<?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-11078736</id><updated>2011-11-30T14:22:34.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blog of Alice</title><subtitle type='html'>"Amusing yet often tragically terrifying" - Mr. Blogcritic</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799020953855305181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/scubadiveralice/scuba.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078736.post-114658203325555388</id><published>2006-05-02T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T08:00:33.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am quite, quite happy at the moment even though exams are near and I am constantly worrying about History, Economics and Spanish and to celebrate I have a new poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"When I Laugh at Nothing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I stare at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And recall when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I felt like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could trip me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With a delicate whisper in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And urge the blood in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My head to pound with your sweet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smell on my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I watch you and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fall in love like I am still in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some delirious dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I never want to leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It is twenty four days untill my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078736-114658203325555388?l=blogofalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/feeds/114658203325555388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11078736&amp;postID=114658203325555388' title='96 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/114658203325555388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/114658203325555388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-quite-quite-happy-at-moment-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799020953855305181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/scubadiveralice/scuba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>96</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078736.post-113450020550842045</id><published>2005-12-13T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T07:51:36.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lets go to bed&lt;br /&gt;And shake the sky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078736-113450020550842045?l=blogofalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/feeds/113450020550842045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11078736&amp;postID=113450020550842045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/113450020550842045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/113450020550842045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/2005/12/lets-go-to-bed-and-shake-sky.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799020953855305181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/scubadiveralice/scuba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078736.post-113450008244732981</id><published>2005-12-13T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T10:55:23.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most recent(ish) Poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do what pleases him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why worship her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She is ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He is gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lied the Mad Beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Their love is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In a shadow of bitter stares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No sweetness here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078736-113450008244732981?l=blogofalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/feeds/113450008244732981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11078736&amp;postID=113450008244732981' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/113450008244732981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/113450008244732981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/2005/12/most-recentish-poetry.html' title='Most recent(ish) Poetry'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799020953855305181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/scubadiveralice/scuba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078736.post-113049454080995153</id><published>2005-10-28T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T03:17:09.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The peach"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A pink peach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lies lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beneath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mad blue rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a diamond sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wet and gorgeous in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the flood of water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then a knife drives into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's delicate skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and it's sweet honey juices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are hot and moist on the toungue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And in this moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He recalls an urge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to heave his pleasing shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and with that friendly goddess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;take a thousand languid lifetimes away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for one sordid moment of loving lust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078736-113049454080995153?l=blogofalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/feeds/113049454080995153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11078736&amp;postID=113049454080995153' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/113049454080995153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/113049454080995153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/2005/10/peach.html' title='&quot;The peach&quot;'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799020953855305181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/scubadiveralice/scuba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078736.post-112992667579237719</id><published>2005-10-21T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T13:31:15.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Fridge poetry</title><content type='html'>The thing I like about fridge poetry is that it's so spur of the moment, it's distorted thoughts as one is unable to create the intended poem by limited choice of words and also, new discoveries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thoughts from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucious storms light&lt;br /&gt;the vision I worship in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;of a road a thousand moments away&lt;br /&gt;in a spring I ache for&lt;br /&gt;like the delirious desire&lt;br /&gt;a smooth skinned boy as of his girl&lt;br /&gt;gone to the place of&lt;br /&gt;crushed sky and&lt;br /&gt;boiling rock&lt;br /&gt;with white tongues&lt;br /&gt;soaring as a mist&lt;br /&gt;to an eternity of&lt;br /&gt;life never shadowed by man's symphony&lt;br /&gt;and forests untouched by time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078736-112992667579237719?l=blogofalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/feeds/112992667579237719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11078736&amp;postID=112992667579237719' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/112992667579237719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/112992667579237719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/2005/10/more-fridge-poetry.html' title='More Fridge poetry'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799020953855305181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/scubadiveralice/scuba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078736.post-112966233491721775</id><published>2005-10-18T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T12:05:34.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newest plan!</title><content type='html'>I am the most indecisive person in the universe, unable to even choose something to eat from Sainsbury's, as Jon will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I have a new plan that might last a few days, I'm going to be a writer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andon here I will publish my first poem, It's called "Fridge Poetry" becuase I wrote it on the fridge with my magnetic poetry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Fridge poetry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When their black symphonys&lt;br /&gt;moan bitterly&lt;br /&gt;heave your sweetness&lt;br /&gt;and with it watch&lt;br /&gt;this eternity of&lt;br /&gt;winter whispers&lt;br /&gt;rusting in the&lt;br /&gt;summer music&lt;br /&gt;you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I must say I am most talented, as I also won a prize for best individual performane in the Shakespeare synopsises we did at Ufton Court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And totally up myself.