him anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to say apart from, i love him.. Simples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TTX8LkjZs1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/XyW9hGsFSqs/s1600/_DSC2539.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TTX8LkjZs1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/XyW9hGsFSqs/s320/_DSC2539.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also he hates this picture, cos' it gives him a chin. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-3456664100038398308?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/3456664100038398308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/mr-t.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/3456664100038398308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/3456664100038398308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/mr-t.html' title='Mr T.'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TTX8LkjZs1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/XyW9hGsFSqs/s72-c/_DSC2539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-3163402265705054236</id><published>2011-01-18T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T12:22:57.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I find it funny, that on holby city, they're blogging on there too. Haahahaa.&lt;div&gt;My day was urm.. Well it was okayy.. I think i persuaded a few more people to send me a valentines card. My mind has gone blank. But i think thats my brain, from the outside in, telling me to revise for my exam tomorrow. Which i'm pooing myself about. EEEEEEEKSSS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-3163402265705054236?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/3163402265705054236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-find-it-funny-that-on-holby-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/3163402265705054236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/3163402265705054236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-find-it-funny-that-on-holby-city.html' title=''/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-6979982695815663266</id><published>2011-01-17T14:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T14:42:44.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BTW</title><content type='html'>To all of you that think catherine is some kind of cute little cupcake, this is what she's really like..........&lt;br /&gt;'You are such a fucking cunt I can't fucking stand you sometimes get out of my mother fucking life. Just go jump in whitby harbour.. Second thoughts go shoot yourself through your head, you'll probably end up swimming if you dived in the harbour. I hate you you bitch.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-6979982695815663266?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/6979982695815663266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/btw.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/6979982695815663266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/6979982695815663266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/btw.html' title='BTW'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-1562336176840687557</id><published>2011-01-17T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T14:21:35.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STICKS &amp; STONES MAY BREAK MY BONES</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;'Miss A. Hall&lt;br /&gt;24 Ruswarp Lane&lt;br /&gt;Whitby&lt;br /&gt;N. Yorks&lt;br /&gt;YO21 1ND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;.. Just incase ANYONE was thinking about sending me a Valentines day card...' - I've written this so many times today.. You see, if i get the word about, then maybe.. Just maybe, SOMEBODY , might send me one!.. Haha, oh how i wish!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;Today was rather average! I was walking to school listening to rolling in the deep, and i found myself getting really angry, and i didn't know why! I was in a very&amp;nbsp;unsociable&amp;nbsp;mood.. So i decided to go play the piano. And BAM! I was revitalised!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Mr B, he just really makes my day! I love love love him! And he's got a nice bum that Cat tried to take a picture of but deffs failed. Although, i got one of Mr Almond! :) he has a lot of patience for me, does mr B, and i like people like that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had this funny interviews thing today, and i was happy cos' i got to go with Mr Wheelan (who also has a lot of time for me) and we chatted about a load of shit, but he's nice. And i like him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last lesson, i was looking forward to a lovely disruptive english lesson, that are usually really funny... And i got in there and loads of new people had been moved in.. So we had a new seating plan. Then she told me. The worst news possible.. I had been moved classes. I've been moved UP into miss malones class.. Who i think could possibly be one of the 3 witches, (one of thems invisible and clicks her mouse) but she deffs don't like Cat. I just want M'Ohara back! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me &amp;amp; Cat tootled off to maths revision, (to see mr b (; ).. And NEVER in my life have i seen someone kick up a stink as much as this person (&lt;i&gt;no names mentioned, all faces still in tact)&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;litterally STINK, the noises that come out of this person mouth :o! BELLCHHHHHH! And then, 'they' kicked off with Mr. Almond for being horrible to her at an 'after school activity' well im sorry little Miss Anonymous, but you see he had every right to. You crude individual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Momma made me &amp;amp; Cat TPB(L) NOOMMSSS. And we had a nice night, chatting about fit boys, like stinking felix, and hot lauunter? Anyway, she's gonna hook me up! