<?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-1846246807609313137</id><updated>2011-08-28T07:59:17.442+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachael</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-6207136044889169971</id><published>2010-06-27T18:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T18:59:06.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>i'm such a bad blogger!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't blog about the uk election (not too thrilled with the con/dem coalition government, but they're doing a decent enough job so far), i haven't blogged about any music festivals (but i will watch&amp;nbsp;them on the tv :3?), i didn't blog about my trip to poland (covered in weird brusies and bites), i didn't blog about my exams (which is for the best, to be honest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now that we've covered that, i can get back to using this blog to tediously rant about nothingness. excited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one last thing: i was watching question time last thursday, and they're seemed to be a big upset&amp;nbsp;that the&amp;nbsp;age of receiving the basic state pension has been pushed back. am i the only person that isn't bothered by this? i don't plan to rely heavily on my state pension (the word &lt;strong&gt;basic&lt;/strong&gt; would usually put people off pegging all their hopes on it, but apparently some people are excited about living on £5,000 a year). &lt;br /&gt;do you want an opinionated, stroppy 16 year olds advice? no? too bad. take out a private pension, or pay into an occupational pension. do not (and i repeat DO NOT) put all your hopes on your state pension. you'll be very disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-6207136044889169971?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/6207136044889169971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/6207136044889169971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/6207136044889169971'/><link rel='alternate' 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pointless being in school, teachers can't be fucked teaching right now because they know that we'll forget everything come august, so we just sit about doing fuck all. i need to swap my column choices around aswell since i have to be difficult and choose adv higher english in the wrong column, so i'm not sure what i'll be dropping/taking up. it's so tempting to just leave school...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-1856027246414059434?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1856027246414059434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/06/ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/1856027246414059434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/1856027246414059434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/06/ok.html' title='ok'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-230651350157789055</id><published>2010-04-14T11:34:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T11:43:00.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>lifeee</title><content type='html'>hi!&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while since we've just talked, blog we never just talk anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i've been off school for nearly 2 weeks now and the closest i've came to studying was copying out a few pages of a modern studies essay thats so long overdue it probably doesn't even matter anymore. last year i made this big promise about how i'd become more organized this year, and clearly that hasn't happened, i'm still lazy as ever. yay for never changing! yay for procrastination! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;it's also just hit me that ugly betty has been cancelled. i remember reading months ago on wikipedia that it was being cancelled, but i wasn't really bothered. i was on their wiki the other day though to try to find out when series 4 comes out over here since it has fucking been FOREVER (apparently it's "unsure" when it's coming out, incase you were wondering)&lt;br /&gt;hardly anyone seems to have watched ugly betty, let alone are still tuning in after 3 years. i've never been sure why ugly betty seems to be so unpopular here. maybe they would find it more interesting if they knew more about american culture? i don't know....&lt;br /&gt;i'll be sad to see it end though. i laughed at betty when she first applied for the job and fell off the swivel chair, i screamed at charlie when she stole henry from betty and lied about her baby being his, i cried when bradford died and i hated wilhelmina when she stole his dead sperm and helped alexis get a sex change (i was so sure that it was actually fey summers!)&lt;br /&gt;i lived through betty struggle through her socially awkward life&amp;nbsp;at mode, i lived through connor stealing all the money from the company, i was there during the aftermath&amp;nbsp;of santos' death (the first episode where hilda is dreaming that he's still alive was cruel, it had me in tears), i love ugly betty! and i'll be so sad to see it go :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;other life-related things: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i completed pokemon soul silver, so now i have nothing to do&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my room refuses to stay clean, so i keep it happy by not cleaning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;waiting for glee to start back up here is killinggggg me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i've gotten strangely obsessed with the tim urban version of 'all my loving'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i've gotten extremely/stupidly (delete as necessary) obsessed with the 2010 general election. i won't say who i support so to not ruffle feathers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/14ka3vm.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;guess guess guess guess guess guess guess guess guess guess guess guess guess guess guess guess guess guess guess guess guess&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; (the lib dem manifesto is the best. just saying...)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;well blog, that's me. i'm away to start getting ready to go for a bike ride cause today is purrrrrrdy and i want a bath because i have a cold. bye bye love you xxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-230651350157789055?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/230651350157789055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/04/lifeee.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/230651350157789055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/230651350157789055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/04/lifeee.html' title='lifeee'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/14ka3vm_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-534519846438420228</id><published>2010-04-08T17:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T17:44:49.692+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ttttttt</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;HAVE SOMETHING STUCK IN MY EYE AND IT'S DRIVING ME INSANE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/14wzrqb.jpg" /&gt; tangerines, tea, tv, twitter, tinkerbell, turtles, telescopes, trees, the 3 musketeers, thirteen (favourite number), the temper trap, there for tomorrow, taking back sunday, tabloids, tigers, tomatos, teddy bears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEXXXXXAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i don't even know where to begin when i think about how much i fucking love that place. people usually think it's kind of weird why i love texas, seeing as it's "full of cowboys and indians and rolling plains (like a real life, 21st century 'little house on the praire')". it isn't like that. AT ALL. 'how do you know?', you may ask? well i only spent a good 5 years there, sooooooo yeah. maybe i don't love it because of how it is, with giant, 200-store malls, 23489723 mcdonalds round every corner, an almighty heat, tornado's aplenty (which are NOT as scary as they are made out to be btw. plus they look so fucking cool from a distance!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i42.tinypic.com/qo9cli.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/qo9cli.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i love texas so much becuase i feel like i grew up there, it's where i spent my childhood. (cue the obsession with pokemon, starting with pokemon yellow &amp;amp; a hot pink gameboy color from costco when i was 6, catching crickets at recess and putting them in our empty lunchboxes to take home after school, tornado drills [half the class hide under their desks, the other half + the teacher hide in a cupboard, watching the news instead of working while 9/11 happened, and half of us started to cry because the "movie was too scary", purposely wanting detention so we could read inside in a freezing cool hall&amp;nbsp;for half an hour instead of melting outside in a shadeless and baren playground, banjo kazooie sleepovers, having my first kiss with this kid called austin who i've forgotten what he looks like now, feeling like natalee's house was my second home, movies 14, &lt;b&gt;culvers&lt;/b&gt;, coca cola slushies, making a plan to meet everyone at tu when we're 18, arriving in texas for the first time ever when i was 4 or 5 and having a limo waiting at the airport for me, my little brother and my mum with my dad inside [me and my brother were less excited about the big car and more excited about the minnie &amp;amp; mickey mouse cups he got us with crazy straws], arriving at our new house and running for the ginormus back yard, being convinced that in 1 of the 234734908 ant piles there contained flick and all the other ants from 'bugs life' [the in-flight film that we'd just seen and LOVED], my brother convincing me that if i stick my hand in i'd pick flick up, thinking it was a good idea to stick my hand in a pile of fire ants and, obviously, screaming and crying mere seconds later at the sheer amount of ants which had sunk their creepy little jaws into my hand [i had ant bites ALL. OVER. my hand for the next 2 weeks], spending an entire 48 hours obsessively playing zoo tycoon then never playing it again, breaking 2 bones, camp champions, people asking me to 'say something in scottish' when i still had a scottish accent, going over to rhiannon's house and pretenind to be a vamporeon in her pool, when me and natalee stayed up all night when pokemon ruby/sapphire was released and i fell asleep the next day in the cheesecake factory, going to countless birthday parties at chuck-e-cheese &amp;amp; that bowling place that i've forgotten the name of [the main event i think?], going to silver leaf villages and hating it, going to little rock and hating it, going to san antonio and loving it, when i got lost in the space center in houston, playing at the beach in galveston, loving the rainforest cafe, when a papa john delivery woman crashed into our car and me and anthony shouted 8 year old &amp;amp; 5 year old abuse at her and our neighbour driving past in his car at the exact same time and taking us back to their house, playing with peper and jesse every day after school [MARIO PARTY 5, MARIO SUNSHINE&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; SHREK PARTY BABY], NRH20/six flags [and getting lost on the way to NRH20 but finding directions on the christian rock channel, when me and natalee found that tiny, dried up river with these weird tadpole fish that had lights inside them, having my dad read the first 3 harry potter books to me then getting bored of harry potter and having him read me the pokemon crystal walkthrough, watching dragon tales with leanne, radio disney, 'the kids korner', every single day the last summer we were there me and my brother would wake up at the same time, watch regis and kelly with my mum, go to walmart and she'd buy whatever, me and anthony would get a neopet toy from the mcdonalds there and crying because he got a starry paintbrush when i didn't, cluser *gag* [i hated cluster with every being in my body], liking a boy in my class so much i physically couldn't talk to him, when trenten shouted 'DUCK!' and i fell out of a tree and winded myself and he had to run back to his house, while natalee cried over me, and dragged me back in a wagon back to their house, when nelly had puppies and me and natalee would sneak downstairs for dr pepper and nerds and sit with the puppies for hours, trying bloody mary every single day after school and it never working, using a old box as&amp;nbsp;a desk when i was in 2nd grade and pretending i was a business woman [i would lay out paper, pens and my old barbie phone], every day after school, me and anthony would have a cookie, a capri sun and get pringes and crush them together in the same bowl and eat them while staring up at the tv watching pokemon, playing the cap'n'crunch game with the little fuzzy things that had to eat other fuzzy things when i was sick, staying home from school pretending to be ill so i could go out with my mum, brother and people visiting us to the set of dallas [i've been there fuck knows how many times], joining a swimming club with rhiannon but then quitting cause someone told me that a girl drowned at the deep end of the pool and if you go over to that end she'll swim up and drag you down with her, having nightmares of harry potter and the chamer of secrets [i dressed up as a witch for that], pokemon flashing shoes, having a stutter when my accent was changing for a good month, mixing lucky charms and coco pebbles, hank haney, making a cat at the build a bear factory and telling everybody HOW it was ironic, being a girl scout and selling cookies outside kroger for hours on end, going camping with girl scouts, hating a girl who's name i've completely forgotten now because had more of those sew on patches than me, relay for life with natalee and wandering around the pitch with her at 3 am [while people's&amp;nbsp; stalls were stil set up etc.] and talking about deep stuff, for us, at least, when i got my talking pikachu and pokedex, and insisting that i would never ask for anything again ever, the beach club[!], being frightened of the pirates of the carribean adverts so i had to sleep with the lights on and my cinderella radio blaring, eating at tgif all the time, always ordering the same thing and never eating it because i felt sick after i ate the strawberry apple sause, when i got geckos, kept them in the tank i bought from the discovery channel shop and having lesley take me to pets r us to buy them crickets, scaring the hamsters/gerbils at pets&amp;nbsp;r us with my gengar toy, our&amp;nbsp;8 foot christmas tree, my huge beanie baby collection, hating yugioh, the&amp;nbsp;4 leaf clover cookies at bennigans, falling out of my seat at the olive garden,&amp;nbsp;having&amp;nbsp;a baskin robbin every&amp;nbsp;sunday after church,&amp;nbsp;and crying when my dad finished my 'shrek sunday' [he bought me a new one the next day, but the moment was gone], having frappicinos with natalee, my n64, sam moons, dip n dots, frozen lemonade, rough riders&amp;nbsp;games, when i found a raikou during p.e. and i was deleriously happy,&amp;nbsp;when i broke my ankle and my&amp;nbsp;p.e. teacher just ditched me, using my mums old sprint cell phone, drive by krispy kremes, market street, the old gym my mum went to that had the creche, and my and&amp;nbsp;anthony tried&amp;nbsp;not to talk to&amp;nbsp;all the weird kids there and mind our own business, but they ended up stalking us anyways,&amp;nbsp;strawberry milk, nerds ropes, mountain dew, cherry coke/vanilla coke/orange coke, when i spent weeks begging for a kite, but i broke it on the way to the park, obsessing over the salem witch hunt, obsessing over the wishbone version of&amp;nbsp; romeo and julliet, quizznos, having to write in cursive for school, the sheer heat of mckinney, when there was meant to be a tornado hitting our town, but instead it hit the town next to us, and our whole neighbour hood stood outside watching the tornado, halloween being absolutely incredible, neopets, disney online and old cartoon network games, pokemon beanbags, pokemon shoes, pokemon pjs, pokemon duvets, pokemon bags)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;there is SOSOSOSOSO much more and if you've read all of this (which isn't even half of the stuff i done there) then&amp;nbsp; pat yourself on the back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-534519846438420228?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/534519846438420228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/04/ttttttt.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/534519846438420228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/534519846438420228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/04/ttttttt.html' title='ttttttt'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/14wzrqb_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-8804679836791823806</id><published>2010-03-28T17:41:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T18:50:13.173+01:00</updated><title type='text'>march</title><content type='html'>it's always around marchish where the days begin to draaaaaaag in: 2 weeks off in april are just around the bend, study leave follows soon after, then it's summer for 6 tedious, rainy weeks. and all i can do is think about it and think about it and think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to keep me sane throughout this time though, i have lots of favourite things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this march, i have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;gotten OBSESSED with perle de lait yogurt. in particular, their coconut yogurt. i seen the advert with the french girl, and the way that she said "co-co noot" made me want to constantly rewind those 2 seconds and watch them continuiously (i must be a marketers dream). after getting over that fun, i bought 21472349823 4 pack cartons of said yogurt, and i think it's now my favourite yogurt: since you don't get boston cream pie yogurt here&lt;br /&gt;(i said "yogurt" 5 times in that bullet point) &lt;li&gt;tried to drop biology at school because my teacher is a ____ _____, but i can't use that as an excuse to give up. so i sit at the back trying to repress my anger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;passed all the nab's i had to pass :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;probably pissed off my liver a few times&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;managed to spend £80 on fuck knows what ('fuck know what' being 2L bottles of juice, bus/train fares, perle de lait yogurt, pens and things that i genuinely don't know)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watched an insane amount of tv (skins [the finale was shit], glee, coronation street, question time, family guy, under cover princess/snog marry avoid &lt;/embarrassment&gt;, never mind the buzzcocks, 8 simple rules, mock the week, summer heights high, etc etc etc)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seen leap year! every time matthew goode kissed amy adams, me and lauren shouted at the screen. then died a little inside.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seen alice in wonderland in 3D! tbh the hype wasn't worth it. the storyline was a bit disappointing. i only really liked the parts where there were flashbacks to 6 year old alice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eaten so many mint aero bubbles that i'm expecting to turn into one&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;i've also gotten a bit obsessed with mad libs. i always try to find people who i can talk about interesting mad libs with, but no one seems to know what they are and they just look at me with the worst look on their face when i badly try to explain what they are. maybe i'm just immature, but i think mad libs are absolutely brilliant. i really love it when you end up with a tres funny story in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/20ky542.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can you fill out a mad lib and not love it?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps - let me be the first to tell you to stop fucking unaccuratly rambling on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on about pokemon soul silver &amp;amp; heart gold. yes, pokemon is fantastic. but at least spell the pokemon's fucking names right. i hate you. bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-8804679836791823806?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/8804679836791823806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/03/march.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/8804679836791823806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/8804679836791823806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/03/march.html' title='march'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/20ky542_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-1830161631104508667</id><published>2010-03-27T21:42:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-28T18:17:38.027+01:00</updated><title type='text'>scorpio checklist</title><content type='html'>(i'm not even going to begin to apologise for not blogging in god knows how long)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know about you, but i think that occult things such as horoscopes and palm reading are incredibly cool. not 'cool' in the sense that 'everyones doing it so it's "in"' ("in" being one of the least used terms in my vocabulary), but in an interesting sense. criticise all you like, i won't change.