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078736-112966233491721775?l=blogofalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/feeds/112966233491721775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11078736&amp;postID=112966233491721775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/112966233491721775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/112966233491721775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/2005/10/newest-plan.html' title='Newest plan!'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799020953855305181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/scubadiveralice/scuba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078736.post-112836300330097921</id><published>2005-10-03T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T11:10:03.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>I love music that really reminds one of something or creates certain feelings, the most strong tracks for me are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr Brightside &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The Killers)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; I can't help but smile when I hear this, I get butterflys in my stomach and feel incredibly excited, I don't really know what it reminds me of but the first time I heard it was at Emma's sixteenth birthday party so I think that's where the strong sense lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Linkin Park song I don't know the name of:&lt;/span&gt; This song also makes me feel very excited, they're proberbly linked to similar events. The time that it always reminds me of is sitting in Daniel's garden on his swinging chair with it blasting out of the speakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is how you remind me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Nickleback)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Emma and I used to listen to this over and over again when we must have been about thirteen and it reminds me of windy February days behind the Brooks Centre huddled up to Emma holding Daniel's cd player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I only want to be with you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Dusty Springfield)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;The theme to channel two in New Zealand was this tune and this always reminds me of sitting behind a sofa in the Robertson's house when the TV broke and the song played over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good Vibrations&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (The Beach Boys)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;I daned to this when I did "50" in year 10, it reminds me very strongly of the excitement I felt when I was on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lay Lady Lay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bob Dylan)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;This, strangly reminds me of sitting on a toilet, crying but it's a really great song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;American English&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Idlewild)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;I first heard this at Beth's house when I was fourteen, we were sitting on her bedroom floor chatting and it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last one I promise :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Romeo and Juliet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Dire Straits)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Sitting at my computer on Saturday morning the 2nd of July, Jon sent this too me after the prom and it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;made me smile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078736-112836300330097921?l=blogofalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/feeds/112836300330097921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11078736&amp;postID=112836300330097921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/112836300330097921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/112836300330097921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/2005/10/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799020953855305181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/scubadiveralice/scuba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078736.post-112714986082114898</id><published>2005-09-19T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T10:11:00.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school</title><content type='html'>It doesn't seem so long ago that I was writting about the beginning of year 11 and now tis the beginning of sixth form and everything is very different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 of my chums have left which is rather sad but some new chums have joined. I have "ambitiously" chosen to do 5 subjects which I think may be too much but I now enjoy them all too much to decide which one to drop. Nevermind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078736-112714986082114898?l=blogofalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/feeds/112714986082114898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11078736&amp;postID=112714986082114898' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/112714986082114898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/112714986082114898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/2005/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799020953855305181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/scubadiveralice/scuba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078736.post-112592154983678209</id><published>2005-09-05T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T11:40:03.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the dead</title><content type='html'>It must seem that I have dissapeared for a long time as I haven't blogged in many a year but today I am very bored with nothing to do so I may as well fill in my life from the last point that I blogged...which was....*looking*.....just after prom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the week before I went to New Zealand I was at my grandparent's where I kept a food diary in my little blue notebook of all the food I ate there. I had some very nice stuff (A pesto and pepper ciabatta sandwhich) and some gross stuff (Cheese..er...gross stuff). Going to my grandparent's meant that Genny and I had to postpone our Harry Potter reading which was a shame, but we had time on the plane...more than enough time, it only took 6 hours to finish it. Before we left Jon came over for the weekend which was lovely, we went and saw some tribute bands at Wellington Country park then he stayed over and we went on a long walk the next day....twas very funny becuase we planned to say to my mum when she asked us how far we'd gone to: "All the way" hahahahahahah VERY funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...New Zealand, lots to say about this, I'll go one place at a time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hamilton: &lt;/span&gt;This was my old home and it took very little time to feel back at home here. We stayed here most of the time and it was best when we stayed with Michele and Erin who we had so much fun with....we all got on so well, it was like those 7 years apart had never happened. We had a party while we were there which was really fun but quite overwhelming to see so many people, some I recognised, some I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raglan: &lt;/span&gt;Going to Raglan was great, the black sand and the pill box were so comfortingly familiar and the sea wasn't too cold so we went paddling in our knickers. We saw Haley who lives there, she is definatly my favorite of my parent's friends and her children are so lovely, I always felt so sad leaving Raglan becuase I was so concious of having to leave it behind. We went there three times and everytime we went we would go to the Tounge and Groove lounge which was really cool and did great curly fries. In England I never much enjoy entertaining other people's small children but I really loved Charlie, Molly and Jemima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wellington: &lt;/span&gt;We stayed here for four days but it felt like a lot longer, I really liked staying there with Helen and Steve and their children, I don't know what it is but I prefer the New Zealand children, perhaps becuase I know I won't have to see them so often. We babysat one night and dealt very well with Annabel when she woke up screaming. What was really great about being there was that we had access to the internet so I managed to email Jon a few times each day. We went around the Parliment building which was interesting, especially the bit about the structure so that it would be able to withstand an earthquake (there are many in Wellington). We went to Te Papa which is a really awesome museam and we had some good coffees (or rather hot chocolate becuase I hate coffee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aukland: &lt;/span&gt;We stayed with Jacinda and Mike while