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, I decided i was gonna go for a run after i dropped Cat off, at RUS station.. That left at 19.19. So before i ran....she nearly missed it, and ran down, and nearly fell over cos' her booties are slippy! But she got it guys. Its okay! ... I'd originally planned to just run up Ruswarp hill, just hurt myself a little bit. But no. I had to do it didn't I, i ran the field way. As in the 'pitch black' way. The one with no lights. I have never been so scared in my life 'black &amp;amp; white town by the doves' was playing, and it should of been some kind of DUNNNNNNNN music. I felt like i was in a horror film, any second getting raped. Getting shot. Stabbed. Murdered. It was dark. And scary, i could of done with a buddy. But i didn't.. Its okay. But SCARRY AS HELL. Never again. Saying that.. Me and theo are going tomorrow. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I WILL GET FIT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abbss' xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-1562336176840687557?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/1562336176840687557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/sticks-stones-may-break-my-bones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/1562336176840687557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/1562336176840687557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/sticks-stones-may-break-my-bones.html' title='STICKS &amp; STONES MAY BREAK MY BONES'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-4873428472966077120</id><published>2011-01-17T10:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T10:23:38.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TTSIOtHSNFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oSQPksn3D4s/s1600/FAG+BUTTS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TTSIOtHSNFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oSQPksn3D4s/s640/FAG+BUTTS.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-4873428472966077120?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/4873428472966077120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/4873428472966077120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/4873428472966077120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TTSIOtHSNFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oSQPksn3D4s/s72-c/FAG+BUTTS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-6250133600543115468</id><published>2011-01-17T10:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T10:16:52.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love tabs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thequeensdentist.blogspot.com/2011/01/friends.html"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i love&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-6250133600543115468?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/6250133600543115468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-love-tabs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/6250133600543115468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/6250133600543115468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-love-tabs.html' title='i love tabs.'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-4835125150819111717</id><published>2011-01-15T16:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T07:58:28.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;There are things waiting in the darkness. Creatures of metal, fire and blood. But he's out there, burning through time, facing a thousand dangers across the stars and never giving up. He looks like a man but he's a legend and his name is the Doctor. He'll come back to save us and this time I'm going to be ready. Then just like that... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;We'll be gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-4835125150819111717?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/4835125150819111717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/l.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/4835125150819111717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/4835125150819111717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/l.html' title=''/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-5353318051096009686</id><published>2011-01-14T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T12:38:05.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Herroooo.&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, I got into form. Mr Leggatt gave me my English result, and Abby got a B! :D... -Five marks off an A -GRRR. But a B!! YAYYYY. So after i was verryyy happy. I rolled down the exam hall, and pretty much failed my science exam. &lt;b&gt;FOR THE THIRD TIME. &lt;/b&gt;Yes thats right. THREE times i've sat this one exam and everytime i fail. Big. Fat. Fail. I'm fine with the rest, its just simply this twat! After school i got ready, and went to Tabss' for Hannahs surprise tea party! Which was really rather cute, with lots of little cutie thingss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TTCto_D3BwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/XTowGM_Kodg/s1600/_DSC2857.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TTCto_D3BwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/XTowGM_Kodg/s200/_DSC2857.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TTCtXQBMzaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-FnFljzDSDo/s1600/_DSC2815_picnik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TTCtXQBMzaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-FnFljzDSDo/s200/_DSC2815_picnik.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TTCtZtG6dLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FIxD1s3fCpU/s1600/_DSC2826_picnik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TTCtZtG6dLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FIxD1s3fCpU/s320/_DSC2826_picnik.