&lt;br /&gt;so i was lying on my bedroom floor, hurling things from underneath my bed to try to find something interesting (as you do) and i found all these little momentos from the chinese new year in london 2008 (i think) and i started thinking about my star sign: SCORPIO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i knew that "all" scorpios are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;moody (check)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;protective (check)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jealous (BIG check)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;self-destructive (check)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;quick tempered (check)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;investigative (check)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;insulting (check)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;thinks of flattery as insulting (check)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;enjoys a fight and intends to win (check check oh &amp;amp; check)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;but there are LOADS of aspects that are apparently "important/crucial/etc" about scorpios that i had no idea about. for example, apparently scorpios 'true meaning' is to learn selfless love. i have no idea what that means, apart from it would be difficult for me - i don't even know what 'love' is in a romantic way to be able to know an unselfish love (i'm a selfish person, so sue me), apparently scorpios are obsessed with financal gain, inheritance, etc. which for me at least, is incredibly accurate. scorpios can apparently be posessive (again, another truth for me)&lt;br /&gt;scorpios are also said to be secretive, not just with their thoughts/feelings, but with minut things. this is verrry true for me. i absolutely hate it when i'm asked to confess how i feel for someone, unless it's a negative feeling i have for them, then i have no problem being a bitch (yet another scorpio trait)&lt;br /&gt;scorpios are said to be intolerant, and i'm assuming this is meant in a "short tempered" sense, which is SOSO true. see, if you were to pick apart my personality, you'd find the worst traits possible in a human all rolled into one vindictive, obstinate, bitchy person (vindictive + obstinate - both scorpio traits)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yay for conforming to sterotypes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on a seperate note, right now i'm "baby sitting" my brother while he sits with his nose against his tv playing MW2 screaming at his friends or whatever to "NOT FUCKING DEFUSE THAT FUCKING BOMB". so while he raises his blood pressure to levels which definately aren't healthy, i'm being even more unsocial, drinking lilt + vodka, trying to get over the fright i had about 2 hours ago, pretending to be a cat and talking to people about our first kisses (i was 6, his name was austin, he [barely] kissed me on the lips, it took me about a month to realize what he had done and since then i haven't spoken to him. oh well - maybe it's another secret scorpio characteristic...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/16i8diw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2vhsnd4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-1830161631104508667?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1830161631104508667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/03/scorpio-checklist.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/1830161631104508667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/1830161631104508667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/03/scorpio-checklist.html' title='scorpio checklist'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/16i8diw_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-6623474350379627993</id><published>2010-02-22T12:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:12:28.148Z</updated><title type='text'>happy 100th blog!</title><content type='html'>wooo!&lt;br /&gt;i was reading my older blogs earlier on. they make me cringe. they probably made everyone reading them cringe. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while i was on study leave for prelims last week, i realized that i genuinely don't care about school anymore. (i think it was sometime between doing shots off my math book and hanging upside down off my swivel chair and spinning myself around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember when i was in elementary school and i was determined to do amazing in school... but i couldn't tell you why, because i didn't know. i'd spend much longer than needed on homework/projects and i'd be heartbroken if i got less than 100%. maybe a reason i wanted to do so well in school when i was younger was because i knew what i wanted to do with my life. i wanted to be a judge. (every single summer vacation and me, my mum and my little brother would watch judge judy then go to the best fucking artificial beach ever. i miss dallas) i figured being a judge would be easy, since all you had to do was sit and shout at people. then i realized i'd have to get loads of A passes at higher, and i was immediately discouraged (hard work + me = no because i'm a lazy procrastinator)&lt;br /&gt;for a while i wanted to be a journalist, but after watching videos of journalists/the paparazzi fight for even a single sentence from the celebrity they're stalking, i realized i'd be shit at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i have no idea what i want to do. i think even if i had a little bit of an idea where i want to be in like... 5 years or so then i'd probably do better in school because i'd have a goal, no matter how uncertain it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-6623474350379627993?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/6623474350379627993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-100th-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/6623474350379627993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/6623474350379627993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-100th-blog.html' title='happy 100th blog!'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-3146818867949396610</id><published>2010-02-15T21:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:09:45.320Z</updated><title type='text'>ssssss</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/xqc60.gif" /&gt; silversun pickups, sooty, school of rock (even though jack black is a ped in that film), skins, summer, soleros, space, socks, 17 again, shrek, snow, sunny days, straighteners, skittles, skirts, shorts, santa, snowmen, spiderman, sugar cult, saturday night live, sequins, shorts, secrets, swimming,'smash' (loose change, not instant mashed potato), stars, shiny toy guns, scorpios, 'sandra deeeee', snow patrol, sun screen, samsungs, smashing pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/9a9ssn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sushi♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every kind of sushi is lovelyyy. apart from pret a manger's take away sushi (bad memories of it's awful wasabi and spitting it out over the side of a london tour bus while said bus was in motion... the soy sauce came in the cutest pot though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first experience of a proper sushi bar was so stressful. after about 5 minutes there was tako everywhere, there was saba everywhere, there was sushi rice everywhere, there was soy sauce everywhere, i thought it was a good idea to eat a big blob of wasabi by itself, i was basically batting the sushi off the conveyor belt that it rolled along in. i couldn't have oozed more of a 'NEWBIE' status than if i tried to scoop it up with a spoon, or prod it with the chopsticks, or attempt to cut it with a knife and fork. anyways, water under the bridge, right? although now i'm... slightly more sushi savvy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fact for the day: studying is a lot more fun when it's carried out with chocolate, face masks and alcopops. ok studying is never 'fun', but being... chemically inconvenienced makes it more... interesting, if nothing else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/k4iclh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-3146818867949396610?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3146818867949396610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/02/ssssss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/3146818867949396610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/3146818867949396610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/02/ssssss.html' title='ssssss'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i46.tinypic.com/xqc60_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-8140156458599226513</id><published>2010-02-09T14:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-09T14:38:28.313Z</updated><title type='text'>it's impossible to be unhappy while wearing a "beer" hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/t7j0xs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 facts about me (cause today's the 9th...) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. in my picture i was listening to underwater by death cab for cutie&lt;br /&gt;2. i can only write in black ink&lt;br /&gt;3. i haven't 'studied' since last year for standard grade admin&lt;br /&gt;4. 99.9999% of the time i'm late&lt;br /&gt;5. i don't look as bad for real as how awful i look in that picture. but i'm happy so fuck you. ie. the teeny bit of a double chin in that picture :(&lt;br /&gt;6. i'm currently reading 'the 7 habits of highly effective teens' for the millionth time&lt;br /&gt;7. i'm a big big fan of procrastination, slacking, idleness, loafing and being indifferent &amp;amp; apathetic&lt;br /&gt;8. i'm also a fan of buttering up the truth&lt;br /&gt;9. MY IPOD FUCKING HATES ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh... btw... sorry about eh... not blogging for eh... nearly two months... i'll eh... blog more though... promise...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-8140156458599226513?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/8140156458599226513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-impossible-to-be-unhappy-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/8140156458599226513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/8140156458599226513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-impossible-to-be-unhappy-while.html' title='it&apos;s impossible to be unhappy while wearing a &quot;beer&quot; hat'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i45.tinypic.com/t7j0xs_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-1526338443216365580</id><published>2009-12-17T18:19:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:24:37.346Z</updated><title type='text'>rrrrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/r05ro8.jpg" align="left" /&gt; roses, rainbows, ron weasley, rain, the ramones, rascal flatts, reemer, rabbits, rings, ribena, robin hood, raspberries, ROMEO &amp;amp; JULLIET ♥, rambling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When it comes to grace and subtlety, the R reigns supreme" apparently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was going to talk about romeo &amp;amp; julliet for my 'r' blog, since it's one of my favourite films ever. but then i thought 'wait... r... rachael... et voila!' so i'll talk about myself for this blog. but then i remembered that i really suck at talking about myself, so i'll just answer questions about me instead (i know this blog is a cop out, so what?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have an iPod? What color?&lt;br /&gt;i have an ipod touch in uhh.. silver? black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your favourite director?&lt;br /&gt;TIM BURTON! WITHOUT A DOUBT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of rap music?&lt;br /&gt;actually sometimes rap music can be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were the last 3 movies you watched?&lt;br /&gt;the nightmare before christmas an hour or 2 ago&lt;br /&gt;17 again&lt;br /&gt;office space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a dial-up connection?&lt;br /&gt;i don't, but if i did that would be awful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever used a fountain pen?&lt;br /&gt;yeah haha, but then i broke it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have the AOL toolbar installed?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about Google?&lt;br /&gt;bingo. i also have the neopets toolbar, but no one needs to know about that one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your keyboard wireless?&lt;br /&gt;nope, it's retro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you go to concerts/gigs?&lt;br /&gt;i use to go all the time, but now that i keep spending my money on nothing, i never get a chance to go. i seen placebo on the 14th though, it was amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you stereotypical? Don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas Brothers. Your thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;the one with the curly hair is cute, and the one that was in camp rock more than the others was hot when he was acting like a dick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The color orange. Your thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;it's pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saying, "Penny for your thoughts." Your thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;i only recently understood what that saying meant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in a Starbucks with a laptop, releasing your inner nerd? I am.&lt;br /&gt;i wish. i'm in my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that Graduation Tests are easy. Do you agree?&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't know, i've never taken one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite school suply?&lt;br /&gt;god. stationary, i love stationary. i love the sound that pencils make when you write with them. i know, i'm weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite bathroom essential?&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;apart from toilet paper, probably face masks and bubble bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in a helicopter?&lt;br /&gt;i haven't, but i'd love to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is someone close to you in the service?&lt;br /&gt;fortunately, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your age multiplied by 18 and divided by 5?&lt;br /&gt;16 x 18 = 288 ÷ 5 = 57.6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That number backwards?&lt;br /&gt;6.75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a tourbus/RV?&lt;br /&gt;nooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever lived in a van for more than a week?&lt;br /&gt;yuck, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever camped out in your front yard?&lt;br /&gt;haha i did when i lived in mckinney once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the farthest distance you've walked?&lt;br /&gt;like 20 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jogged?&lt;br /&gt;10 miles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran?&lt;br /&gt;like 1/2 a mile haha, i get bored running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprinted?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure, i more or less never sprint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you dance?&lt;br /&gt;badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your best friend's name spelled backwards with "izzle" at the end?&lt;br /&gt;i have more than one best friend! if i done that 'spell backwards with "izzle" at the end' thing it will only cause bother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: Mine is Ydnewizzle&lt;br /&gt;congratulations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to a REAL haunted house?&lt;br /&gt;apparently it was haunted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you think bats are scary?&lt;br /&gt;not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about spiders?&lt;br /&gt;yes! they're yucky, very very yucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a fear you have that you're embarassed about?&lt;br /&gt;um the dark is probably my most embarassing fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario Bros.--Cool or outdated?&lt;br /&gt;COOL! always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List the last 5 things you have 'googled':&lt;br /&gt;obama health care reform key points&lt;br /&gt;teal&lt;br /&gt;ice cream&lt;br /&gt;kool aid man&lt;br /&gt;i hate nick griffin because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you adopted?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are/were you home schooled?&lt;br /&gt;nah, public schools all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is prophase 1?&lt;br /&gt;no idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What age do you think is a good one to get married at?&lt;br /&gt;hm.. early 20's? i don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about have kids?&lt;br /&gt;well i'm not sure if i want kids, so i really don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know any homosexuals?&lt;br /&gt;i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MTV movie remakes: Good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know what that is haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Disney? (Mickey and Minnie, Donald, Daisy, Goofy...the originals.)&lt;br /&gt;old disney is better. does disney from like 2003 count as 'old' though? i loved that's so raven and kim possible and out of the box and pbj etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Disney? (High School Musical, Jonas Bros, Suite Life of Zack and Cody.)&lt;br /&gt;actually, i quite like high school musical. but apart from that, new disney sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh, you're pregnant! What are you naming your baby girl?&lt;br /&gt;hm...&lt;br /&gt;i don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yay, twins! The other is a boy. Name?&lt;br /&gt;i suck at thinking up names!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it going to be 6 hours from now?&lt;br /&gt;12:42 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you go by a 24 hour clock or 12 hour clock?&lt;br /&gt;usually a 24 hour clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever drank hard liquor?&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a sarcastic person?&lt;br /&gt;yeah! it's awkward though when i'm sarcastic on the internet then people take me seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to grow a pumpkin?&lt;br /&gt;i do not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of pumpkins...Have you carved one for Halloween?&lt;br /&gt;yes! agessss ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or were you lazy and instead used Sharpies or paint? (That's what I did.)&lt;br /&gt;nah, i got a pumpkin carving set and stencils and everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christianity: Your thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;well i go to a catholic school, so christianity doesn't really bother me. what bothers me about it is the die-hards who take it upon themselves to preach to you that you're wrong in not believing etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homophobia: Your thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;i don't really have thoughts on homophobia, i'm not homophobic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a writer?&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't say so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your greatest talent?&lt;br /&gt;probably gift of the gab haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you addicted to any video games?&lt;br /&gt;kingdom hearts &amp;amp; pokemon forever &amp;amp; ever &amp;amp; ever &amp;amp; ever &amp;amp; ever! sometimes tetris and pacman, sometimes the sims and animal crossing. it depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which ones?&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how people get sex changes? It's pretty interesting...&lt;br /&gt;i don't, but i want to find out now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbows: Cool or uncool?&lt;br /&gt;sooo cool&lt;br /&gt;especially when you can see the full rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would your great-great-grandmother be?&lt;br /&gt;sick probably&lt;br /&gt;but she's dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your grandmother on your paternal side alive?&lt;br /&gt;none of my grandparents are alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a grandmother/father?&lt;br /&gt;nonono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite color mixed with red?&lt;br /&gt;purple i think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any allergies?&lt;br /&gt;does hayfever count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of coffee?&lt;br /&gt;i like it iced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like chicken?&lt;br /&gt;yuck, no&lt;br /&gt;veggie ftw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about sushi?&lt;br /&gt;looove sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of Green Day?&lt;br /&gt;i don't really like them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about Stephen King?&lt;br /&gt;he's okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Used?