we were there, Jacinda makes lots of great food and made me laugh a lot by talking about what men would be like if they had periods, hahahahaha good times.... We went on a glass bottomed boat which was really cool becuase you could see the fish, then, we went to the best place in the whole of Aukland....Kelly Tarlton's!!! It's the most amazing aquarium made out of an old sewer, there's a huge tunnel with glass walls so the fish swim over your head and there's a moving floor that moves you around and the most fascinating and beautiful fish....it is so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rotorua: &lt;/span&gt;I luuurve Rotorua becuase of all the bubbling mud which is so fascinating! I love the way Rotorua smells and how you see random hot streams about the place. Rotorua is one of the places that tourists love, especially with things like the Zorb, Bungee jumping and the Swoop! Michele, Erin and I did the swoop, it was so amazing, soooo scary, I don't think I've ever been so scared in my life but a really great experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving New Zealand was harder than I expected becuase I never expected to love it so much...it seems so weird that 3 weeks ago I was sitting in front of a computer on msn in a freezing cold house with my hands beginning to numb contemplating on how exceptionally great life is, I was in a beautiful country with still a week to go, I was going to Kelly Tarlton's, I had the most amazing friends in New Zealand who I had a great time with, then back home I had freind's who I loved, a Boyfriend who really loved me and vice versa, great potential new friends and a really fab family...except now I don't feel like that. Today was, I suppose, the first day back at school and Richard is not coming back, nor is Daniel, nor is Jon and it's going to be so hard to keep in touch and I can't imagine being at school without them...but I will accept this change and it will all be okay, I just feel like that great feeling I had is slipping away from me, especially now I'm home, which I love, I love England but I really loved New Zealand too and it is such a long way away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, all that sounds mildly depressing, I'm still pretty happy...I had a nice day today and it was nice to hang out with Andy and get on so well. I reackon school will be fine, things change but it can be really good and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this post has taken about 3 days to write (obviously not all at once, I'd be dead from lack of rest) so now I'm finished it is time to crack open the champers and parTAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078736-112592154983678209?l=blogofalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/feeds/112592154983678209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11078736&amp;postID=112592154983678209' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/112592154983678209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/112592154983678209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/2005/09/back-from-dead.html' title='Back from the dead'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799020953855305181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/scubadiveralice/scuba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078736.post-112081473603486042</id><published>2005-07-08T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T02:25:36.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crazy, it's now simple to put photos on here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo...the prom was good, as was the after party (I went to an after party I'm so cool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've been mooching about, doing various jobs, fighting with my mum (not good), been into town quite a bit and spend ridiculous amounts of money on buses but managed to save £1.50 on a cinmea ticket RESULT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Meera and Libby so it's been a week of catching up with old friends, then I saw Jon yesterday and Monday so it's catching up with more recent friends. Also on Monday I saw Emma, Daniel, Andy and Luke so it was like our old gang back together *sobsobsob*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo...done various other things I can't remember or would have to be censored, maybe I should include some meaningful sentiments about sentimental things but I can't be bothered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078736-112081473603486042?l=blogofalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/feeds/112081473603486042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11078736&amp;postID=112081473603486042' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/112081473603486042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/112081473603486042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/2005/07/crazy-its-now-simple-to-put-photos-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799020953855305181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/scubadiveralice/scuba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078736.post-112081362889134181</id><published>2005-07-08T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T02:07:08.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos! What larks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/676/884/1600/Jon%2C%20Tiff%20and%20Joe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/676/884/320/Jon%2C%20Tiff%20and%20Joe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/676/884/1600/Jon%20and%20Alice%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/676/884/320/Jon%20and%20Alice%203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/676/884/1600/Dancing1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/676/884/320/Dancing1.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/676/884/1600/Alice%2C%20Richard%20and%20Emma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/676/884/320/Alice%2C%20Richard%20and%20Emma.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078736-112081362889134181?l=blogofalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/feeds/112081362889134181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11078736&amp;postID=112081362889134181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/112081362889134181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/112081362889134181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/2005/07/photos-what-larks.html' title='Photos! What larks!'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799020953855305181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/scubadiveralice/scuba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078736.post-111946221676375852</id><published>2005-06-22T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T10:43:36.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I didn't revise today, but it's only Drama, so that's ok right? The only things I've really put much effort into are Science and English Lit (becuase it was the first one) Argh I'm so bad, but when I do my A levels, then I'll revise properly (I'm kidding myself here I'll still get distracted by Lunch and Harry Potter).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078736-111946221676375852?l=blogofalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/feeds/111946221676375852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11078736&amp;postID=111946221676375852' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/111946221676375852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/111946221676375852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/2005/06/well-i-didnt-revise-today-but-its-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799020953855305181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/scubadiveralice/scuba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078736.post-111868483218971357</id><published>2005-06-13T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T10:48:40.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In creating my new blog, I think, in fact I was just trying to delete how I had been in my old one and how I felt about my old one. But I feel just the same and write less because I know no one wants to read this. I seem to be doing all the things I always thought I wouldn't do. Like msn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I never thought I would get an email address with my name in it, for some reason I didn't want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I never thought I'd change my Hotmail address because when I first got it I thought I was so cool (I think this is to do with Jon influencing my mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I used to think people were so incredibly boring to have lyrics of a song for their name but then I started to do it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I never thought I'd become one of those boring people who has their own name as their screen name and yet that's my name at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I always thought people were annoyingly uninteresting if they didn't have a profile and now I think "Oh their sad writing about themselves in a crappy profile" (except it's proberbly sadder to write in a blog but I suppose I was introduced to blogging by a computer nerd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with MSN 7 (which is annoying and taking up a lot of space on the computer) you can have a blog as well! What larks! Even more deluded people thinking other people want to read about their innermost thoughts, it would be better to have MI5 reports on them. (I'm being bitchy, every good MSNer with 1000 contacts wants to read about their friends of friends of friends....