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TTCtjXleYoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Hvq6maSF8co/s1600/_DSC2884.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="473" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TTCtjXleYoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Hvq6maSF8co/s640/_DSC2884.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So then we went to the dales, after realising that mainly all of the food made, was infact all deserts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;______________________________________&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the way home, Abby got a Bbm off Caterina, asking if she could stay at mine, and so she did. And i do hope i made her feel alot better, but if i didn't i'm sorry Cat! I love you millions Chicken dipper, chin up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;______________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First lesson i had Maths, and listed everything i needed to do to pass my exam. Its alot. And i think with the help of Mr cutton button nose B, i might pass. OR not...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Second Lesson i lost my music anthology..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Third Lesson was okay, i drew pictures of naked women, and knicked 2 chocolates off Mum for me &amp;amp; Lizzie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lunch was nice because i got to see Shona! I we spoke about how the soup she was eating somehow related to&amp;nbsp;pineapple&amp;nbsp;shit, that goes around in a complete cycle.-She stopped eating. Sorry if you were hungry this afternoon babyyyyyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fourth Lesson was English, and i had my heart broken.. My oldest friend, Kyle, who i've known since reception, since we were mere kiddy winkles, little fishes in the biggest of ponds... Is being moved out of my english, restricting Abby &amp;amp; Kyle time! -As he failed his exam :(.. So i am absolutely gutted! MEHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fifth Lesson was really boring because i had drama, and all we do is written work at the mo! And its just,... HMPPFFFFTTTT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Papa picked me up from Col, and we went for a ride around, looking in the nice shoe shop, and getting some cool stuff for my hair :). And i miss Papa, miss him loads. And i just loves his hugs, he fills me up! So Lauren went to Dads, because i've decided i've got too much revision to do.. :(. So i went to Dancing, and failed at some kind of step i can't do, and got really stressed and ended up looking like a foooool! So me &amp;amp; mum are home alone, with the PJ's on, and the soaps! Snuggles! Yayyy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Abbss' xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-5353318051096009686?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/5353318051096009686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/herroooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/5353318051096009686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/5353318051096009686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/herroooo.html' title=''/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TTCto_D3BwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/XTowGM_Kodg/s72-c/_DSC2857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-8201665954127758473</id><published>2011-01-12T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T14:28:34.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I GUESS THE CARPET WEREN'T ROLLED OUT.</title><content type='html'>I feel like a rant. But i can't be bothered. Cos' my fingers ache. Because i'm tired. Because i can't sleep. Because of my science exams, which i've been revising for, for a long time. And you know what else is annoying. I thought, mint gonna go to westwood next year and can do performing arts/music and i'll be happy. But no, the school had to be shit didn't it. Walked in and &amp;nbsp;not even joking was like a little rabbit warren. Felt really&amp;nbsp;claustrophobic too. They had an awesome dance studio, and an awesome theatre, and an awesome stage.. But the rest was shit. I was absolutely gutted. AM absolutely gutted. I don't want to stay on at college next year, because i want to get out of whitby, i prefer big cities, places &amp;amp; people. But looks like me &amp;amp; whitters will be sticking together, woop. So, I had Science 3rd lesson, well I thought so anyway, so Theo walked me, and we chatted which was sweet, and I got to Doc Morgs door, suprosed to see Mr Flynn staring back at me, so I asked him was he teaching my lesson? And he replied with 'I always teach your lesson'. So I carried on and thought nothing of it, oblivious to everything else that was going on around me, put my bag on the shelf went to grab my book, when I realised.. It was a class of year 10's. What a prick I looked. I had music instead... Brilliant! So.. i went into science FOURTH LESSON to find i didn't have a fucking clue what i've 'learnt' in the past term.. year. year(s). Mint. So after my realism -2nd day in a row now this is, i went to pe which cheered me up millions. We're doing thriller, and its just so funny &amp;amp; makes me giggle. And so does Catherine.. Thinking she's a size ten. PHAHA, no baby gurrrrl. And Jesssssss calling herself black. Eeeks, they made my day. Although, Laura's burping genuinely turned my stomach, ew. &amp;nbsp;Deffs think that Becky Cousins joining dancing made my year though, fair enough we've never seen eye to eye, and im really not wanting to be rude here. But i don't understand her!? I mean... WHAT?! Hahahaa..... I need to choose what to do for my final piece for Art, i'm doing self image, and not getting very far. Genuinerrss don't have a clue. I wanted to&amp;nbsp;incorporate photoshop &amp;amp; shizz into it. And like make it brill, but i need help! Jess deffs has the best idea, she's doing BARBIE! And i'm gonna pose as brown barbie teheheheee. &lt;br /&gt;But anyway, i have a Science exam first lesson tomorrow, which just&amp;nbsp;rivets my soul. Im such an enthusiast. :|.