&lt;br /&gt;who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Timberlake?&lt;br /&gt;love him /embarassment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you brush your teeth?&lt;br /&gt;twice a day ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash your hair?&lt;br /&gt;every morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you used exfoliating cleanser on your face?&lt;br /&gt;yeaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have acne?&lt;br /&gt;i use to, but it's all gone now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you over 6 foot?&lt;br /&gt;haha are you kidding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 5 foot?&lt;br /&gt;i'm 5' 2"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you look good in green?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color do you look best in?&lt;br /&gt;either black or dark blue (i think it was described as "midnight blue"?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long in your middle toe on your right foot?&lt;br /&gt;that doesn't make sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing socks?&lt;br /&gt;yessss, thigh high black ones&lt;br /&gt;(they're meant to be knee high but i'm short)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you procrastinating on something?&lt;br /&gt;yep. 2 english essays, notes about american politics &amp;amp; notes about the nhs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's school/work going?&lt;br /&gt;bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy school/work?&lt;br /&gt;not at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are your last 5 texts from and what did they say?&lt;br /&gt;my last 2 are from niamh saying - "fuck you man haha just in the taxi. what would i be in?ahaa" &amp;amp; "i'm going in x you coming in?"&lt;br /&gt;and the other 3 are from stuart talking about snowboarding or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color are your ear/headphones?&lt;br /&gt;blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have Twitter?&lt;br /&gt;yessss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you follow Obama on Twitter?&lt;br /&gt;do i fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last speak to that was drunk/high?&lt;br /&gt;paul yesterday. well i think he was drunk, hungover at least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could live in any era in history, which would it be and who would you be?&lt;br /&gt;i would have lived to live in victorian times and wear those lovely dresses! or around the '50s in america and be sandy from grease ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's someone in your life who you absolutely despise and why?&lt;br /&gt;hmm... there are a lot of people i despise to be honest. it doesn't take much to annoy me. probably the one annoying me most at the moment is a girl at my school who thinks she's everyones friend and god's gift to men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone (not just a lover) ever broken or even cracked your heart? What happened? How long ago? Still hurt?&lt;br /&gt;probably the worst i've ever felt my heart "broken" was when i was seeing this boy last year, who i ended up with for a good year or so. he started doing cocaine, and i didn't want anything to do with him after that even though how i felt about him hadn't changed.&lt;br /&gt;another time was hm.. 2007 i think? something happened with people i was, at the time, friends with which sparked this chain reaction of repression since i'd moved back from america to scotland. i don't want to talk about it though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could resolve either situation, how do you wish to resolve it?&lt;br /&gt;i have no interest in resolving either. it would be pointless telling this girl that she's a skank, and i'm sort of glad for having the other thing happen, because without it i may have just repressed emotions further and things may have gotten out of hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which song are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;taste in men by placebo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's cooler: Mini-Golf, Claw Games or Ferris Wheels?&lt;br /&gt;i'm awful at mini-golf, i just smack the ball and watch it fly away. or i hit in in water and try to splash people. i love claw games when i win, but they are too addictive for me to play on a regular basis (the last time, i spotted a high school musical mickey mouse that i absoultely would have died without, and i spent at least over £20 trying to win it, with no avail). which leaves ferris wheels, which are cool anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this is verrrry long, and if you read all of this then pat yourself on the back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-1526338443216365580?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1526338443216365580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/12/rrrrrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/1526338443216365580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/1526338443216365580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/12/rrrrrr.html' title='rrrrrr'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i45.tinypic.com/r05ro8_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-5577444952700632136</id><published>2009-12-15T22:12:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:23:39.488Z</updated><title type='text'>if i had £1 for every time i was asked today 'is it real?!'</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;i'd have enough to cover my body in placebo tattoos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/6tpzcg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/1115svp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and for the record, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PLACEBO WERE INCREDIBLE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.tinypic.com/2gvrlua.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;the quality of all the photos/videos are awful, and none of them will never do any justice in reiterating how fucking close i was to brian molko (2 rows from the barrier bi-atch). maybe i'll put more pictures from the concert onto my photobucket account though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-5577444952700632136?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/5577444952700632136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-i-had-1-for-every-time-i-was-asked.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/5577444952700632136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/5577444952700632136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-i-had-1-for-every-time-i-was-asked.html' title='if i had £1 for every time i was asked today &apos;is it real?!&apos;'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i46.tinypic.com/6tpzcg_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-1120942232884619857</id><published>2009-12-13T13:31:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-13T13:46:15.065Z</updated><title type='text'>QQQQQ (it should really be qu)</title><content type='html'>quavers, quorn, quilts, quality streets, queen of hearts, "quids", quentin tarintino, quiffs - i know it's a short list, you try coming up with a huge list of things you like beginning with q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/20nj8n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUIDDITCH&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on an unrelated note, I'M SEEING PLACEBO TOMORROW yay&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-1120942232884619857?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1120942232884619857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/12/qqqqq-it-should-really-be-qu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/1120942232884619857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/1120942232884619857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/12/qqqqq-it-should-really-be-qu.html' title='QQQQQ (it should really be qu)'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i49.tinypic.com/20nj8n_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-8780261441274316187</id><published>2009-12-13T13:05:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-13T13:31:03.815Z</updated><title type='text'>'09</title><content type='html'>wow. i haven't blogged properly in ages. sorry about that, i won't bore you with the same reasons as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always feel pretty nostalgic right about this time every single year, start thinking about all the stuff i said i'd do &amp;amp; didn't, start thinking about all the stupid stuff i've done, all the impulsive stuff, all the good stuff. i also get sort of upset because i don't really look forward to christmas as much as i use to. it's weird though, because only 3/4 years ago i was excited about christmas before it was even my birthday. i just put it down to growing up, but i don't feel anymore grown up.&lt;br /&gt;when i was 11 years old and a first year at high school, i'd imagine being in 5th/6th year, and how much more responsible and clever and organised i'd be. but really, i've gotten worse. i've more or less given up on half of my subjects, my only real incentive to going into school is to talk to my schools and going out at the end of the day. i guess if i keep telling myself i'll start taking school seriously, the idea will sink in. hopefully. eventually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, 2009. i think it's probably been the best/worst year (i want to say stardate instead of year!)&lt;br /&gt;turning 16, for example. sure, you're technically an "adult" but people still don't see you as one. being charged an adult at the cinema doesn't mean you are one, having to pay full fare instead of half on a bus/train doesn't make you more grown up. all that's changed is that you don't have to be at school basically. and you can get a job. but let's be honest, at 16, employers aren't going to treat you fantastically, are they? low pay, long hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, whats weird about this year is that nothing really amazing happened. i went to poland for  a week and a bit, went to london and blackpool a few times, went to parties, dated a few guys. i think what has made this year stick out more so than others is realizing that this time in 2 years, maybe even 1, things will be entirely different. more importantly, as cliched it is, i've realized who my real friends are and aren't. 2009 has been full of paranoia, tears, anger, shame, but also a good deal of accomplishment and happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite things this year have been:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;MUSIC! specifically the affinity i have created with smashing pumpkins, placebo, ke$sha and jay-z. weird, i know&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;while i was on exam leave in may/june, and me and my friend niamh would meet at like 11, buy food from the supermarket, sit by the canal and eat and bitch about people for hours and hours&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drinking more than whats good for me, but the things i say while like that are less than desirable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;becoming obsessed with films again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to the cinema at silly times every weekend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;there are several more things i didn't like than i did, so i'll just name a few, which are:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; the unexplainable reasons as to why i am a bitch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;meeting certain people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having to blurt out what i think 24/7&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;i also became obsessed with twitter this year, i do not know why. all i know is that i can't help but love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now the 'noughties' are nearly at an end, i wonder what'll happen next decade...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-8780261441274316187?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/8780261441274316187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/12/09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/8780261441274316187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/8780261441274316187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/12/09.html' title='&apos;09'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-4543151920074619740</id><published>2009-11-18T13:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-18T14:36:23.103Z</updated><title type='text'>ppppp</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/x6iel0.jpg" align="left"&gt; penguins, paris, pizza, princesses, pepsi, phone calls, photos, pluto (the dog), podcasts, pears, pandas, plums. PRINGLES! porcupines, plasters, panic! at the disco &lt;/shame&gt;, pancakes, parrots, pencils, pendulum pennies, poland, pingu, pink, pigeons (@feral_pigeon&lt;3) pineapples, pens, perfume pinnochio, petticoats, being a "PC", puppies, parties, peanut butter, primark, pianos, paolo nutini, puffy ami yumi show, PLACEBO [december 14th ;)] &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i found that 'p is for... pie' picture in my 'my pictures' folder and i couldn't resist using it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/ok4ugl.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember when you're like 6 or 7, and you're whole childhood is centered around something? like sports, or reading, or climbing trees? i was a video game girl, pokemon in particular. i know what you'll be thinking "ANOTHER teenage girl proclaiming her "undying love" for a child oriented game? boring." it isn't like that. i first really got "into" pokemon when i was 4 or 5 maybe, and my dad bought me a pink gameboy color and pokemon yellow from walmart. and even though he had to more or less play the entire game for me because i was rubbish at it, i still felt an affinty, if you will, with all those little pixels&lt;br /&gt;i became more independant with pokemon silver/gold/crystal, (yes, i had all 3) completing silver &amp;amp; gold in an average of say... 6 months? but when nintendo remade s/g and crystal was formed, i was aaaaaall over it, finishing the entire game in probably a maximum of 6 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUBY &amp;amp; SAPPHIRE&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;oh sapphire, i love you so much. i can still remember going to gamestop at 9 am to pick up my pro ordered copy before everyone else to make sure i got a kyogre coin, then staying overnight at my friend natalee's house, playing ruby and sapphire literally all night. and suffering the concequences by falling asleep in the cheesecake factory&lt;br /&gt;when diamond/pearl came out i was probably about 13, so i tried to act like i wasn't bothered about it's realse, but secrectly, it was killing me that i wouldn't get a limited edition dialga/palkia stylus. but my dad, once again, preordered diamond for me, i actually felt like i was going to cry with happiness. i didn't even need a week to finish, i finished half the game the first day i had it, and finished it a couple hours later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i absolutely adore pokemon, and you have no idea how pissed off i get when i hear people talking about loving it, despite only being able to name one pokemon, mainly pikachu. or talking about how they bought a packet of pokemon cards and there was a pikachu card there and "zOMG! pikachu is just soooo cute zOMG!" it's just awful haha. whenever someone starts a conversation like that, not even to my face, i get overwhelmed and have to yell randomly "YEAH WELL I HAVE 1000+ POKEMON CARDS AND 100+ FIGURES AND EVERY SINGLE GAME/(on all platforms apart from wii, cause i sold mine...) FILM/BOOK/EPISODE etc!!!"&lt;br /&gt;the sad thing is that's actually the truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;besides, everyone knows eevee, espeon and charmander are the cutest pokemon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/20ier5.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/9pt2yb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/20kp110.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, all of the eeveelutions are adorable. except for lefeon, he freaks me out&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-4543151920074619740?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/4543151920074619740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ppppp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/4543151920074619740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/4543151920074619740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ppppp.html' title='ppppp'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i49.tinypic.com/x6iel0_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-8791101468859286485</id><published>2009-11-03T14:05:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-03T14:21:12.759Z</updated><title type='text'>ha! 3 blogs! ha!</title><content type='html'>i was going to blog about &lt;em&gt;this &lt;/em&gt;in my little update thingy, but i didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so, if you use twitter ever a little bit (unless you just had you're head under a rock) you'll obviously know that miley cyrus deleted her twitter like.. a month ago. at the time, twitter was bombarded by sobbing, suicidal pre-teens, tweeting more or less the same pathetic plea "#mileycomeback OMG HOW COULD U DO THIS OMG OMG :'( :'("&lt;br /&gt;if you had a £1 for all the people that tweeted begging miley to come back in the first hour, you could have bought her and forced her to open a new account. and on the same day i think (if you'll remember) twitter froze &amp;amp; it was a 'twitocalypse' and it was miley's fault, etc.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, everyone calmed down a few days later, and life on twitter returned to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, except for the creater of the website 'www.mileysavefuzzy.com'&lt;br /&gt;basically, the jist of their website is that miley deleting her twitter was "painfully shocking" and in their (i keep saying their because a gender isn't specified. i'm guessing it'a a girl, sorry) desperate attempt to almost blackmail miley cyrus into creating a new account, this psycho says that basically, if miley doesn't begin to tweet again (by november 16th i think) she's going to eat her cat.&lt;br /&gt;personally, when i first read their website, i thought they were taking the piss. but then you scroll down and this... weirdo is being serious. it's really kind of creepy when you think about the people that would even joke about killing their cat because a singer deleted her account. she probably deleted it to try and avoid people doing this. anyways, you should check out the website. it's pretty messed up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-8791101468859286485?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/8791101468859286485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ha-3-blogs-ha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/8791101468859286485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/8791101468859286485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ha-3-blogs-ha.html' title='ha! 3 blogs! ha!'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-9001125748363471031</id><published>2009-11-03T13:56:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-03T14:58:50.157Z</updated><title type='text'>helllllllllo</title><content type='html'>somedays i love love love double blogging&lt;br /&gt;especially when i feel obliged because the latest post in 2 weeks was about a politician... you know you're starting to get old when you actually understand &amp;amp; talk about politics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, in the past month or so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my *cough* wonderful SE W910i broke. again. for like the fifth time. it has now sunk into my particularly thick skull that buying yet ANOTHER one would be a waste of time, i've gotten obsessed with party in the usa by miley cyrus &amp;amp; is this love by bob marley, i've wrote countless essays about american immigration &amp;amp; british health inequalities, i got a pair of harem pants about 6 months after they were "cool", i've made several lists of things i need/want for a trip to poland which is monthsssss away (i love making lists, shut up), i spent an entire 24 hours writing an 'animal farm' essay, i've realized how badly i need a job, i was probably the worst bumble bee ever for halloween &amp;amp; my proudest achievement, i got my friend tipsy &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS MY BIRTHDAY IN 10 DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i really want a black DC hoodie, an HTC phone and &lt;strong&gt;every single pair&lt;/strong&gt; of christian louboutin shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/28inp7p.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-9001125748363471031?