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep getting a funny, jumpy feeling in my stomach which isn't unpleasent but I don't know what's brought it on, sometimes it seems to flip right over and I don't know why. Maybe my inner brain does but it's not telling my outer brain. I suppose it'll just keep flipping for a bit and then settle down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078736-111868483218971357?l=blogofalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/feeds/111868483218971357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11078736&amp;postID=111868483218971357' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/111868483218971357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/111868483218971357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/2005/06/in-creating-my-new-blog-i-think-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799020953855305181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/scubadiveralice/scuba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078736.post-111831059237340658</id><published>2005-06-09T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T02:49:52.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had such a wonderful day yesterday that I feel compelled to write about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an exam fist thing, it was English, paper 1 which usually I find quite hard and that's the one I generally get a B in but it was really easy! Especially section A which is usually the hardest. (Now I've said that I'll probebrly get a D). I had a delicious jam doughnut as Jon, Emma and I wandered around Theale (except I got jam all over my trousers). We went to the park and played on the swings and it was lovely hot weather. Then we saw Andy! Wow! I haven't seen him for ages, but he was off to have lunch so we began to trundle back to Emma's, we decided to walk all the way as we'd just missed the bus and it was such a sunny day. We talked loads all the way back and after we got to Emma's. We then made lunch, tomato and cheesy sauce and watched Neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rang Daniel and then trundled over to visit him. When we got there, he and Robert (ergh) were playing on the X-box and eating curry so Emma and I went into the kitched and I atethe leftover curry that was in the pan. We sat in the garden and Emma and I had lots of giggles then we arranged to go swimming next week. It was such a pleasant day with very yummy food, but then I got home and had to hurridly get everyone fed before they went out which was stressfull as I couldn't find anything, but apart from that, it was great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078736-111831059237340658?l=blogofalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/feeds/111831059237340658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11078736&amp;postID=111831059237340658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/111831059237340658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/111831059237340658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-had-such-wonderful-day-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799020953855305181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/scubadiveralice/scuba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078736.post-111781492725049335</id><published>2005-06-03T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T09:08:47.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It feels rather strange not to be going camping in May half term. And rather sad, I suppose it means we are all growing up and we won't do that anymore. I barely see 'The Gang' anymore, We all went to the beach on Tuesday but Camping is a time where we all got together and spent a long time together too. We're going away after the exams but Beth's not going and I don't know if I will becuase it coincides with Sam's book burning BBQ. Those guys used to be my best and only friends and it seems so sad that they're not anymore and we'd all rather do things with our other friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078736-111781492725049335?l=blogofalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/feeds/111781492725049335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11078736&amp;postID=111781492725049335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/111781492725049335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/111781492725049335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/2005/06/it-feels-rather-strange-not-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799020953855305181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/scubadiveralice/scuba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078736.post-111763563514450453</id><published>2005-06-01T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T07:20:35.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I really needed to update. I didn't write about the last day or my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the perfect day for an update becuase it's my blogaversary! (I just told Jon and he was shocked, it doesn't seem a year ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day was pretty fantastic, rather fun, took lots of piccies etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto my Birthday. Well, my birthday was on Thursday, I got six t-shirts off my parents and Razorlight's album off Genny. I then had my party on Saturday! It was a Pirate Camping sleepover so we all dressed up as Pirates (except for Joe, the party pooper). We had a treasure hunt in which we won a Chocolate Russian Roulette game which we played then used the spinner to play hug spin the bottle (saucy!) then Truth or Dare which I'm good at becuase I do dares but Sam isn't as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the toilet about six times in the night! I'm not sure why as I never usually need the loo so much. I only had two hours sleep becuase I hate waking up and feeling crap so it seemed better to stay awake. Luckily Jon was wake too so I hugged and chatted with him. In the morning I had a shower but Jon kept trying to eat my hair. I then fell asleep the next day wthout even noticing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had better do some revison now my murder mystery is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078736-111763563514450453?l=blogofalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/feeds/111763563514450453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11078736&amp;postID=111763563514450453' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/111763563514450453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/111763563514450453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/2005/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799020953855305181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/scubadiveralice/scuba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078736.post-111635101884103468</id><published>2005-05-17T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T10:30:18.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last full day *sob*</title><content type='html'>It was the last full day of year 11 today, it was so wonderful and exilerating to have my last science/ R.E/ Maths lesson, although Emma and Jon dragged me into their maths lesson and Jon held me down so I stayed all lesson. I then said loudly in front of my teacher "I bunked", becuase I'm stupid. I'm such a rebel *dorky Katherine laugh*, however I don't think going into a higher maths set really makes me a rebel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just started to organise my revison folders so I'm all prepared to do lots of revision yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the last day tomorrow so I must remember my camera, I wish I's had it today to remember my last science lesson and the last rendition of 'Build me up buttercup' from Bruno and Callum, how I'll miss those entertaining lessons (or not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, My wisdom teeth are growing, a sure sign of my ultimate wisdom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078736-111635101884103468?l=blogofalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/feeds/111635101884103468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11078736&amp;postID=111635101884103468' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/111635101884103468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/111635101884103468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/2005/05/last-full-day-sob.html' title='Last full day *sob*'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799020953855305181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/scubadiveralice/scuba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078736.post-111582570542828934</id><published>2005-05-11T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T08:35:05.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Locked out!