&lt;br /&gt;But on the plus side, my urban outfitters order came(!).. I got a new dress, which is absolute perff, which i love! And i think i'm going to wear it tomorrow... ;). And my booties, which are like brogue boots, (i've just sneezed if you would like to know) which i've fallen for too. NOM. But on the negative side, which there always seems to be... My leather shorts wouldn't fasten. &lt;b&gt;I HAVE SUCH A FAT ARSE!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;They're mediums, and i measured them against my size 10 jeans.. and i don't know which kind of anorexic 'medium' person they designed them on. Twats. So they will have to go back.. Weren't all that nice anyway. Kind of reminded myself of Olivia Newton John in them. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to finish off my airbrush on one particular picture of Tabss' from yesterday, she looks like a barbie. Hahahahaaa. Anyways, must dash i need a cup of tea, i can hear it. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;*drink me, drink me!*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbss' xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-8201665954127758473?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/8201665954127758473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-feel-like-rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/8201665954127758473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/8201665954127758473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-feel-like-rant.html' title='I GUESS THE CARPET WEREN&apos;T ROLLED OUT.'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-569998170312879709</id><published>2011-01-11T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T12:56:41.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello fellow bloggerssss.&lt;br /&gt;Having the button fall off my coat and lost, a hole put in my bag and all of my art stuff falling out of it, and milk going everywhere all over the floor.. I had an alright morning!&lt;br /&gt;I had double art, and got started on my pieces for my exam, which was good! Also having it with Tabs makes it alot better.. And having English with tabs is even nicer, cos' we chat about nice things -until Miss Ohara stops us of course.. Then we start again:)&lt;br /&gt;I had a quick dash into dinner, finding Cat, cute as a little sweetie pie! So she came with&amp;nbsp; me too.. Then off to the Art room i went, just wanting a few pictures of Tabss that i could edit. Didn't realise she was going to give me the privelage of her bra! Phwwooaarrr! Me, Tabs, Han &amp;amp; Cat all in a small small cupboard! PERFECTO!;)&lt;br /&gt;Then i had Mr Stevens, and the realism came... Just how badly im going to fail my science examsss. Which is kinda shit i suppose, but i can't help it if im brainless! Hmmm.... I thought DT would make me feel better, as Mr Richardson usually does, because i think he likes me. BUT NO! My pieces had come for my necklace, which were TOO big, my earrings, TOO BIG, my bracelet, TOO BIG! So there i was, trying to assemble this massoff huaaaggeee scorpian together, realising how badly i was failing.. And came across&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;lump on the back of my head, which i googled, cos' i was paranoid, and apparently its stress related. Phahaha. Oh wellsss. I just smiless, it usual worksies.&lt;br /&gt;After school, i went to Jacks to give him some company, cos' he's a good lad is Jack! &amp;amp; Mr Theoto was there, and we had Tea, -which was a mighty fine cup too if i DO say so mysef! Ha. I decided to make him a blog, and he's called 'foreign... actualls i can't remember, its good though. We spoke about Beyonce, and since then i've been listening to her all night, and she's a cooool ladyy! Also talked about Doctor Who pig slaves and their resemblences with certain peoples tehe. And... I hate snooker.&lt;br /&gt;Formspring was mean to me too, it gave me tears in my eyes, but i didn't cry. I kept it in my little white sockets. And now i feel all pooeeey, but i'm pretty sure i have a BBM off Cat that's sure to make me feel better!&lt;br /&gt;Abbss' xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-569998170312879709?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/569998170312879709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello-fellow-bloggerssss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/569998170312879709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/569998170312879709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello-fellow-bloggerssss.html' title=''/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-7206747300019902781</id><published>2011-01-10T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T14:26:01.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catherine Groves.</title><content type='html'>Groves. Groves. Groves.