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/9001125748363471031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/11/helllllllllo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/9001125748363471031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/9001125748363471031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/11/helllllllllo.html' title='helllllllllo'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.tinypic.com/28inp7p_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-1682163042372257907</id><published>2009-11-03T13:38:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-03T13:55:42.399Z</updated><title type='text'>OoOoOoO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/25tyvd0.jpg" align="left" /&gt;orange juice, 101 dalmations, octopusses, opal fruits, otters, overalls, orchirds ok go, omnibuses (the coronation street one!), oatmeal cookies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orlando bloom. enough said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/4g25na.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-1682163042372257907?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1682163042372257907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ooooooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/1682163042372257907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/1682163042372257907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ooooooo.html' title='OoOoOoO'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.tinypic.com/25tyvd0_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-4286903177210881981</id><published>2009-10-22T20:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:50:25.552+01:00</updated><title type='text'>nnnnnn</title><content type='html'>nsync obviously, nature, navy, n-dubz, noise, newspapers, ninjas, noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll say sorry now for the judgemental, rushed &amp;amp; angry blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i had a big plan about writing about napoleon dynamite, which is definately one of my favourite films, but i'm going to be a hypocrite &amp;amp; blog about nick griffin, the leader of the bnp. i really hate mixing religion/politics/my principles with the internet, you always end up offending someone, or someone strongly disagrees with you or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always been interested in politics &amp;amp; whats happening in the world, but i'd never been to protests or rallies, mainly because there are few in glasgow. i mean, i went to a anti-scientology one, but my feelings about scientology are for another day. but once i was in glasgow &amp;amp; there was this guy standing on a little stool, holding a megaphone &amp;amp; i honestly did feel bad for him, as his smile was obviously to cover up how embarrased &amp;amp; awkward he must have felt, because i'm assuming that the 100/200 people screaming abuse &amp;amp; chants at him can't have made him feel too homey. so this woman rushes up to me, hands me about 32984320 anti-bnp flyers &amp;amp; explains to me about how the bnp are more or less nazi's. so usually i'd have just ignored it &amp;amp; been quite content with the party i support, but that woman's obvious passionate hatred towars the bnp sparked an interest, so i looked them up &amp;amp; i really have to hand it to nick griffin, he really does have an amazing way with words. he sugar coats &amp;amp; complicates the truth so the ignorant &amp;amp; indecisive british swallow all of his bizarre opinions, which has gotten the bnp 2 seats in the european parliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reasons why i think nick griffin is a douche bag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;and a hypocrite. apparently he use to teach foreigners to speak english. huh, weird, because i heard he wants to make the fuck sure immigrants aren't allowed into britain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;his psychotic views on the holocaust. yeah, didn't you know? apparently they never happened &amp;amp; the jews are conspiring against white british people. can words really describe how sick that is?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The TV footage of dozens of gay demonstrators flaunting their perversions in front of the world's journalists showed just why so many ordinary people find these creatures so repulsive." (1999 - writing for Spearhead) obviously saying that he finds gay people "repulsive" &amp;amp; doens't even refer to them as humans will win him many gay friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about the whole question time thing, at first i really strongly believed that the tape shouldn't be shown, he shouldn't have even been asked on. (which i still stand by) but i've been thinking, he is a politician, so him &amp;amp; his party do have a right to (as much as it pains me to admit) be treated as such, even if what they believe is so ugly &amp;amp; paranoid it almost sounds fake. but the footage on the news of people protesting is pretty ridiculous, since he is a publically elected politician &amp;amp; we do live in a democracy. i think that the bbc will soundbite the fuck out of his appearance on question time, &amp;amp; he should be interviwed live for an hour by a brutal journalist. basically, my hatred of the bnp has overshadowed my principles now, if you support them i want nothing to do with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"So, what are we now doing with the British National Party? Well we tried to simplify its message in some ways and to make it a saleable message. So it's not white supremacy or racial civil war or anything like that, which is what we know in fact is going on, and we're not supremacists, we're white survivalists, even that frightens people. Four apple pie words, freedom, security, identity and democracy." (2001 - Speech to the American Friends of the BNP)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but seriously, if you didn't break down what he says, research about him, read some of the ludicrous things he's written/said (so basically if you are an ignorant prick) the bnp make an overwhelmingly persuasive argument. then you realise how ugly nick griffin is &amp;amp; how fucked in the head bnp members are&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rant over&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-4286903177210881981?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/4286903177210881981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/10/nnnnnn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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this one are rubbish, blame it on that. anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/2dlm0dg.jpg" align="left" /&gt; MUSE! movies, milky ways, magazines, milk, MONEY, monkeys, melons, makeup, micky &amp;amp; minnie mouse, maroon 5 &lt;/shame&gt;, marshmallows, mayday parade, monsters inc (best. movie. ever.) meryl streep, michael jackson, m&amp;amp;m's, MARIO!, monopoly, mxtube, milkshakes, my mummy :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M-M-M-M-MUSIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i absolutely love music. if my ipod was a human being i'd literally be head over heels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-7753764441841693901?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7753764441841693901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/10/mmmmmmm_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/7753764441841693901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/7753764441841693901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/10/mmmmmmm_19.html' title='mmmmmmm'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/2dlm0dg_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-5094151205120723519</id><published>2009-10-19T15:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:14:43.294+01:00</updated><title type='text'>blackpool is pretty</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/2ymars2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blame my camera phone for the horrible quality&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-5094151205120723519?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i37.tinypic.com/2ymars2_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-7040913522679882199</id><published>2009-10-08T12:15:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T13:02:22.292+01:00</updated><title type='text'>updatez &amp; what not</title><content type='html'>em, hi blog. let me begin by saying i'm sorry that all i've done recently is post a picture &amp; a relevant title once in a while &amp; still think that we're bff's. friends again? cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things here have been weird.  as i type these immortal words, i'm currently sniffling away in my bed, as i feel that an elephant has chewed me up &amp; spat me out. it's a great feeling ... /sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, things that have happened to me recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• i've taken 2 english nabs, one i pretty much shouldn't have taken cause i failed. failed bad. and the other was even harder than the first one so i don't see myself doing too great. but they're only practises nabs, so i've got until january to get the hang of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• i've gotten obsessed with flashpops. they're literally just like ringpops, but guess where flashpops differ. guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• incase you didn't know (or didn't realize in any of the pictures i've ever uploaded) my room use to be covered in posters. i say posters, cut outs of tour dates &amp; stuff from nme actually... anyways, i don't know what posessed me, but i took them all down, &amp; now i've just got up a couple big posters (a couple being around 15) my room looks naked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• it's my sixteenth birthday in november &amp; i still have no idea what i'm doing for it. it's stressful (you know how ott girls go with this kind of stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• i've recently realized how much i love tuna rolls/tuna pasta from my school, &amp; how much i love making pretty mind maps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• swine flu has made an appearance into my life once more. a few people at my school apparently have it/had it &amp; one of my friends may or may not have it. if i was catholic i'd pray for her, but instead i'll probably buy her some chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• danny jones is the face of october in my mcfly calendar, which i was super excited about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• i seen toy story 3D, which was suprisingly good. it probably wasn't, but i'm a pixar girl. none of their movies are bad in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• i've finished reading animal farm, &amp; boy. for a 100 or so page book, it was suprisingly hard to grasp. but the york notes really helped &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• i've gotten super excited about poland 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• i've gotten obsessed with tons of songs, like: sorry sorry by super junior,  undisclosed desires by muse, bump in the night by all starz (yeah i'm soo 2004) &amp; pretty much every placebo song, in an attempt to learn all the words to all their songs by december&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• i'm totally stumped on what i want to be for halloween. i originally intended to be a disney princess, but it seems girls today aren't interested in wearing clothes, or if they have to, they go for "as slutty as possible" so yeah. i'll think of something good like two days before halloween &amp; be stuck with being a witch or something original like that ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• i've been having weird dreams, including a dream about the apocolypse, a dream where i was pregnant &amp; a dream where these two girls died &amp; they haunted me wherever i went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• i've gotten through 3 sets of ear phones in about a fortnight. i'm a twirler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• i've cried at the exact same episode of 8 simple rules eleventy billion times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• i've realized that i NEEEED a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• i'm still obsessed with twitter, &amp; the internet in general. some things never change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time i'm on my computer i'll carry on with the alphabet blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-7040913522679882199?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7040913522679882199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/10/updatez-what-not.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/7040913522679882199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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good'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.tinypic.com/2enmeio_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-6763432744265829904</id><published>2009-09-28T13:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:36:17.328+01:00</updated><title type='text'>excited for toy story 3D!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/311nxy1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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3D!'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/311nxy1_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-321151957891866134</id><published>2009-09-28T13:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:34:31.424+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LLLLLLLLLLLL</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2d0iah5.jpg" algin="left" /&gt;lillies, lilac, ladybugs, lemons, limes, limos, lambs, lanturns, lady gaga &lt;/secret&gt;, lollypops, las vegas, love/lust, lenka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i'm angry or upset, i make lemonade to calm down. go figure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-321151957891866134?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/321151957891866134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/09/llllllllllll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/321151957891866134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/321151957891866134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/09/llllllllllll.html' title='LLLLLLLLLLLL'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/2d0iah5_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-8446002444981063395</id><published>2009-09-27T12:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T12:26:02.671+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm in love with his voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jfgeMjAAny4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jfgeMjAAny4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's adorable&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-8446002444981063395?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/8446002444981063395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-in-love-with-his-voice_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/8446002444981063395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/8446002444981063395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-in-love-with-his-voice_27.html' title='i&apos;m in love with his voice'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-5296774343833970186</id><published>2009-09-27T11:48:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T12:35:05.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>KKKKKKKKKKK</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2lo5f9e.jpg" align="left" /&gt;kites, kaleidoscopes, koi fish, kelloggs, kangaroo's, karaoke, kettles, koala, kelpies, kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i have 2 'things i love beginning with k' so you get 2 things i love in the one blog! exciting huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/16246lj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KINGDOM HEARTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know when you're a kid, &amp;amp; your whole childhood focuses around one thing? may it be sports, or reading, or cartoons. mine was nintendo. i loved nintendo, &amp;amp; i still do. that's why it was such a shock when i found that i actually liked a sony game. it started when i was at my friend natalee's house, who dabbled in &amp;amp; out of xbox &amp;amp; ps2 games (i'm saying dabbled like it was drugs and not video games)&lt;br /&gt;i was in the middle of bragging about how i'd beaten the elite 4 for the millionth time (cause that's prestigious stuff to 9 year olds) when she whipped out kingdom hearts &amp;amp; beagn playing that. i was agast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i sat angrily on her bed while she stayed glued infront of the tv screen. then i heard the familiar voices of disney characters, &amp;amp; i couldn't help but not pry my eyes away from my GBA &amp;amp; take a peek at what she was doing. i think it was at that moment i began my affair with sony. at first it was just playing a half hour or so of kingdom hearts when i was at natalee's house. but when we moved back to scotland, i was in a game store &amp;amp; i seen a cheap ps2 + kingdom hearts. i felt awful, but i bumped the affair up a level. in the following days &amp;amp; weeks, i would spend all my spare time with sora, travelling to different worlds, fighting the heartless, &amp;amp; eventually, i battled my way to the end. it felt strange that i had completed a non-nintendo game, &amp;amp; had actually had fun. so soon after completeing it i was on amazon &amp;amp; i came across the second kingdom hearts game for like £5. once again, my relationship with sony was triumphant over my never ending love with nintendo. the second KH 2 arrived i played it constantly, until i reached the awkward stage of completion once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a KH game coming out in october, called 358/2 days. but it's kind of a sequel to chain of memories for GBA, which apparently was rubbish so i never bought it. but i think i'll have to if i want to understand half the things going on in 358/2 days. i know the gist of chain of memories, but whatever. it'll be fun playing a KH game that i haven't completed a billion times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; number 2: i fucking love kool-aid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/dg32h3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-5296774343833970186?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/5296774343833970186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/09/kkkkkkkkkkk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/5296774343833970186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/5296774343833970186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/09/kkkkkkkkkkk.html' title='KKKKKKKKKKK'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/2lo5f9e_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-8476687689936626462</id><published>2009-09-23T21:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:39:20.525+01:00</updated><title type='text'>jjjjjjjjjjjjj</title><content type='html'>juice, jumping jacks, jeremy kay, jack johnson, juno, jaffa cakes, jelly beans, jack in the box, joysticks, jewellery, jumpers, jigsaws, jasmine (the princess &amp; the smell), jack-o-lanturns, jackass, jacket potatos, jaguars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't wore a pair of jeans since february. shorts ftw ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-8476687689936626462?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/8476687689936626462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/09/jjjjjjjjjjjjj.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/8476687689936626462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/8476687689936626462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/09/jjjjjjjjjjjjj.html' title='jjjjjjjjjjjjj'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-4480905146083483318</id><published>2009-09-12T14:10:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:28:37.391Z</updated><title type='text'>!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/2h87ofo.jpg" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was finding the picture of the ice cream sundae for my 'i' blog i found this: ice cream sundae cupcakes! i swear if you buy me them i'll marry you! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(look at the cupcakes to the left; cookie monster! where the fuck is this place!?) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-4480905146083483318?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/4480905146083483318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/4480905146083483318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/4480905146083483318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='!!!'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i31.tinypic.com/2h87ofo_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-994977868481832011</id><published>2009-09-12T14:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T14:10:18.687+01:00</updated><title type='text'>cunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.tinypic.com/1fbfp1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.twitter.com/ayebloodyright is gay ;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-994977868481832011?