</title><content type='html'>Genny forgot her keys and mine were still in my orange bag from a few weeks ago so we were locked out, a first for this new house. Fortunatly it wasn't raining so we didn't have to squat in the shed this time. We contemplated different methods of entrance such as getting into the shed to get a ladder to climb up to my bedroom window (except the garage keys were in the house), We tried to pick the lock with Cherie's hair grip and entice the cat with Geny's tuna sandwich to open the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end we were in the back garden but we fortunatly keep some drinks in the cooler out there so had some cider. We then decided to make a fire to cook a pepper on which genny went to get from the vegetable shop. Cherie had some matches and lots of scrap paper and there were some twigs in the garden. However just as we were about to put our pepper on the fire my mum came home and we got inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078736-111582570542828934?l=blogofalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/feeds/111582570542828934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11078736&amp;postID=111582570542828934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/111582570542828934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/111582570542828934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/2005/05/locked-out.html' title='Locked out!'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799020953855305181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/scubadiveralice/scuba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078736.post-111488814356855035</id><published>2005-04-30T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T12:09:03.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Town</title><content type='html'>I had a little jaunt into town today with my darling Emma and bought some converses (More shoes! *slobber slobber*). I got into town at about 12 so hobnobbed with my parents for a wee while but then ended up waiting untill I had grown a beard for Emma to come. Richard sadly was unable to rendavouz with us so we were a lonesome pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an excellent Smoothie in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ignuana's&lt;/span&gt;, a paticually tasty vegetarian cafe, the smoothie, was apple, ginger and cinnamon. Mmmm *licks lips* then I had a milkshake from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shakeaway&lt;/span&gt; that was nice except by the time I had finished it I never wanted to eat chocolate again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that today I looked paticually hot in Genny's hippy top, my short black skirt, Genny's "Ugg Boots" (stupid name) and my fringe. I practically wanted to snog myself, but refrained as I dislike watching people canoodle in public places ( a hidden message to all those canoodlers out there).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078736-111488814356855035?l=blogofalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/feeds/111488814356855035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11078736&amp;postID=111488814356855035' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/111488814356855035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/111488814356855035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/2005/04/town.html' title='Town'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799020953855305181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/scubadiveralice/scuba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078736.post-111463366792881084</id><published>2005-04-27T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T13:31:12.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have not been able to blog for quite a while becuase the internet screwed up for about a month, it seems to be dandy now however. I was surprised how little I missed it and now I have it back I don't think I'll be on it as much as I used to (that's a lie, I'll never leave this chair now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure my many readers (Jon) have missed these oh so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;exciting and enriching posts. I have wanted to post about so much, Natasha's party, Genny's party, Idlewild etc but it seems that fate intended it to wait untill now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Easter holidays were very good and full of social events, Idlewild was exeptionally good but sadly I stupidly forgot my camera and didn't get any pictures which was such a bummer, it's a good job I have a photographic memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at school now with only 3 weeks less to go! A little bit scary but then it's after the exams and I'm going to New Zealand Yay! Then it's sixth form, then uni, then death...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078736-111463366792881084?l=blogofalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/feeds/111463366792881084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11078736&amp;postID=111463366792881084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/111463366792881084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/111463366792881084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-have-not-been-able-to-blog-for-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799020953855305181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/scubadiveralice/scuba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078736.post-111192291327077817</id><published>2005-03-27T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T03:28:33.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged for ages because the internets being shit, I tried to post yesterday but it cut out. I have about ten minutes per day just to read my email and email Michele before it stops working. Most annoying, haven't ben able to have chats with people on msn when I'm in the mood for some chats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm going to Daniel's tomorrow so can see my chums then to chat, at least I've been able to chat to Daniel while arranging various things. Lalala aren't computers crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have to dash becuase I probably don't have much time left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078736-111192291327077817?l=blogofalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/feeds/111192291327077817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11078736&amp;postID=111192291327077817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/111192291327077817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/111192291327077817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-havent-blogged-for-ages-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799020953855305181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/scubadiveralice/scuba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078736.post-111083337475139092</id><published>2005-03-14T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T12:49:34.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Clouds among the stars"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Victoria Clayton &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;is possibly my most favorite book (for the moment at least) although it's been one of my favorites since I read it. It's hilariously funny, tragic, romantic and thought provoking and it's absolutly fantastic! I was rolling around on my bed laughing at some parts and tears pricking in my eyes at others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about this big acting family with the middle child, Harriet trying too look after her siblings and mother when her father is arrested for a murder he didn't commit. Rupert, an old freind of the family helps them out and the whole family changes dramatically in the six months that follow their fathers arrest. Half of the book is set in an old house in Derbyshire where Harriet and her youngest sister, Cordelia spend christmas with Rupert, Archie (a hilarious gay hyperchondriac) and other various unsalubrious charecters. A most amusing book, I only wish it was mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078736-111083337475139092?l=blogofalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/feeds/111083337475139092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11078736&amp;postID=111083337475139092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/111083337475139092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/111083337475139092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/2005/03/clouds-among-stars.html' title='&quot;Clouds among the stars&quot;'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799020953855305181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/scubadiveralice/scuba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078736.post-111048326598758999</id><published>2005-03-10T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T11:34:25.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To stay or to get in a tizz thinking about leaving?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We had a careers workshop thingamajig today and were asked what we were going today after year 11. I'm staying at Theale but part of me doesn't want to. I think it's boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy's planning on coming back to sixth form next year with us. What Andy plans to do and actually does are very different things. As he was discussing coming back he started to say how much he missed &lt;st1:place&gt;Henley&lt;/st1:place&gt; and wants to go back, he started trying to persuade me I should go, I think he wants to get rid of me :P. If Andy came back, well I don't know what would happen, it would be different I suppose. But I prefer school without Andy. Emma is better without Andy being around; she'll become obsessed with him again and won't concentrate. That's not my problem though; I suppose I can find new people to be friends with etc which will be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to discuss the advantages and disadvantage of school or college. I couldn't think of that many advantages of school. I suppose I'm just bored, because I'm staying at Theale.