&lt;br /&gt;Groves is my little bundle of sunshine on a morning, no matter what she does. She always seems to make me smile. Her face is the cutest thing in the world, and her button &amp;amp; elephant earings are SOOO sweet! She makes me laugh, and tells me all of her problems and i try and help her. Bbming her 24/7 just makes my life that weeny bit better, because if she's not talking about potato stars she's sending me acronyms which is SO cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;H Y I U H C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I like form times with my baby caterina, eating minstrels and chocolate and getting it taken off us. And we've come to the agreement that monday night is ours. Maths revision until half four and then back to abbss for my favourite dishes -courtesy of Momma Hall. At this moment in time, she's most probably of Bbm'd me, but i'm sure she'll forgive me. She helps me with my little problems, like with Debs, and boys and clothes and how she doesn't like leather shorts. She's full of idea's and always knows how to make me a positive chickadee! She also likes my Camera lots, and i'm not going to lie here, she's deffs getting better than me. There's been alot of improvement since they're first meeting! She makes me go eeek. and tehe tooo! And some how, no matter whats we do or where we go, she always turns the convorsation into sex. Maybe that's a good thing;). But i love her with all of my heart, from the bottom to the top, she fills me up! Love you Groves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-7206747300019902781?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/7206747300019902781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/catherine-groves.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/7206747300019902781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/7206747300019902781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/catherine-groves.html' title='Catherine Groves.'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-2214717498679180610</id><published>2011-01-10T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T14:03:58.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHERYL COLE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I need to&amp;nbsp;get this out in the open. Its been brewing for tooooo long! I absolutely love Cheryl. She's my favourite person in the world, i think we could be good friends. Yanoooo;). I just think everything about her is so amazing! And it pisses me off when people make sarcastic comments about her and me. It cuts deep. And it also annoys me when people say 'Abby thinks she looks like Cheryl' actually for the record, i don't think i do, I wish i did! So much! Haha. I would turn for her anyday. Even if all she wanted was a fling, i deffs would never say no! Tehe. She's so beautiful, and she's had a rough time, but she soldiers on. Gotta have spirit to do that ey. I'm currently layed on my bed, and what makes me SO happy is to know that i've got a cheryl box under my bed, full of everything Cheryl. (even her autograph:o) ;) all of her books, ex-calendars. -The current calendar is on my wall you see. I use all of the same make up as her too. Which make me very pleased. And also, i've got a dvd on how to be Cheryl. It goes with the book 'being cheryl'. I'm just living in absolute ore of her. She's God to me. And i will worship her until the end. I think what Ashley is, and was is a twat. She could always do better, god help that 'Kayla' he's supposed to be with. I'm undecided on whether i think she should get with Derek or not. I don't know if he's right for her. My Dad told me never to choose blonde boys. So? I definitely don't want her getting with Wil.I.Am, or i WILL have something to say about that! I even made my dancing teacher let us do our exam piece to her music. Her albums full of emotion, and the messages behind the lyrics are the best. I just love her, i can't actually tell any of anybody in the world just how much i'm besotted with&amp;nbsp; her. And how much i love her! 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I'm the happiest chappy in the world right now! I've got butterflies in my tummy, and that only happens with special things! Eeeeks!&lt;br /&gt;I went for a walk with Mummy this morning, and took some yummy pictures which was sweet! And then i had a lovely walk this evening which was EEEEK.&lt;br /&gt;Dancing on ice started again tonight (love) and every year i say how much i want to be an ice skater, but i never do it! So if anybody would like to be my ice skating partner. I won't say no to you babbyyyy! &lt;br /&gt;ALSOOOO.... Wild at heart starts tonight!! Which also makes me eeeeek! And oooh, im quite&amp;nbsp;happy girly right nowwwww!&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to think about the exams that i have this week, which i haven't revised.. or prepared for in any shape or form.. Oh dear. I'm not thinking about it. At all!&lt;br /&gt;Nothings gonna bring my mood down!&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKSSSSSSSSS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-6504249909578505890?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/6504249909578505890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/ive-got-secret-i-cant-tell-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/6504249909578505890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/6504249909578505890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/ive-got-secret-i-cant-tell-you.html' title='I&apos;VE GOT A SECRET I CAN&apos;T TELL YOU.'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-6929237712616704992</id><published>2011-01-08T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T14:41:01.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>iLike</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;i like Chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; Sun. Strawberries. Cheryl. Cake mix. Florence + the machine. Chris Moyles. Snow. Michael Mcintyre. Clothes. Kate Nash. Naivety. Laughing. Singing. Piano. Girls Aloud. Dressing up. My dad. Perfroming. Shoes. Dani Braithwaite. Rihanna. The smell of petrol. Photography. Pink. Being tanned. The taste of snow. Taking pictures. Vivienne Westwood. MTV. Sparkles. Being LOUD. Catherine Groves' Acronyms. Robbie Williams. Dancing. Bad Gal Lashes. Things that sparkle. Photoshop. My Mum! Early mornings! Marina &amp;amp; the Diamonds. Sherlock. Take That. One Direction. Shopping.