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/994977868481832011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/09/cunt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/994977868481832011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/994977868481832011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/09/cunt.html' title='cunt'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i26.tinypic.com/1fbfp1_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-2791049399021946434</id><published>2009-09-06T13:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T14:00:57.929+01:00</updated><title type='text'>iiiiiiiiiii</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i32.tinypic.com/2hycprt.jpg" align="left" /&gt; i feel bad for not blogging properly in a while. that 'apology' one doesnt count haha, it was laaame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, things i like beginning with the letter i:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ipods, igloos, icicles, ibex, ice storms (they exsist btw! when i lived in dallas we got ice storms to compensate for 0 snow), ibuprofen, ice age I, II &amp;amp; III &amp;amp; the real ice age of course, inner party system, idealism &amp;amp; being idealistic, ink, illusions, illusiveness, 'inny' belly buttons, iglu &amp;amp; hartly &amp;amp; imogean heap, ice cubes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SCREAM YOU SCREAM WE ALL SCREAM FOR ICE CREAM ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love ice cream! there was a period of time from about 2006  to about christmas 2008 where i was a vegan, &amp;amp; i took a quote right from the guy who was in the vegan hot dog eating contest with obama girl: "i don't eat things that cry". which is practically EVERYTHING. so no fish, chicken, burgers, cheese, milk etc. i basically ate pasta &amp;amp; fruit for 2 years. but every so often i just need some fucking ice cream. so i gave up &amp;amp; to celebrate had a huuuge baskin robbins sundae! it was the besttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although the best ice cream i've ever had is from about.. 2004ish i think, we were moving back to scotland in august, so my mum was doing errands in mckinney one day &amp;amp; we went to baskin robbins. i don't think they do this in the uk (at least not where i live) but in the usa, there was always a 'flavour of the month' cleverly named to coincide with an event happening in that month, or a play on words of the month, or the season in which the month was in. anyways, it was july, &amp;amp; the flavour of the month was 'america's birthday cake' &amp;amp; it was THE best ice cream i've ever had. ever.  it had pieces of a red white &amp;amp; blue cake, with sprinkles and cookie dough &amp;amp; the best vanilla ice cream, it was so good. especially with hot fudge sauce ;)&lt;br /&gt;i'd probably kill to get a bowl full of that mother fucker again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-2791049399021946434?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/2791049399021946434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/09/iiiiiiiiiii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/2791049399021946434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/2791049399021946434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/09/iiiiiiiiiii.html' title='iiiiiiiiiii'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i32.tinypic.com/2hycprt_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-2729321126602140826</id><published>2009-09-06T13:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T13:56:48.472+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm coming back to you i swear!</title><content type='html'>apologies for the looong break from blogging. things have been crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lame reasons why i haven't been blogging:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;school's been back just over a fortnight, &amp;amp; i've had homework already. tragic, right? anyways, ever since school's went back i've been spending all my free time making mind maps &amp;amp; learning math techniques that will be of zero use in the real world. and not to forget catching up with sleep! i always forget how much sleep i lose during school terms, ending up in napping from 4 to 6, break for dinner, then 6:30 to like 11. my sleep pattern gets even more fucked up during school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;this is probably a good reason for why i should have blogged, but the past week i've been ill. heavy cold &amp;amp; a touch of food poisoning, so i was off school more or less all of last week. to be honest, i spent that time twiddling my fingers, bored out of my mind. but there was always something to do before blogging, and i am ashamed to say that blogging has been placed on the back burner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyways, i'm back now. however brief &amp;amp; shortlived that may be. but there's always twitter, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-2729321126602140826?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/2729321126602140826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-coming-back-to-you-i-swear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/2729321126602140826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/2729321126602140826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-coming-back-to-you-i-swear.html' title='i&apos;m coming back to you i swear!'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-8884223953792504083</id><published>2009-08-22T21:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T21:19:17.397+01:00</updated><title type='text'>this made my day</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks lauren&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-8884223953792504083?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/8884223953792504083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-made-my-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/8884223953792504083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/8884223953792504083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-made-my-day.html' title='this made my day'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-5160885971322846785</id><published>2009-08-22T20:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T21:18:18.684+01:00</updated><title type='text'>HHHHHHHH</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i32.tinypic.com/rsu6ts.gif" align="left" /&gt; horses, hot chocolate, hazelnuts, hotels, hagrid, hair: spray, dye &amp;amp; products, half moons, being happy, hamsters, halloween, h&amp;amp;m, helium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if we speak in person, or on twitter, or whatever then you'll probably be aware that i'm a huge harry potter fan, so it can't come as much of a suprise that i'd speak about that for my 'h' blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.tinypic.com/k9t3iq.jpg" align="RIGHT"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(how young do they all look there? awww)&lt;br /&gt;i can remember when we lived in my old house in dallas, my gran sent me a copy of harry potter &amp;amp; the philosophers stone &amp;amp; i completely judged that book by it's cover. i was about 6 or 7 at the time, if it wasn't a picture of a pony or a rainbow or a princess, then it was shit. but one night my dad came to read to me before bed &amp;amp; he'd read all my other books, &amp;amp; all that was left was harry potter, so i unhappily allowed him to read it to me, on the terms that if he read me some of the book &amp;amp; i didn't like it, he'd buy me beanie babies. what 6 year old girl would say no to that?! so he read me the first few chapters, &amp;amp; i was hooked. i remember i began to cry when he stopped &amp;amp; he read me a few more then i just fell asleep. so that's how my infatuation  began. he'd read me the books &amp;amp; i'd listen, gripped on each word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the films came out. i can remember vaguely seeing the 1st one, but i definately remember going to see the second one. i'd been looking forward to it ever since i'd seen the first trailer, so me, my best friend &amp;amp; both our brothers &amp;amp; mum's booked to see the chamber of secrets at the first showing on the first day it was out at movies 14. i was so obsessed, i even dressed as a witch (from the pointy hat down to the cloak &amp;amp; cat) to see it, &amp;amp; i have dressed as such ever since to see all the films. i actually had my first crush on rupert grint, but a part of me liked tom felton aswell. but i felt like i was cheating on griffyndor. i still sort of like rupert more, but tom's still hot. anyways, remember the part in the chamber of secrets when ginny was posessed by tom riddle's diary &amp;amp; she writes on blood on the walls? that gave me nightmares for months. 8 year olds are impressionable, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the 5th book came out, i went to the book launch with my best friend &amp;amp; her family. that was such a good night! we hung out in barnes &amp;amp; noble for hours with "hagrid" &amp;amp; "hedwig", got our faces painted, got the boxes the order of the phoenix books came in, which we were soooo stoked about. then we got back to her house around about, 1-2 am, pitched a tent in her living room &amp;amp; read that book for a whole day. i can still remember being picked up by my family afterwards, going to the cheesecake factory &amp;amp; falling asleep on the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the half blood prince was a pretty good film, possibly the best adaptation out of all the books. there was 2 main parts missing from the book i felt though, which i've probably blogged about before but will again: 1. dumbledore's seriously anticlimax death &amp;amp; 2. the missing fightscene from the end, &amp;amp; i think i had a 3rd but it's escaped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you like harry potter, then you'll probably like potter puppet pals, i think this is their best video, check it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tx1XIm6q4r4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tx1XIm6q4r4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-5160885971322846785?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i32.tinypic.com/rsu6ts_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-152395043368506921</id><published>2009-08-19T21:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:07:06.848+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tidy your room = play with transferable tattoo's</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i29.tinypic.com/mkwwon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/14t6mh5.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-152395043368506921?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i29.tinypic.com/mkwwon_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-3359597439031529676</id><published>2009-08-19T12:49:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:08:11.122+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't know what's happened to me</title><content type='html'>but all of a sudden i've gotten right back into the swing of blogging. it feels good, after taking that loooong break. but my writers block has finally been cured! but as one "illness" (can writers block be described as an illness?) goes, another one soon follows pursuit, in the form of a sore stomach &amp;amp; hayfever. but i guess it's good to be ill now &amp;amp; not when school goes back, ruining first impressions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school goes back too soon, &amp;amp; to be honest, the first month or so of summer i couldn't wait. but those were the days when i had bad hayfever &amp;amp; just tweeted all day &amp;amp; read harry potter &amp;amp; watched harry potter &amp;amp; obsessed over harry potter, etc. but now that it's less than a week away &amp;amp; i have my uniform, chose my subjects, seen the school, my apprehension is overwhelming my excitement.&lt;br /&gt;i suppose it's good &amp;amp; bad, although the good sides are only assumptions, like a good point is meeting new people &amp;amp; making new friends, i might not make new friends. it's unlikely i won't, but it could happen. one point i'm assuming most is that the boys from the school my school is joining with will be pretty &amp;amp; mature, not like the boys at my school currently. although there is one boy in particular i really, really don't want to see.... &amp;amp; one boy i really do want to see! well, two but they second one i only got a glance of, the first one i've known forever&lt;br /&gt;bad points include not knowing where i'll be going for the first while &amp;amp; my brother will be at the school now. whatever, i'm being melodramatic. since i'm stuck inside all day with nothing to do i'll most likely blog again, but before i end, look how cute this bunny is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bZBHZT3a-FA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bZBHZT3a-FA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(embedding was disabled)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-3359597439031529676?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3359597439031529676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-know-whats-happened-to-me.html#comment-form' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-3675612296607531954</id><published>2009-08-19T12:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:44:04.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>while we're still on the topic of glasgow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KXGu68R2NKA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KXGu68R2NKA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;i thought this was hilarious, but only because i can understand what they're saying&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-3675612296607531954?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3675612296607531954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/while-were-still-on-topic-of-glasgow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/3675612296607531954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/3675612296607531954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/while-were-still-on-topic-of-glasgow.html' title='while we&apos;re still on the topic of glasgow...'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-1599323334304100186</id><published>2009-08-19T11:56:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:09:27.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ggggggggg</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i25.tinypic.com/149s8ld.jpg" align="left" /&gt; girls, google, grass, giraffes, genie from aladdin, green, grapes, galaxy, george sampson, george clooney, germany, being giddy, glares, glass, glade air freshener, guys, guests, "ghetto"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.tinypic.com/aueavo.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;care to hazard a guess as to where i'll be blogging about today? if you haven't gotten it yet &amp;amp; you're from glasgow then shame on you, didn't the armadillo give it away? but that's right, i'm blogging about GLASGOW! the home of rachael, est 1993&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;if you're scottish/british, then you'll know that sterotypes &amp;amp; assumptions made by foreigners are more often than not way way off. for example, it's a british sterotype that we all drink tea &amp;amp; eat crumpets and scones. i do drink tea, but it's not poured out by the butler &amp;amp; brought along on a silver platter in the finest china. as for the crumpet thing, i've never had one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a scottish sterotype is that we wear kilts all the time &amp;amp; we all have ginger hair &amp;amp; we all play the bagpipes and eat haggis. along me to clear this up: people only generally wear kilts at speical occasions. believe it or not, we wear normal clothes. from normal clothes shops. weird, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;people who have ginger hair in scotland (well, where i live at least) are almost discriminated against. it can be funny sometimes, ridiculous yet funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;as for the bagpipes &amp;amp; haggis: bagpipes are only really played at folk concerts &amp;amp; sometimes special occasions, like st andrews day, although sometimes in glasgow people will busk with a bagpipe &amp;amp; wear a kilt, but it's probably for the tourists. and if you don't know what haggis is: it's sheeps intestine. so no, we don't all eat that. some people do obviously. i am not one of them. the look of it even through the packaging is revolting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we also have a strange breed of people in scotland, neds. if you don't know what they are, allow me to explain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine a 12 year old boy, 4' 12", wearing a knock off "lacoste" tracksuit &amp;amp; matching trainers, with the bottom of his tracksuit tucked into his tube socks. he has the first initial of his name shaved into the back of his head &amp;amp; he has a bottle of buckfast (revolting cider) tucked into his trouers. not the pocket, in his trousers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a man walks past reading a newspaper. the ned see's the lack of interest the man has in him &amp;amp; takes that as an insult. the ned then goes up to the man &amp;amp; starts speaking in tounges, or so it seems. "haw haw haw mahn how old ir yoo mahn pure fuckin old mahn i'm gonnie stab you haw haw" the man continues to walk on, unphased &amp;amp; the ned goes back to standing outside mcdonalds, taking swigs from the plastic bottle of cider. probably the most annoying things about neds is how ubiquitous they are, but they are creatures of habit, never venturing to new parks or streets to drink beer &amp;amp; smoke weed. it's just a case of knowing where they are = where you should avoid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;if that didn't help, this video will:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/scNLfr1EP08&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/scNLfr1EP08&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(incase you didnt know, most neds are young boys, who eventually grow out of it. but you do get the occasional ned who's older than 15 &amp;amp; still thinks it's cool to tuck your trouers into your tube socks &amp;amp; sit at the back of the bus spitting &amp;amp; playing drum &amp;amp; bass from the mobile phone they stole)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but glasgow isn't all neds &amp;amp; graffiti. most of it is, but not all of it. glasgow can be pretty, especially at night when it's christmas, &amp;amp; all the christmas lights get put up. probably my favourite places in glasgow are the science museum (i'm a geek, so what?) the abc, it's the prettiest place for UCAP concerts, but the SECC is good too, kelvingrove &amp;amp; the botanics. they are the nicest parks. there's an art museum at kelvingrove if that's what you're into. i'm not, so i just go to the park whenever i go to kelvingrove. glasgow at christmas is the best though! every christmas me &amp;amp; my dad &amp;amp; my little brother usually go to that fancy shopping centre (it's more of a tube though. i think princes square?) and we'll sit listening to the carolers &amp;amp; laughing at all the rich people. we have fun. so don't be put off by the stupidity of little kids, visit glasgow. i feel like i should get paid for endorsement now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-1599323334304100186?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1599323334304100186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/ggggggggg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/1599323334304100186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/1599323334304100186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/ggggggggg.html' title='ggggggggg'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i25.tinypic.com/149s8ld_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-7502373442790596928</id><published>2009-08-18T18:07:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:13:57.314+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FFFFFFFFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i30.tinypic.com/mhr4gx.jpg" align="left" /&gt; fudge, fun fairs, fountains, fish, friends, foxes, fans (paper &amp;amp; electronic. the paper ones are so pretty!), face powder, faces &amp;amp; funny facial expressions, fables, face masks/facials, fairy tales, firemen, fruit, father, felicitations, forbidden love, forgiveness, being frivolous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;facetious: describes me to a "T"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-7502373442790596928?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7502373442790596928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/fffffffff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/7502373442790596928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/7502373442790596928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/fffffffff.html' title='FFFFFFFFF'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.tinypic.com/mhr4gx_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-3117817258178744196</id><published>2009-08-18T17:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:00:16.892+01:00</updated><title type='text'>so pretty</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.tinypic.com/b5frf5.jpg" /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;buy me that &amp;amp; i'll be happy forever&lt;br /&gt;or a week, at the least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-3117817258178744196?