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078736-111048326598758999?l=blogofalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/feeds/111048326598758999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11078736&amp;postID=111048326598758999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/111048326598758999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/111048326598758999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/2005/03/to-stay-or-to-get-in-tizz-_111048326598758999.html' title='To stay or to get in a tizz thinking about leaving?'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799020953855305181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/scubadiveralice/scuba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078736.post-111040360744825030</id><published>2005-03-09T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T13:26:47.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm soooo happy!</title><content type='html'>Ah life is grand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to send this email so much, all I wanted was to send this email and Broadband was down but then when I wished it to work it did! It did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love it when computers do something you want for a change?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078736-111040360744825030?l=blogofalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/feeds/111040360744825030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11078736&amp;postID=111040360744825030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/111040360744825030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/111040360744825030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-soooo-happy.html' title='I&apos;m soooo happy!'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799020953855305181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/scubadiveralice/scuba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078736.post-111013915053488813</id><published>2005-03-06T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T12:00:15.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Past Mortem"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;By Ben Elton &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;is such a marvy book, It keeps you on your toes right till the end and it is such an ingenious idea of how to murder someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a serial killer on the loose who murders bullys in the way they bullied others when they were at school. For example, one man is killed by having a compass stabbed into him hundreds of times (dipped in anticogulant to stop the wounds clotting) becuase when he was ten he stabbed a dirty compass into a boy seventeen times and the boy nearly died of blood poisoning. What larks! To kill someone as they lived! I, being an expert detective, guessed about half way through the book who the murderer was (although at times I was persuaded towards others) but stupider people would be buffudled till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, for those who like weird sex scenes in books (I'm thinking Emma here), it has a very weird one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078736-111013915053488813?l=blogofalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/feeds/111013915053488813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11078736&amp;postID=111013915053488813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/111013915053488813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/111013915053488813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/2005/03/past-mortem.html' title='&quot;Past Mortem&quot;'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799020953855305181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/scubadiveralice/scuba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078736.post-111003503491352817</id><published>2005-03-05T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T08:43:19.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ye olde booke</title><content type='html'>Today me and my mum were looking through this book she kept when we were little, recording things we said and did, it was very, very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about two, I seem to have had a fetish about insects and spiders always saying "What da creepy crawly say". I also called adults "Big tigers" (Due to reading '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The tiger who came to tea&lt;/span&gt;') and "Big hairy monkeys" ('&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prince Cinders&lt;/span&gt;')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One lunchtime my mum said to Beth that something she'd said was 'rubbish' so me and Beth chanted 'Rubbish!' at each other for the rest of the arvo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fed my dad imaginary raisins and it said I went doing an impression of the Hunchback of Notre Dame, growling in a gruff voice 'get more raisins'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes on and on about how shy I was and how I wouldn't go to the toilet with anyone other than my mum. However, my confidence improved when I began reducing Beth to tears by calling her names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genny and I really loved our Daddy and Genny would shout "Daddy!" at any man she saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny comment while feeding the ducks: "That duck did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;demand&lt;/span&gt; some bread"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genny and I used to play crazy games (like we do now) we'd steal each other's shoes then run off giggling (we do the same thing now only we go into each others rooms and steal pillows) Vair, vair amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genny said when we were having a conversation about manners, "Mummy, it's bad manners....it's bad manners isn't it Mummy...to kill people!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genny's said tons of very funny stuff but I think I'll start to bore my many readers (if I haven't already) soooo till another life.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078736-111003503491352817?l=blogofalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/feeds/111003503491352817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11078736&amp;postID=111003503491352817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/111003503491352817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/111003503491352817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/2005/03/ye-olde-booke.html' title='Ye olde booke'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799020953855305181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/scubadiveralice/scuba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078736.post-110997121294059235</id><published>2005-03-04T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T13:20:12.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New shoes!</title><content type='html'>I've got some very fabby new shoes! They're reddish with a flower on and sooooo cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; getting new shoes, when I was a little girl (as opposed to a large boy) I'd wear my new shoes home from the shoe shop and just stare at them (which is why the only thing I remembered about Reading when I came back to England was chewing gum on the floor). When I was little I always wanted patent black little shoes but I always had to have navy leather T-bar sandals. I did have magic key shoes which showed a little picture on the bottom of the shoe when you turned the key. I remember getting very agitated when I lost the key down the back of Meera's sofa, luckily she had the same shoes so I borrowed her key for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw so many clothes and accesories I wanted today, I really need lots of money so I can buy all this stuff I want. I saw about 500 things I wanted just in H &amp; M. I did see this really repulsive jacketty thing in H &amp;amp; M which was slime green, orange and cream with a gold skull badge thing with a diamond eye. Have designers gone mad?!?! It must have been made by a blind desinger (or a dead one, that would explain the distasteful skull).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this really nice red coat, mmmm coats are one of those things I have too many of but still want more, more, MORE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078736-110997121294059235?l=blogofalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/feeds/110997121294059235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11078736&amp;postID=110997121294059235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/110997121294059235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/110997121294059235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-shoes.html' title='New shoes!'