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Fire. Sweden. Lipstick. i like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-6929237712616704992?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/6929237712616704992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/ilike.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/6929237712616704992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/6929237712616704992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/ilike.html' title='iLike'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-2722297533422115100</id><published>2011-01-07T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T11:35:08.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mehhhhh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TSdncxSRkxI/AAAAAAAAADY/OBuNm8i4GwY/s1600/oooo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TSdncxSRkxI/AAAAAAAAADY/OBuNm8i4GwY/s320/oooo.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking at these symptoms, aside a select few... I think its absolutely possible i could have swine flu?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like poo. And need some kind of energy, even dancing tonight was such an effort. And now my toots hurt lots too! And will somebody please come and turn down the TV as i've asked my sister&amp;nbsp;repetitively and she won't because she's a big fat meany custard. My head hurts. I would quite enjoy a nice shower, but its otherwise occupied. :|.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got told today, that i have a science exam on thursday. Im not actually all that sure what its in, all i know is its a resit? So that's not the best. Also, i've got an english essay that was in for the other day.. And art.. And drama.. Oh dears. It would be fine if i could be bothered, i'd be on top of it. I think i need energy. Any tipssss? Or i would pay somebody to do my work for me......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-2722297533422115100?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/2722297533422115100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/mehhhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/2722297533422115100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/2722297533422115100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/mehhhhh.html' title='mehhhhh.'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TSdncxSRkxI/AAAAAAAAADY/OBuNm8i4GwY/s72-c/oooo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-7967156539840442999</id><published>2011-01-04T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T14:10:46.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Todays been a weird day. Starting off very negative. Got gradually postiverrrrr......... And i like cute texts. And bbms off Cat. And little hugs off Lauren. I started back at school, which i really didn't want to. Was extremely boring, and Mr Stevens had sweaty arm pits (ewwww). I had a nice peice of chocolate in form, and had a lot of laughs, off all of my giggely girlies in there, pretty much the only reason i went to school(!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway i need a wee so i'll leave you with this picture of a weird man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TSOazKF44QI/AAAAAAAAADU/B5-IhHdl_CU/s1600/catman-dennis-abner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TSOazKF44QI/AAAAAAAAADU/B5-IhHdl_CU/s1600/catman-dennis-abner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-7967156539840442999?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/7967156539840442999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/todays-been-weird-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/7967156539840442999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/7967156539840442999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/todays-been-weird-day.html' title=''/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TSOazKF44QI/AAAAAAAAADU/B5-IhHdl_CU/s72-c/catman-dennis-abner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-6131088933688379722</id><published>2011-01-03T09:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T09:15:23.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-6131088933688379722?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/6131088933688379722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-hate-boys.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/6131088933688379722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/6131088933688379722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-hate-boys.html' title=''/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-7511383842246989240</id><published>2011-01-01T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T11:09:18.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TR94tCqJ9HI/AAAAAAAAAC4/fN0w6WHOGHc/s1600/_DSC2539.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TR94tCqJ9HI/AAAAAAAAAC4/fN0w6WHOGHc/s200/_DSC2539.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its&lt;strong&gt; 2011&lt;/strong&gt;:O i don't like it! It doesn't sound right!?:/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Saying that, i had a very good night last night, at my braithwaites crib ;). Partying til' the early hours, waking up a few minutes(?!?!?) ... After! We endured yet another night of Ruths drunken antics, which urm, went down a treat?:L... Making everybody play the epithany game or she will smack us&amp;nbsp;in the mouth so i make a hole in my nose? Yep, that makes sense ruth.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TR95vp4YpmI/AAAAAAAAADE/7xn2RBHigDc/s1600/_DSC2492.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TR95vp4YpmI/AAAAAAAAADE/7xn2RBHigDc/s200/_DSC2492.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TR95AcKLIqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/f3LnDTH6BgY/s1600/_DSC2448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TR95AcKLIqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/f3LnDTH6BgY/s200/_DSC2448.