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3117817258178744196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-pretty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/3117817258178744196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/3117817258178744196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-pretty.html' title='so pretty'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i26.tinypic.com/b5frf5_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-4288210596148004453</id><published>2009-08-18T12:28:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T17:02:17.172+01:00</updated><title type='text'>eeeeeeEe</title><content type='html'>somedays i'm all about triple blogging, or more.&lt;br /&gt;generally those are the days that i'm by myself in my house &amp;amp; i have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.tinypic.com/4j0v2c.jpg" align="left" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elephants, eggs, eagles, easter, excitement, electricity, elitism, elections, elevators, eskimo pie ice cream, ears, elfs, earmuffs, eevee, electabuzz, espeon, elekid &amp; entei easels, emperor penguins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i came to write this blog, &amp;amp; i got my notepad &amp;amp; i realized i had nothing to talk/write about. that sounds stupid, let me redeem myself: i have alot of random thoughs pop into my head everyday, like everyone else, but when i begin to think about one specific thing, i don't stop. so for my other alphabet blogs, i've got tons of ideas for what to talk about in my notepad. but this one's a 'cowboy', so i'll apologize now for the possible reckless nature of this blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E-MAILS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/2ewif7p.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love receiving e-mails, truthfully, who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;every single day since november when i got my ipod touch &amp;amp; i has the e-mail app (when my obsession began) the first thing i do every morning is check my e-mails, i actually look forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, whenever i see the little envelope (e-mail button) on my google toolbar open up, my little face lights up!&lt;br /&gt;horoscopes, e-mails saying i have comments/friend requests, the hallowed e-mails from twitter telling me i have new followers &amp;amp; the dreaded junk mail.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; even the rare e-mails from actual people!&lt;br /&gt;i always get so excited by those ones haha, no one ever really e-mails me. i have an account on pretty much every single social networking site, so no need.&lt;br /&gt;last summer i remember i'd go on my computer &amp;amp; e-mail my dad at work &amp;amp; i'd get so excited when i got an e-mail back.&lt;br /&gt;it's kind of funny how much e-mail &amp;amp; the phrase 'you've got mail' now only really applies to electronic mail, not paper.&lt;br /&gt;if i ever have a letter &amp;amp; my mum or someone goes 'rachael, you have mail' i'll be like '! why were you on my e-mail account?!' &amp;amp; the look of smugness over their face when they wave the envelope in my face &amp;amp; all i can do is cower in my corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i guess it's the 2000's. paper mail was so 20th century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-4288210596148004453?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/4288210596148004453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/eeeeeeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/4288210596148004453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/4288210596148004453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/eeeeeeee.html' title='eeeeeeEe'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i32.tinypic.com/4j0v2c_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-3657964810788789432</id><published>2009-08-18T12:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T12:27:52.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'>invisibility cloak</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.tinypic.com/14scvfc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;legit.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-3657964810788789432?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3657964810788789432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/invisibility-cloak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/3657964810788789432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/3657964810788789432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/invisibility-cloak.html' title='invisibility cloak'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i27.tinypic.com/14scvfc_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-2771631935845950109</id><published>2009-08-18T11:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T12:07:17.399+01:00</updated><title type='text'>london!</title><content type='html'>i totally forget to tell you about it!&lt;br /&gt;but to be frank, it wasn't anything that can't be summed up in bullet points, so here: my trip to london, the 2 minute edition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 hour train journey (both times) &amp;amp; watching old dvd's that i'd forgotten about&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spluring at oxford street&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to the ripleys museum!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing the statue people at trafalga square &amp;amp; having no idea what they were doing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me &amp;amp; my brother silently laughing at american tourists behind us&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing gringrotts &amp;amp; the school daniel radcliffe went to. before he was rich &lt;/UNFUNNY joke&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going on the bus tours twice &amp;amp; the first time it was awful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going under &amp;amp; over several bridges &amp;amp; not being totally scared witless&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;keeping conversations in public to a minimum to avoid what i said to be tweeted by @i_heard. thats really a reflection of the time we live in&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;at euston going back to glasgow, once the platform number was announced, everyone from glasgow sprinted to the train to try &amp;amp; get a table seat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the toilet in the hotel room smelling like mcdonalds, &amp;amp; the room had wifi!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;i took aaalot of pictures too, but they're on my photobucket account instead, which i'll post the link to somewhere. it's mainly pictures from the ripleys museum, but whatever, i enjoyed myself. but this was one of my favourites, it was our view from the hotel room. to be honest, the picture does no justice to how pretty it was at the time, but oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.tinypic.com/1060ryg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s849.photobucket.com/albums/ab59/wawastingpaper/"&gt;http://s849.photobucket.com/albums/ab59/wawastingpaper/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-2771631935845950109?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/2771631935845950109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/london.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/2771631935845950109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/2771631935845950109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/london.html' title='london!'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i26.tinypic.com/1060ryg_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-3966635540353638349</id><published>2009-08-17T12:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T17:01:07.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'>dddddddddd</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i25.tinypic.com/104f6l4.jpg" align="left" /&gt; is for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dallas, ducks, dior, diaries, destinys child (the shame.. i guess it's better than dido), dogs, dasiy chains, diablo cody, domokun, daffy &amp; donald duck, dolce &amp; gabbana, dolphins, dinosaurs, debit cards, david arquetta, dracula, daniel baldwin and doughnuts (krispy kreme variety).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;today, the lucky 'thing i will blog about beginning with the letter d' is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/2vuzm3d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DISNEY LAND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;ever since i went to disney land paris when i was about 2 or 3 after my little brother was born (i was a jealous toddler, disney land was the compensation to the few months &amp;amp; coming years of neglect) i have loved it with an absolute passion, although i keep that to a minimum in public&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can still vividly remember standing in "sleeping beauty's castle" &amp;amp; seeing the spinning wheel, you know, the one that she touches on her 16th birthday or something (i think? my memory of disney princess details are scarce) and being absolutely petrified. then i was in a street dance with esmerelda &amp;amp; other gypsy's from 'the hunchback of notre dame' on the main street in the magic kingdom (and only kingdom at that point, i think. it was the 90's &amp;amp; extravagance was unexistent then)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 2006 my family &amp;amp; i went to disney land orlando, which was amazing. although, it didn't begin like that...&lt;br /&gt;as i'm sure you're aware, i use to live in dallas. but when i was 10 or 11, we moved back to scotland, where i am originally from (moved to dallas when i was 4 or 5. complicated, huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we still had visa/green card's from america stating that we were still residents, but we hadn't been there/my parents hadn't been working there for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so before we landed, we signed those forms when you go to america saying if you are a resident/visitng &amp;amp; my mother &amp;amp; father knowing everything signed the vistor ones, disregarding the excellent point i made. WE HAVE GREEN CARDS, ALA WE ARE RESIDENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, a long story short, we got taken to a room with people who had forgotten their passports, had green cards taken off of them, etc. and thats what happened to us, we were revoked of our american residentiality. because my parents are soo smart.&lt;br /&gt;AND the bus which was going to take us to disneyland left without us, so we had to hire a car and drive there, which was probably an advantage but whatever. at the time, saying i was annoyed &amp;amp; grumpy were gross understatements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we drove (well, my dad drove) to disneyland, missing the cut off several times, due to the heat &amp;amp; fatigue, we ended up at the resaturant/gallery thing for the sports resort &amp;amp; had to start all over again. we eventually found the hotel. at about 10 PM. (we left the airport around 6ish)&lt;br /&gt;it took for-fucking-ever to sign in &amp;amp; then we had the most rushed "dinner" ever, found our room (heaving our cases up the awkwardly steep stairs) &amp;amp; crashed.&lt;br /&gt;that first day was not, however, a reflection of the fortnight to come, and before we knew it, it was time to leave &amp;amp; by the end i had made something sure in my mind. BEST. VACATION. EVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-3966635540353638349?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3966635540353638349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/dddddddddd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/3966635540353638349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/3966635540353638349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/dddddddddd.html' title='dddddddddd'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i25.tinypic.com/104f6l4_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-6921003087795890758</id><published>2009-08-17T12:26:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T17:10:37.529+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ST PETER THE APOSTLE</title><content type='html'>what a load of sssh.. sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you didn't know, i use to go to a school called st columbas, but because it was like 60 years old &amp;amp; falling apart &lt;/understatement&gt;the council built a new school called st peter blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;but if it was just our school going into the new one, that'd be cool. but it's another school in clydebank, ie, an amalgamation in a "super school"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.tinypic.com/sxztwz.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be fair, the school does look pretty impressive, &amp;amp; i am aware that drawing is an "artist impressions" but trust me, the school looks as good as that. i'll get an actual picture of said school as &amp;amp; when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, social struggles &amp;amp; adaptations + purple uniforms (did i mention the uniforms are purple?) + highers = 1 of 2 possibilities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the school will be a massive success, everyone will mix &amp;amp; get along with one another, the uniforms won't be such an eye sore after we've wore them for a while, &amp;amp; i'll pass all my classes &amp;amp; get A's for my highers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or 2. (the most realistic to me, at this moment) the school will be a failure, people from the 2 schools will stick to each like glue at st peters, the uniforms will still look just as horrible a year on &amp;amp; i'll fail all my classes. basically the total opposite of the first possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but either way, i've actually had fun finding new school things. i love stationary more than you'll ever know, so i got pukka pads &amp;amp; binders &amp;amp; loads of pens &amp;amp; a planner &amp;amp; a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;the uniform clothes i've gotten aren't half bad either, just the cardigan &amp;amp; the jumper that the school gave us, and the only cardigan/jumper we're allowed to wear whilst in the school.&lt;br /&gt;but the skirts, shirts, pinford &amp;amp; dress trousers i've gotten are nice, so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;possible the cherry on the whole "why i hate st peters" argument is that my little brother is beginning that school aswell. i'll be in 5th year &amp;amp; he'll be in 1st year. super&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i promise the other blogs i post after this one will be mildly interesting!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-6921003087795890758?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/6921003087795890758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/st-peter-apostle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/6921003087795890758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/6921003087795890758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/st-peter-apostle.html' title='ST PETER THE APOSTLE'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i28.tinypic.com/sxztwz_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-3960077899306806112</id><published>2009-08-01T16:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T16:49:38.452+01:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously</title><content type='html'>that last blog was garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; some days i'm all about double, triple, quadruple blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way; rabbits rabbits rabbits!&lt;br /&gt;i seem to be the only person who says that at the beginning of a month as good luck. the looks i get when i greet people like that are priceless, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, july wasn't exactly the "barbaque summer" as promised, seeing as daunting, black rain clouds hung overhead for days, weeks even, which pretty much stopped alot of stuff happening. i spent a good part of july inside, watching old dvds, reading, tweeting. but i had fun. i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seen harry potter (3 times in the opening week)! it pretty much lived up to the hype. but 3 things i didnt like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. dumbledores disappointing death, which was the most un-anti-climax death ever.&lt;br /&gt;2. the huge death eater fight at the end was cut. probably to save time but i'll still nit pick thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; 3. harry potter in 3D wasn't quite as grand as portrayed. the only things in 3D was an advert for another film, the opening scene with the dementors &amp;amp; the 'muggle bridge' being taken down &amp;amp; another part that i've forgotten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to london on the 3rd, so no doubt i'll come back &amp;amp; have one or two things to blog about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-3960077899306806112?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3960077899306806112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/seriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/3960077899306806112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/3960077899306806112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/seriously.html' title='seriously'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-9068978048399574002</id><published>2009-08-01T16:35:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T16:58:46.242+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CcCcCcCcC</title><content type='html'>don't judge becuase of the double post.&lt;br /&gt;i'm very very bored today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caramel, closer, chewits (the sweets), chewit the rabbit, cameron house, @chubbyafro, coca-cola, chanel, camping, candles, cursive (i just had a flashback to 4th grade when i got my cursive lisence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while on the school trip to poland, we went to the czech republic. it was soso pretty. prague is a lovely place. a little too caught up in sex though. me &amp;amp; my friends walked into a touristy shop, brimming with the usual touristy things. but amongs all that we found shirts with various positions for sex, a dice which determined said position, etc. and the people running the shop were very very touchy feely. but all in all it was a good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-9068978048399574002?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/9068978048399574002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/ccccccccc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/9068978048399574002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/9068978048399574002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/ccccccccc.html' title='CcCcCcCcC'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-8447365015115656391</id><published>2009-07-19T11:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:00:23.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BBBBBBB</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i27.tinypic.com/14iipsp.jpg" align="'LEFT" /&gt;baking, bumble bees, benchwarmers, bicycles, bowling, 'bed head' hair products, boys, bacardi, baked potatoes, back to the future, bunnies, bubble baths, bobbles, beer hats, blowing bubbles, bangles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLOGGING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the good ol' days when i first became aware of "bloggers", &amp;amp; i would follow mememollys blog like a god (sometimes i still read it &lt;/secret&gt;), i'd sometimes look at paperlillies but she never really spoke about things that were interesting to me. the odd occasion i'd indulge in the online life of disneykid1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i moved on to more popular bloggers, perez hilton being a prime example.&lt;br /&gt;but there's only so much bitching, name calling &amp;amp; general 'not niceness' one girl can take (and you'd assume being a girl i'd be able to stand alot of bitching)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was stuck between a rock &amp;amp; a hard place. no blogs interested me, but i still wanted to follow some. luckily, i now live in what is probably most commonly referred to as 'the internet generation'&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i found on twitter there were people like me. who blog occasionally, wished they blogged more, but seem to have hit a 'wall', ie, writers block. since i had no blogs to call upon for inspiration, couldn't think of anything substantial to blog about. but twitter gave me a wonderful oppertunity to find blogs that i like. from scandal &amp;amp; gossip, to real life trials &amp;amp; tribulations, it seems i'd found a nice balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll read these blogs now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chubbyafro.com/"&gt;http://www.chubbyafro.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hitdanback.com/"&gt;http://www.hitdanback.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peterjmanis.com/"&gt;http://www.peterjmanis.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ubikuberalles.com/"&gt;http://ubikuberalles.