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799020953855305181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/scubadiveralice/scuba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078736.post-110987262255319811</id><published>2005-03-03T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T09:57:02.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rethink</title><content type='html'>Jon says my blog is monotonous and as I usually do what he says I'm gonna carry on writing like I used to. But I'm going to try and write interestingly, so as much as I would love to write about my trundle to the Co-op becuase the chocolate machine was out of order I think I'll shut up and talk about exciting things such as casting my foot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I ruined Mr. Wilson's jug by mixing the plaster before casting my foot and the plaster solidified in the jug and wouldn't budge. I had to take of my shoes ans socks which was a bit nippy and I haven't seen my legs for a long time and it was a bit horrifying. I had to get my foot all gungy and nasty in the clay and then everyone was laughing at me when I was washing it in the sink :P. My art is going so well but I really hope I don't have to cast my foot for a second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't write yesterday becuase I was so, so busy and stressed. I was trying to cook dinner and do my homework at the same time, I didn't stop working till 10 becuase I had to write up my English speech too. Some people did thiers today and they were so good. I think I need to improve mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078736-110987262255319811?l=blogofalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/feeds/110987262255319811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11078736&amp;postID=110987262255319811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/110987262255319811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/110987262255319811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/2005/03/rethink.html' title='Rethink'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799020953855305181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/scubadiveralice/scuba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078736.post-110970586511643331</id><published>2005-03-01T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T11:37:45.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anniversary of: &lt;/span&gt;Handing in our tech coursework (apparently). I am sooo gladdy and jolly and happy and skippy that I don't have to worry about tech coursework this year. If I did I'd be a gibbering wreck and would have been sent away to a loony bin to recover from the ordeal.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excitingness: &lt;/span&gt;Nothing, everything is sooo boring, I need some drama and excitement in my life! Some interesting gossip would be very much appreciated.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crappyness: &lt;/span&gt;The boringness and lack of decent gossip.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabby food consumed: &lt;/span&gt;Pizza for brekkie, a delicious and nutricious Snickers bar and the Mince and Dumplings I'm gonna have in a bit (Whay marvy breakfasts I'm having!)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giggles: &lt;/span&gt;Pretening to be a couple with Emma, She's a sex crazed boy and I'm a niave little girly who is so terrified of boys she must constantly leave Emma's 'sin wagon' to blush a little. Also at break when Jon gave away who Joe was asking to the prom. The Simpsons was rather amusing and I had a giggle with my dad, except I can't remember what it was about (Argh Nooo my brain cells are dyinggg!)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolly Fun Activity: &lt;/span&gt;In art I did 3 layouts, each of which are as nifty as the rest and I'm gonna be a fab artist extrordinaire!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Changing decision: &lt;/span&gt;Shall I cast my foot or not?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch: &lt;/span&gt;I bitched a little today but I'm feeling in love with the world so will not mention it.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niceness: &lt;/span&gt;Felt so proud of my little Danny Fanny Foo Foos today when he was all brave and spoke to us in assembly about his 'Fruity Fun' thing.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078736-110970586511643331?l=blogofalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/feeds/110970586511643331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11078736&amp;postID=110970586511643331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/110970586511643331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/110970586511643331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/2005/03/today.html' title='Today:'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799020953855305181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/scubadiveralice/scuba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078736.post-110961914533901619</id><published>2005-02-28T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T11:32:25.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everybody&lt;/span&gt; is talking about the prom! It's in June, and I know time seems to go fast but it seems ages off! Today I talked about the Prom in Games with Filippa, Helen and Jasmeet, in science with Luke, Emma, Sam and Natasha, and after school in Drama with my drama group. Everyone's talking about who they're going to go with, what they're going to wear etc. I've known what I was going to wear since I bought my dress for Patience's party last year and I've known who I'm going to go with since year 9. It's quite ridiculous and yet still I discuss it :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anniversary of: &lt;/span&gt;Nothing.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excitingness: &lt;/span&gt;Little tit bits of gossip to keep me going in this gossipless time.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crappyness: &lt;/span&gt;I failed my vocab test in espanol and must retake it tomorrow.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabby food consumed: &lt;/span&gt;warmed up roasties and Pizza.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giggles: &lt;/span&gt;giggles about my boobs in games and a top that Filippa liked, she really liked this top but it said "I know what boys want on it" I said she should paint underneath "My mum" hahahaha. Giggles after school when Tasha and Cecelia were obviously lurking outside the door. Licking my lips seductivly at Luke making him laugh.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolly Fun Activity: &lt;/span&gt;Erm, school, boring.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emails: &lt;/span&gt;One quickie off Michele and one of those "don't forward, copy and paste..." ones from Chris.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Changing decision: &lt;/span&gt;Did I make a really big mistake in deciding not to fancy anyone?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch: &lt;/span&gt;Erm, none that I can think of.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niceness: &lt;/span&gt;General niceness, more people being nice to me today than me feeling niceness.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078736-110961914533901619?l=blogofalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/feeds/110961914533901619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11078736&amp;postID=110961914533901619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/110961914533901619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/110961914533901619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/2005/02/prom.html' title='The Prom'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799020953855305181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/scubadiveralice/scuba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078736.post-110952693804861201</id><published>2005-02-27T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T09:55:38.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday and a little trip out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anniversary of: &lt;/span&gt;Nothing.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excitingness: &lt;/span&gt;Nothing of great excitement.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crappyness: &lt;/span&gt;Richard wasn't allowed into the cinema so Daniel and he had to leave us.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabby food consumed: &lt;/span&gt;Pittas, stawberry squiggly worms and mini eggs. I'm having roast chicken tonight as well, yumyum.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giggles: &lt;/span&gt;Singing to Emma's grandad on the phone, laughing about Vicki, Sam and Luke's love triangle, talking during the film, saying 'las caballos' in that shagadelic voice.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolly Fun Activity: &lt;/span&gt;Going to the cinema with the posse. We saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Hide and Seek'&lt;/span&gt; which was ok but a little too scary for me. I'd rate it 6/10. Lots of dead things in the bath etc. Saw a very scary trailer which was the scariest part of the film.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emails: &lt;/span&gt;One off Michele, one informing me that my gravatar had been rated and one off Daniel that I haven't read yet.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life changing decisions: &lt;/span&gt;Do I look older in my glasses or not?