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I felt like uber shit this morning. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But i had a very good night, and im suprised my lips still feel like they do.. Kissing every single person in the room within one minute?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;It was a very good night though! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TR95cDF3e9I/AAAAAAAAADA/1s3z4jhzlTI/s1600/_DSC2460.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TR95cDF3e9I/AAAAAAAAADA/1s3z4jhzlTI/s200/_DSC2460.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I got picked up this morning, and had a well deserved shower! Then, to my absolute shockism, -if thats some kind of word?? My cockney relatives came up that i hadn't seen for over five years! So i was absolutely made up! And had New years dinner, and cakes and teas and biscuits! And aww, it was so sweet and lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love cockney people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-7511383842246989240?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/7511383842246989240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/7511383842246989240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/7511383842246989240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TR94tCqJ9HI/AAAAAAAAAC4/fN0w6WHOGHc/s72-c/_DSC2539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-4936763706287442818</id><published>2010-12-28T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T15:45:45.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TRpzV9MF9QI/AAAAAAAAACs/Z6cG_904nUs/s1600/eyesss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TRpzV9MF9QI/AAAAAAAAACs/Z6cG_904nUs/s640/eyesss.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I got my photoshop back today!.. After a long long long time! :D; so i made this beauty^!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had the morning from hell, i woke up at 10.26am, and thought.. Hmm, lets have a shower.. Wash my hair yano, so there i go off in the shower... Get in there, only to realise, WE HAD NO WATER. I was really looking forward to that too. No taps at all worked, i had to wash with baby wipes, until this afternoon when we had to go to the other house to get a shower in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate yorkshire water. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Being in my un-happy state, smelling like possible dog poo, and looking like i had a chip pan on my head... My Dad made me go to a factory outlet to get my Gran a present, i tell ye i had the time of my life :|. What don't the rents understand about 15 year olds wanting to go sales shopping? Seriously baffles me sometimes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And todays moral of the story is... Always keep a weeny bit of water with you, &lt;strong&gt;just incase.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-4936763706287442818?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/4936763706287442818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-got-my-photoshop-back-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/4936763706287442818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/4936763706287442818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-got-my-photoshop-back-today.html' title=''/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TRpzV9MF9QI/AAAAAAAAACs/Z6cG_904nUs/s72-c/eyesss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-6849924613950203308</id><published>2010-12-27T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T12:12:36.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eeeeeeeeek!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TRjwr8BJUSI/AAAAAAAAACY/Vvnjbmh7UV4/s1600/%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TRjwr8BJUSI/AAAAAAAAACY/Vvnjbmh7UV4/s200/%2529.jpg" width="195" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Today.. I met my own little person! Small, half, step.. Whatver- Niece! Due to a werdy mixed up family! The cutest adorable thing in the world! Eeeeek! Tehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TRjxImOhuSI/AAAAAAAAACc/SdZfKuSiFsE/s1600/_DSC2263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TRjxImOhuSI/AAAAAAAAACc/SdZfKuSiFsE/s320/_DSC2263.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just thought this was sooo creeeppppyyyyy, i took it on the way over to my Dads. I'm spending a few days here over christmas, but judging by the amount of little white flakes falling from the sky.. I could be here alot longer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TRjxZ2dxW2I/AAAAAAAAACg/DCOflSvgV60/s1600/Gloomy+loom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TRjxZ2dxW2I/AAAAAAAAACg/DCOflSvgV60/s320/Gloomy+loom.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love this! I took it on christmas day, tehe. Just on the top of the switch backs!&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; makes me go eeeeeek! &lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-6849924613950203308?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/6849924613950203308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2010/12/eeeeeeeeek.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/6849924613950203308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/6849924613950203308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2010/12/eeeeeeeeek.html' title='Eeeeeeeeek!'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TRjwr8BJUSI/AAAAAAAAACY/Vvnjbmh7UV4/s72-c/%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-966424679813881426</id><published>2010-12-26T07:21:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T07:21:46.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHRISTMAS!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TRddihcsTVI/AAAAAAAAACI/mxqCUdiokuA/s1600/_DSC2131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TRddihcsTVI/AAAAAAAAACI/mxqCUdiokuA/s320/_DSC2131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I had a lovely christmas morning, i got to see all of my Dads side of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--Here!&lt;br /&gt;And ooooh it was delightful!&lt;br /&gt;My Papa even got through the snow to see me! Which made my day!&lt;br /&gt;I was such a lucky girl, getting a new laptop. So i can blog all of the time. And a new lens for my Camera! XD!&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-966424679813881426?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/966424679813881426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-i-had-lovely-christmas_5628.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/966424679813881426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/966424679813881426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-i-had-lovely-christmas_5628.html' title=''/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TRddihcsTVI/AAAAAAAAACI/mxqCUdiokuA/s72-c/_DSC2131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-3089348053115445881</id><published>2010-12-15T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T15:23:00.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling in the deep.</title><content type='html'>Today, has been a good day. I hate periods. But my pluses exeed my minus's... &lt;br /&gt;The christmas concert at school was lovely, where me and my close friend sho_no played a lovely little adele song, which im going to miss practicing! Tonight was full of festivity! And I'm in the mood for Christmas now! I can't sleep on a night because I'm so excited tehe. And everything is beginning to work and,turn for not the better, but THE best!:) even better, its forecast to snow, which would absolutely make my christmas! I want Catherine to cheer up cos' she's making me sad:(. I want to make friends with an old best friend, that i miss so much! And I would like to confront new friends about relationships, all doing this without being involved, which sounds to me impossible. My laptop won't let me blog, so the iPod it has to be! I'm a babbler. Woopsies, tehehehe! &lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-3089348053115445881?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/3089348053115445881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2010/12/rolling-in-deep.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/3089348053115445881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/3089348053115445881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2010/12/rolling-in-deep.html' title='Rolling in the deep.'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423143778838071720.post-5959095546265095488</id><published>2010-12-01T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T14:55:53.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOM.</title><content type='html'>My names Abby, but i like to be called Ab by people that love me. I'm fifteen, but depending on my mood i can act completely differently. I like things to be a little bit&amp;nbsp;different&amp;nbsp;sometimes, + i like to be awkward. Music is brilliant, and i'm very passionate about it, it makes me want to jump up and down and :D!! Cheryl Cole is my idol and i have a box that's filled with everything about her, like a shrine in a box. I have a problem, which is that&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;i'm near shops i must buy something, i'm obsessed with buying clothes! I like photography, &amp;amp; taking pictures, which is fun. I hate people that don't speak with proper English, it gets on my wick! At this moment in time, i don't want a boyfriend because i'm scared i'll get broken because of it. I find it way to easy to love things, -which i WILL learn to stop doing! My&amp;nbsp;favorite&amp;nbsp;food is CHOCOLATE! And i despise honey + crunchy crisps. I don't like people that love themselves, and go out of their way to look good every day. I love my Dad, but he lives over 3hours away, which sometimes makes me sad. My Mum is like my best friend + i love her lots. I think i'm quite an opinionated person, but i won't go out of my way to be mean to anybody, if i do, i must really not like them.. I like my piano. I sing. I dance. &amp;amp; i think my Sister can be very annoying, but she's nice:). This mod scene doesn't appeal to me. I like glittery, sparkely, pink things. And i'm not the smartest one in the bunch either. I love Sweden &amp;amp; everything about it. I like looking at peoples eyebrows, and i think i'm becoming quite obsessed. Florence Welch gives me alot of inspiration as does Regina Spektor, sometimes Adele does too. I do the really annoying thing that, if i buy an album i listen to the same song over &amp;amp; OVER until i learn all of the words. I'm also a flicker, on the music channels, sorry! I forgot to mention, i like dancing, i do all types of it and i loove it! I like to say 'Tack' instead of thankyou. &amp;amp; now.. i'm going for tea xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/423143778838071720-5959095546265095488?l=youkissbythebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/feeds/5959095546265095488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2010/12/nom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/5959095546265095488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/423143778838071720/posts/default/5959095546265095488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youkissbythebook.blogspot.com/2010/12/nom.html' title='NOM.'/><author><name>_little red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10376236253422164820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGkCLH_Kk-w/TPaRBhRWy8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mJTfgG8U9IQ/S220/DSC_0370%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