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whatthebuck.com/"&gt;http://whatthebuck.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fiberbabble.com/"&gt;http://fiberbabble.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ayebloodyright.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ayebloodyright.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nabbr.com/"&gt;http://nabbr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://omidnoagena.com/blog/"&gt;http://omidnoagena.com/blog/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i find more blogs that i like i'll add them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i also like to laugh at some of the ludicrious texts picked up by &lt;a href="http://textsfromlastnight.com/"&gt;http://textsfromlastnight.com/&lt;/a&gt; (i know thats not a blog but whatever)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-8447365015115656391?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/8447365015115656391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/bbbbbbb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-7733591251758080479</id><published>2009-07-12T21:24:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T16:57:44.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAAA</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i26.tinypic.com/w7of0i.jpg" /&gt; so instead of blogging about how nostalgic i am, or how tired &amp;amp; miserable i am, i'm going to do this; a blog from a-z. lets begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apples, the apple company, avenue q, american pie, angus thongs &amp;amp; perfect snogging, aviators, alien, anniversaries, air freshener, ampersand, ardvarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was laying in my bed last night, trying to think of something to write about with the letter a. &amp;amp; i settled on atheism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hadn't always been atheist. i come from a catholic family, so for like 13 years i lousily got forced to go to church. and since i now go to a catholic high school, it was mandatory to attend the special masses, whenever they were held. luckily my school are respectful of people who don't believe in god &amp;amp; they don't seem to have a problem with the non-believers silently being respectful. i don't know if it was more so out of laziness than a firm non-believing, but either way i stopped going to mass. in re (which was also mandatory) we learned about christianity, atheism, etc. which made me all the more sure i didn't believe in any of that. in fact, i would sometimes find myself getting annoyed at people who were devout catholics, insisting that they only have a faith, religion, whatever because they need some sort of "force", "supreme being" to blame things on. the death of a love one, for example, would be blamed on god. all the bad things that happen in their life were pinned soley on them. the good things were down to sheer luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as you probably know, i went on a trip to poland. while we were travelling from one hotel to another, we visited the shrine of the black madonna, &amp;amp; we got to go to the top of this massive, beautiful church &amp;amp; look at the stations of the cross. now, before then, all the pictures i had seen of jesus carrying the cross had been angelic &amp;amp; holy, and jesus was happy to do it &amp;amp; smiling. these pictures were grusome &amp;amp; awful. it showed jesus struggling, bleeding, crying. for the first time i didn't see him as some imaginary, saint-like being, who never got anything wrong. i seen him as a person, with emotions &amp;amp; feelings. a person in an incredible amount of pain, who was dying to save us. it was overwhelming &amp;amp; i began to cry. at that point i began to question my atheism, &amp;amp; if i'm actually agnostic. i doubt highly that i am catholic, but agnostic is a possibility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-7733591251758080479?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7733591251758080479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/aaaaaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/7733591251758080479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/7733591251758080479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/aaaaaaa.html' title='AAAAAAA'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i26.tinypic.com/w7of0i_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-5959856161634623788</id><published>2009-07-11T22:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:19:13.415+01:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i28.tinypic.com/20utq8i.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was pretty much the main road of the town we stayed in, karpacz. there's a live webcam feed of the town but i forget the link to it. it was so surreal there, it was like a toy town. some sort of dream. it was so lovely &amp;amp; quaint, a world away from what i consider normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/2hoi4h3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to czech republic one day &amp;amp; visited a castle. i have no idea what it was called, or where it was, but what i do know is that we were able to walk to prague from that castle, so it couldn't have been too far, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.tinypic.com/6fv5mb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the view from the cable carts/ski lift thing &amp;amp; one of them conveniently in the middle of the picture. you could see for miles around &amp;amp; it was stunning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.tinypic.com/4jxquq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for the poor quality. the lighting in there wasn't the best, but this picture was the best quality out of all of them. all of those pictures made me feel overwhelmingly... i don't know, greatful in a way, of jesus, which made me think i may be agnostic? i don't know though. but as we worked our way around all the stations of the cross, i began to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.tinypic.com/200wu38.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we visited a world war 2 museum &amp;amp; that plane was an actual ww2 plane used by the polish. i took loads of pictures in there, but the lighting (once again) wasn't up to par. however, this picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.tinypic.com/15h2636.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made the biggest impact in the whole museum, for me. it's self-explanatory. i'd never really thought about ww2 from a non-british stance. the polish had it rough. there was pictures of the destruction ww2 done in warsaw, but not the best quality. that museum had graves for soilders aswell, weapons, etc. it was interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.tinypic.com/voan9h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the square of where we were in warsaw (i don't know if this was the main square of warsaw, i'm assuming it isn't, but this is where we went shopping). it was lovely that day, as you can tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has been such a boring blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-5959856161634623788?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/5959856161634623788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/5959856161634623788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/5959856161634623788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/pictures.html' title='pictures'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i28.tinypic.com/20utq8i_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-5953311869423789624</id><published>2009-07-11T22:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:56:16.137+01:00</updated><title type='text'>poland 09</title><content type='html'>i know i've not properly spoke about poland yet, so i will now. not like a diary, just giving some memories. hopefully in order of what day they happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing travel guess who in the airport, texting scotts house calling him everything under the sun, waiting in the airport for hours waiting for our coach, taking at least 3 hours to travel 12 miles away from warsaw airport, putting scotland flags up at the back of the bus &amp;amp; waving to all the polish people in the streets/in their cars &amp;amp; the first time we waved to polish people they just gave us the finger, swore at the bus &amp;amp; started to chase it, running over this big polish motor way a hundred times to get to mcdonalds &amp;amp; when niamh dropped her purse on the road &amp;amp; it got ran over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not getting to our hotel until 4 in the morning, getting little to no sleep, me &amp;amp; niamhs horror at the warm milk, going on a trek down to the bottom of karpacz with maria &amp;amp; patricia so she could buy loads of postcards, buying a beer hat then everyone after that buying beer hats &amp;amp; insisting they began that 'trend', going on the tobboggan slide for the first time &amp;amp; me and maria kept slamming in to the guy infront of us, causing him to get out &amp;amp; swear at us in polish, when fraser fainted &amp;amp; got rushed to hospital, niamh locking me, emma, natasha &amp;amp; maria in a room &amp;amp; throwing the keys on a ledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to the corpis christi mass &amp;amp; actually being frightened at how serious they took all of it, having davids 'huger strike' ruin us buying fizzy juice, but buying it anyways, wandering around germany trying to find people who spoke english, but giving up &amp;amp; following the boys,  meeting carolo the pizza guy &amp;amp; he took me round to the other side of the counter &amp;amp; started taking pictures of me on his mobile phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't actually remember much more, but they were pretty much the main ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's the "i forget/i don't get it" jokes about me, thanks to chaz, fraser &amp;amp; brian, when chaz threw a log at me &amp;amp; i stood yelling at him for like 10 minutes, going to the shrine of the black madonna &amp;amp; i began to cry at some of the pictures of jesus &amp;amp; the stations of the cross (which i'll post in a seperate blog), going on the ski lift with niamh, rebecca, chelsea, kirsty &amp;amp; erin, and waving to people going down, &amp;amp; when that didn't work we pretended to be animals &amp;amp; that got their attention, when i broke my bed in the 2nd hotel, seeing that guy in warsaw with a weird kkk hat on &amp;amp; a mask, and all of us being petrified, going on the other ski lift that was just 1 seat that kept moving &amp;amp; waving to every single person going down, &amp;amp; when we got to the top me &amp;amp; niamh felt ill so we fell asleep on a mountain top, when me &amp;amp; emma got what we thought to be chocolate sundaes, but were cherry sundaes, &amp;amp; making new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roll on poland 2010&lt;div 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09'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-5303240534464216192</id><published>2009-07-11T00:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:47:26.031+01:00</updated><title type='text'>harry potter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;and the half blood prince comes out on wednesday :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.tinypic.com/bgz5ap.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; i'm hopefully seeing it on friday&lt;br /&gt;but definately next monday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i've started to read the 7th harry potter book again (i stopped half way through, so i must be the only person to not know who dies at the end. don't tell me!) &amp;amp; i'd already read this part before, but at the beginning when hagrid is flying harry to tonk's parents house &amp;amp; they get surrounded by death eaters &amp;amp; hedwig dies, i shed a tear. is that sad? yeah it's sad...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so excited about the half blood prince coming out! when i was a mere slip of a lass, i use to get dressed up as a wizard to see the films &amp;amp; the launch dates for the books. it's not socially accepted when you're older though, so i stopped. but whenever i hear the music for harry potter, the 8 i year old inside me starts to scream &amp;amp; get all excited.&lt;br /&gt;i really miss getting excited over stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;now, it takes a hell of a lot to make me even pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember on my 10th birthday i was upset that i didn't get a letter from professor oak inviting me down to his lab for a pikachu of my own (i was such a cool kid), but when i found out that i wasn't going to hogwarts on my 11th birthday because i got no letter inviting me there, i was devestated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, did you know that jamie waylett (who plays vincent crabbe in harry potter) got charged with growing cannabis plants?annd rupert grint (ron weasly) had swine flu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and oh my gosh! i hadn't realised how different daniel radcliffe looks now! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.tinypic.com/ng606q.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at him, all bright eyed &amp;amp; bushy tailed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.tinypic.com/2iw3xqg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it wrong to say he's kinda hot now?&lt;br /&gt;i feel like he's still just a 11 year old &amp;amp; i'm only 8&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;they grow up so darn fast...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-5303240534464216192?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i27.tinypic.com/bgz5ap_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-6036597072613088626</id><published>2009-07-11T00:09:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:34:47.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>june</title><content type='html'>june has been such a hectic month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished all my final exams, which was a huge relief.&lt;br /&gt;results come on august 5th, so wish me good luck!&lt;br /&gt;on the 9th of june i went to poland with my school, &amp;amp; i had so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;all the people that went made it amazing.&lt;br /&gt;i'd been so apprehensive about going, but in the end it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;got back the 18th, &amp;amp; ever since i've just been sort of hanging around pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;our school shut down though, &amp;amp; is being replaced by a shiny new one.&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss st columbas like fuck.&lt;br /&gt;seen the hangover twice, &amp;amp; i now want to marry a man who looks just like bradley cooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of july should be good aswell, slow start but whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-6036597072613088626?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/6036597072613088626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/june.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/6036597072613088626'/><link 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everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;michael jackson in the news, michael jackson on myspace, michael jackson on twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know he was a huge influence on the music industry, but c'mon.&lt;br /&gt;enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;his memorial service was days ago, the media needs to stop informing us of things that happened days ago.&lt;br /&gt;its like being up to date isn't an option anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the media are being verrry hypocritical with the entire way they went about reporting his death.&lt;br /&gt;he was slandered completely over alligations of things he may or may not have done, but he is now being hailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people say to me "why are you sad michael jackson died? he was a pedo"&lt;br /&gt;maybe so (personally, i don't think he is), but that is secondary to what he will be remembered for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there, i've said my peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-4928324773019517156</id><published>2009-05-25T23:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:44:18.308+01:00</updated><title type='text'>is it weird that</title><content type='html'>i don't mind people i don't know reading my blog but i hate it when someone i know reads it?&lt;br /&gt;cause they tease me about it haha :(&lt;br /&gt;anyways, that was a rhetorical question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw: if you haven't seen the hannah montanna movie i'd highly reccommened it.&lt;br /&gt;it reduced me to tears. twice, haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only my biology exam left then im done with them!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-8284142807798720646</id><published>2009-05-20T00:46:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T01:02:42.617+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>so if you know anything about scotland, you'll know that like, 0.001% of us actually meet the sterotyical scottish criteria, such as having orange hair, wearing a kilt, constantly drinking/drunk, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last example, however, catogorizes a type of people we call "NEDS": Non-Educated Dilinquients. it's hard to explain what they are really.. they are just a general annoyance. look them up if you want to know more&lt;br /&gt;about them..&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i was on bebo, and i found this boys bebo who use to go to be in my registrstion class at school but got expelled (he's a prime example of a ned; usually drunk/stoned, part of a gang (fleeto.. don't ask..) swears in every other sentence, need i go on?&lt;br /&gt;anyways, his girlfriend is my age aswell, and she has a child..&lt;br /&gt;a child whom she basically uses as a prop in her never ending photo albums.&lt;br /&gt;she poses with the poor thing...&lt;br /&gt;now, seeing this poor child being treated in this way really tugged on my heart strings, it's just a baby. to be blunt, it will have an awful upbringing, encouraged to binge drink and being laughed at and ridiculed if she does well at school, i'd assume...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me old fashioned, but i believe that a baby is a symbol of love between 2 people, not the result of drunken sex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's such a shame because she is a truly is a beautiful baby...&lt;br /&gt;i want to take her and just hold her close... i really feel for the poor thing...&lt;div 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title='...'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-1325025180660790531</id><published>2009-05-17T21:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:52:22.445+01:00</updated><title type='text'>double blog ;)</title><content type='html'>so yeah, i got tagged to do this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW DO YOU SEE THE WORLD?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(isnt that a killers song?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i see the world as a ruthless place, where having vast amounts of money and material possesions will make you superficially content. a place that is in social and economical termoil, and it makes me wonder "how will the human race survive?"&lt;br /&gt;i mean, obviously the world hasn't always been in economic harmony, and the current recession is the first time we have had to cut back on luxuries.&lt;br /&gt;but it's the first time i've been effected (affected?) by this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the world is always a very selfish place. you could be the nicest person ever, with a big, warm heart, but if you live on the streets, or have little money and little things, no one will care about you. it's all about $$$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is also very unfair. i'm lucky that i've had a really.. unusual childhood (i was born in scotland, and we lived here until i was 4/5, then we moved to dallas, texas where i lived until i was 11 [i think] and then we moved back to scotland again).&lt;br /&gt;where i lived in dallas was a toy town, to say the least. all the gardens were a brilliant shade of dark green, lawns were kept immaculate, houses were always clean and tidy, etc.&lt;br /&gt;it was like a real life version of stepford wives, and it was as if all my neighbours were competing with each other in every aspect of their lives, eg, which home had a pool, who had the best christmas decerations, who had a bigger home, who had a better car, who earns the most money, etc. it was just ridiculious, but as i said before, if you made a large amount of money, had several luxury items, etc. then you were "liked". being a nice person just wasn't enough for those people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, yeah thats me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to recap:&lt;br /&gt;the world is ruthless, selfish and unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the world can also be a wonderful place, if you have the right friends, and a good balance between becoming obsessed with your bank book, and being a lovely person.