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch: &lt;/span&gt;I hate the way that in the cinema they ask for ID when you're the correct age, I know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; don't know what age you are but they should believe you (unless you're obviously 6). I love it when they ask Emma for ID becuase they think "Oh yeah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sure&lt;/span&gt; you're 15" and then she shows them her ID and she's 16. Teeheehee it's like laughing in thier face.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niceness: &lt;/span&gt;I felt lots of love for the whole posse and wished that those absent people were there.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078736-110952693804861201?l=blogofalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/feeds/110952693804861201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11078736&amp;postID=110952693804861201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/110952693804861201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/110952693804861201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/2005/02/sunday-and-little-trip-out.html' title='Sunday and a little trip out.'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799020953855305181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/scubadiveralice/scuba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078736.post-110944419690470821</id><published>2005-02-26T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T10:56:36.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piper House Evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Turned out to be pretty good in the end, I've been to Benyon house evenings and they were awful, bands that played droning songs for 25 years and only strange tasting orange squash to drown your sorrows. I don't know why we went, I think it was becuase my mum hoped that one day I'd suddenly spring up and say "Do you know what I fancy, doing a lap dance with chairs in a house evening!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Anyway, Piper was ok, Genny's Bob the Builder dance was funny, Filippa sang and she was really amazing! They kept tp their theme unlike the Benyon house evenings (except Beth and Lisa's dance but they seem to do pretty much what they like).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anniversary of: &lt;/span&gt;That most disgustible day when Emma hit Jodie.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excitingness: &lt;/span&gt;Making by blog all jaunty by figuring out how to include links and having my cute little scubadiving piccy.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crappyness: &lt;/span&gt;Well probably extreme borosity&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabby food consumed: &lt;/span&gt;Cheesy pitta, Baked potato with beans and cheese and the Fajitas I'll have tonight will be lip smackering, mmm very cheesy too.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giggles: &lt;/span&gt;None, how tragic! Maybe later in the evening.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolly Fun Activity: &lt;/span&gt;Hmmm not today sadly.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emails: &lt;/span&gt;One of Michele telling me I was as much as a lunatic of a straight jacket as her.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life changing decisions: &lt;/span&gt;Well I made a decision about yesterday's which is go to town tomorrow. I don't have any life changing decisions today.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch: &lt;/span&gt;I had Drama today so usually I'd have a bitch about Hannah but she was ok today.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niceness: &lt;/span&gt;Not today sadly.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078736-110944419690470821?l=blogofalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/feeds/110944419690470821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11078736&amp;postID=110944419690470821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/110944419690470821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/110944419690470821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/2005/02/piper-house-evening.html' title='Piper House Evening'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799020953855305181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/scubadiveralice/scuba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078736.post-110935319807541290</id><published>2005-02-25T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T10:49:52.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post of the New Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I have obtained a new blog to record daily events of my mundane life so that when I become brain dead with bordomosity I will be able to remember what I was doing on the 25th of February 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;General Info before the wonderous start of daily scribing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm Alice and I had an old blog but I don't want it anymore becuase I'm that sort of cruel person who just chucks things away, if they made a film about blogs in the style of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toy Story&lt;/span&gt;, I would be Emily. I have a wonderful and very useful talent of remembering excatly what date it was when I accepted Daniel's proposal (1st of May 2002) and when we got our new carpet (20th February 2002). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some &lt;/span&gt;people think it's sad but that it becuase they have narrow minds that do not appreciate the wonders of my memory. This brand spanking new blog can help me remember all those fascinating dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'About me says everything else really' All that stuff is the stuff I am most likely to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anniversary of: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nothing, although I should think it would be the anniversary of the Core books in years to come. Emma's Dad's birthday is today, so I suppose that is an anniversary old the crazy cornishman's birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excitingness: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My mum came home after many days away (A week and a day). I got a Core book in History, finally, I am the most talented asker-for-Core-books in the western world (add a bit of Historical politics there). Daniel was back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crappyness: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ken, Oh Ken. My hair was a ball of grease and mousyness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabby food consumed: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Chocolate Hobnobs, I haven't eaten it yet but the egg and chips'll be scrumdiddlyumptious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giggles: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Our alternative language &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'How does it turn out'&lt;/span&gt; becomes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'How does this fadge'&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Hello&lt;/span&gt;' becomes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Felicitations'&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'cool'&lt;/span&gt; is now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'sick'&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'vomiting'&lt;/span&gt;. Also, some great giggles in Tech trying to tech Emma Shakespeare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolly fun activity: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well it was a school day so no Jolly Fun Activity today, unless you count going to Piper House evening, which I don't, instead it's an 'Activity'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emails: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One off Michele as is the general norm, how I love having a little Email pally on the other side of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life changing decisions: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Shall I, or shall I now, go into town with my posse on Saturday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No bitches today, mellow and calm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niceness: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Felt a great wave of love for the prodigal freind after his mysterious abscence. Felt more friendly towards Natasha and felt that it would definatly be worth going to town with the posse to have more giggles with Emma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And that wraps up today's adventures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078736-110935319807541290?l=blogofalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/feeds/110935319807541290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11078736&amp;postID=110935319807541290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/110935319807541290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11078736/posts/default/110935319807541290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofalice.blogspot.com/2005/02/first-post-of-new-blog.html' title='First Post of the New Blog'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799020953855305181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/scubadiveralice/scuba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