&lt;br /&gt;some of the sights that can be seen on our planet are just amazing, to say the least..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, thats me now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-1325025180660790531?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1325025180660790531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/05/double-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/1325025180660790531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/1325025180660790531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/05/double-blog.html' title='double blog ;)'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-6581816097340619497</id><published>2009-05-17T19:00:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:13:45.708+01:00</updated><title type='text'>man</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/fasjll.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;whenever i see a picture of planet earth, or i'm watching a programme to do with space, the universe, etc. i always get really upset...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was younger, i was completely self-absorbed, and self-centered, and believed that the world revolved around me, and without me there would be no purpose for anything. obvioulsy everyone was like that when they were a child, but being like that, and believing that everyone is looking out for you, everyone is your friend, everyone and everything is hear for your own purpose, it was reassuring and comforting. it made you feel wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i'm older, obviously i have discovered this is not the case. not at all.&lt;br /&gt;with or without you, the world will continue to spin, and life will go on.&lt;br /&gt;people will get over you, and the impact you made on their lives. (unless it was like, huge, and you were their only friend or family or something, but stop poking holes in my point...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;in the scale of it all, i'm tiny and insignificant. my existance isn't special, or unique&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;seeing that my parents won't be their to hold my hand in the big, wide world is really daunting, and it scares me, to be honest. i want to back to the days where everything as all about me, everything was dropped for me, all their time and effort was spent on me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm coming off very arrogant and egotistical, but that's how i feel about this.&lt;br /&gt;thats not how i am though, if you get me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm in a bad mood....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: have you ever noticed that like, 99% of all pictures of the earth are taken with north america at the front and being the only continent showing? hmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/fasjll_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-4472931711394216496</id><published>2009-05-14T14:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:34:26.607+01:00</updated><title type='text'>argh</title><content type='html'>had an awful day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i woke up really early, and went to bed really late, so i was totally exhausted during my french final..&lt;br /&gt;did i mention i had a french final?&lt;br /&gt;yes, i did. it was really hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, one of my friends moaned at me and wants me to stop speaking to this boy that i've been talking to via IM and he's lovely.. so no, i won't be listening to you on that on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thirdly, i picked up the wrong phone at the end of my exam and i had to hand in the other one..&lt;br /&gt;but apparently my school called my house and said that it's been handed in, so thats good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the plus size, the weather has been nice today. not the clear skies i love, but it's quite warn, so that's good..&lt;br /&gt;i'll be on twitter tonight ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-4472931711394216496?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/4472931711394216496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/05/argh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/4472931711394216496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/4472931711394216496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/05/argh.html' title='argh'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-2562668022383403396</id><published>2009-05-13T17:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:44:38.514+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i love days like this</title><content type='html'>when mother nature gives us clear skies, the sun splitting the trees, and a summery breeze &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/k03j2g.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/uai5t.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-2562668022383403396?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/2562668022383403396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-days-like-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/2562668022383403396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/2562668022383403396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-days-like-this.html' title='i love days like this'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/k03j2g_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-7886748792595551187</id><published>2009-05-12T12:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T12:32:54.694+01:00</updated><title type='text'>haha</title><content type='html'>hiya?&lt;br /&gt;im coming back to you, i promise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've sat 4/8 of my finals: admin, english, chemistry and music&lt;br /&gt;it feels great that i will never have to go to chemistry again and sit through another mind numbing class of my teacher struggling to hold our attention while we would all rather gorge our eyes out..&lt;br /&gt;and music, don't even start me on how much ALL the music teachers are out to get me, serioulsy, i said one word to myself in the exam and the dumb tall one was all "ZOMG NO TALKING, YEW MITE BE CHEETIN! YEW MITE HAVE YUR PAPUR CANCELLED!"&lt;br /&gt;whatever, her bark is much worse than her bark..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it feels weird, because i'll be doing highers now...&lt;br /&gt;haha i'm just very hormonal, etc. at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams left to sit are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;french, on the 14th&lt;br /&gt;maths, on the 21st&lt;br /&gt;modern studies, on the 25th which is a bank holiday here, unfair? i know...&lt;br /&gt;biology, on the 28th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then study leave ends on june the 8th, and then i'm off to poland for about a week and a half with the school, it should be good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i got a twitter, doesn't everyone now a days?&lt;br /&gt;so much social networking, so little time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.twitter.com/wastingpaper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-7886748792595551187?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-7709741982188447088</id><published>2009-05-02T13:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:51:04.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i've not blogged in over 3 months</title><content type='html'>and i apologize for that, things have been very chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm here now, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in scotland, we go to high school for 6 years, so that's like from 11 years old to 17 or 18 years old.&lt;br /&gt;the first 2 years serve as an 'induction, if you will.&lt;br /&gt;after that, you choose which subjects you want to continue doing, and you do them for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am at the end of my fourth year, all that is left are my end of year exams, which determine what classes i will be in for the next 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sitting these looming exams (which are on all of may, might i add), we choose our higher classes. there is an overwhelming pressure to get into higher classes, as our grade in higher classes are the results which get sent to universities and colleges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, under normal circumstances i wouldn't be so bothered about sitting my 8 exams, but my school is joining with the other school in my town to form a "magnet" school.&lt;br /&gt;to be fair, the new school looks good.&lt;br /&gt;but i have concerns and anxieties which are deeper than superficial worries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example, the majority of people at the other high school are very clever, so will most likely take up all higher class places, leavin pupils at my school to be disregarded and thrown aside.&lt;br /&gt;also, i don't know many people at the other school, so perhaps, socially, it may be like my first year at high school again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am very aprehensive about the amalgamation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will miss my current school, even though it is in need of being knocked down.&lt;br /&gt;it is a gross injustice how long my school has been left without a simple bit of paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/3exee.jpg"&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. you've seen better, haven't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will miss all my memories from the past 4 years, and i will be very upset to see my school being replaced by a fucking magnet school.&lt;br /&gt;life blows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-7709741982188447088?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7709741982188447088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-6019199613374995946</id><published>2009-02-18T21:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:08:06.711Z</updated><title type='text'>god..</title><content type='html'>how have i survived the past year without long weekends?&lt;br /&gt;going back to school today was torture haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday the thirteenth, my friends came over to my house for a sleepover and we sat up until late moaning about valentines day; amongst other things..&lt;br /&gt;i went to the movies with lauren on valentines day and we seen 'he's just not that into you'. i'd heard so much good things about it that the first time we seen it, it was really good.&lt;br /&gt;so good we went to see it twice ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i've still got an english essay to redraft, biology homework, and a modern studies past paper and it's already ten past ten and i'm so tired :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you and leave youuu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-6019199613374995946?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/6019199613374995946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/02/god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/6019199613374995946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/6019199613374995946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/02/god.html' title='god..'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-3909539038106556242</id><published>2009-02-11T20:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:54:19.296Z</updated><title type='text'>whoops</title><content type='html'>i said i'd start blogging, but there's always something on the tv, or homework to do, or some shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the exams are actually kind of close, but all the teachers are making such a big deal about it that I feel inclined to just spite them all and not study or anything.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really happy with my english folio, all the pieces are A's, and i'm just so fucking pleased with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i've turned vegetarian again ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-3909539038106556242?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3909539038106556242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/02/whoops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/3909539038106556242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/3909539038106556242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/02/whoops.html' title='whoops'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-7161833024445385197</id><published>2009-01-24T09:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:09:56.955Z</updated><title type='text'>rain rain go away</title><content type='html'>so if you haven't guessed where I live by now, guess..&lt;br /&gt;that's right, scotland.&lt;br /&gt;and from all the sterotypical tv shows you've seen about scotland, what's always happeing, weather wise?&lt;br /&gt;right again, it rains. alot.&lt;br /&gt;it's particularly worse now, as it's the middle if winter here, so it's something I just have to get use to I guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry I just felt about moaning about the rain haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-7161833024445385197?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7161833024445385197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/01/rain-rain-go-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/7161833024445385197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/7161833024445385197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/01/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='rain rain go away'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-266099777020056196</id><published>2009-01-15T23:24:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:36:08.502Z</updated><title type='text'>currently listening to 'campfire kansas' by the get up kids</title><content type='html'>so all christmas holidays i swore that i'd find a really good scottish love poem for the poland trip in june, but i need it for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'd always put it off and put it off, but i finally done it, cause apparently everyone else has there poem, song, etc apart from me.&lt;br /&gt;but i have it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was suprisingly more difficult than i'd anticipated, but then it hit me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're doing this presentation thingy to educate and inform the kids at the polish school, so why not read out some robert burns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've got the words to "my luve" so im all set now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, I had to rebuy kingdom hearts II as i lost my original copy, and the game came today, and i've more or less kept to myself all afternoon playing kingdom hearts 2 being all nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niamhs party is on saturday, woo!&lt;br /&gt;january is such a bleak time, it's good having even the most insignificant event to look forward too.&lt;br /&gt;but it's even more fun looking forward to a party, let alone one of niamhs party! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-266099777020056196?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-1510068739858329352</id><published>2009-01-14T14:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:52:24.471Z</updated><title type='text'>shit</title><content type='html'>i ordered a new pair of jeans off this website ebtm.com, but i later realized that they are closing down due to admin.&lt;br /&gt;so i've more or less wasted my money on a pair of jeans that i'll never get.&lt;br /&gt;i really badly needed them for saturday...&lt;br /&gt;fuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-1510068739858329352?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1510068739858329352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/01/shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/1510068739858329352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/1510068739858329352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/01/shit.html' title='shit'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-8784825332329888067</id><published>2009-01-13T19:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:43:41.093Z</updated><title type='text'>i love</title><content type='html'>this boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2e2p3ep.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/28vfy4g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear, let me go on &lt;strong&gt;one &lt;/strong&gt;date with aaron johnson, and i'll never ask for another thing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's such a cutie, look at him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's in angus, thongs &amp;amp; perfect snogging, and in the film the band Stiff Dylans feature, and at one point they play "Ever fallen in love", and ooh la la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lead singer isn't bad. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the film robbie (aaron) plays bass in stiff dylans, and i was gutted he's not in the band, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i'll still have him, rockstar or not. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT// anyone whos seen angus, thongs and perfect snogging:&lt;br /&gt;dave the laugh is adorable aswell :)&lt;br /&gt;i like, cried at the part when he walked georgia home and called her "gorgeous" and i was like, yelling at the screen "OMG SHE DOESNT LIKE YOU, SHES USING YOU!!!! *uncontrollable sobbing*"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-8784825332329888067?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/8784825332329888067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love.html#comment-form' title='13 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width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-8811406945008402870</id><published>2009-01-09T23:33:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:55:48.261Z</updated><title type='text'>the thrills</title><content type='html'>of recapturing your past are so exhilerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been totally caught up in school work, ETC. to even consider my weekly hour of nostaliga, so when I got back from school I pretty much stayed in my room, watching my favourite dvds from when I was 13 and laughing at pictures of me and my friends from summer and christmas, and yearbooks from elementary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im just kinda in my room, sighing, feeling nostalgic, ETC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've only been at school since wednesday to ease everyone into the new year, but im already waiting for summer with bated breath.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it'll fucking hurry up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had so much homework for the new school term, ive no idea how I even made time during christmas to finish it all up. and i've gotten homework for pretty much all my subjects so far this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously, i have been totally swamped for just 3 days and I barely coped, how will the rest of the school year be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-8811406945008402870?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/8811406945008402870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/01/thrills.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/8811406945008402870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/8811406945008402870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/01/thrills.html' title='the thrills'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-4296009682107469699</id><published>2009-01-06T23:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:03:41.551Z</updated><title type='text'>:|</title><content type='html'>schools going back tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;and I get to see my "ex" and find out how shit I done in prelims 8-)&lt;br /&gt;this'll be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-2237771534880003215</id><published>2009-01-06T01:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:57:11.766Z</updated><title type='text'>urghh</title><content type='html'>school goes back tomorrow and im totally not ready for getting back into a post-festive routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt weird yesterday/today(it feels like the fifth cause it's only ten to two AM)&lt;br /&gt;like, I didn't go out cause I got up too late plus had my mobile off all morning, so I just sort of, done fuck all.&lt;br /&gt;but I felt funny all day.&lt;br /&gt;not in an ill way, in a..weird way.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-7263413296238812144</id><published>2009-01-05T01:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-05T02:07:38.802Z</updated><title type='text'>i can't get comfortable</title><content type='html'>i've been lying in my bed for a good two hours, staring at the timetable on my ceiling, worrying about school.&lt;br /&gt;but it's weird, because i ususally never get nervous about school.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if it's possible anxiety because i'll be receiving my prelim results shortly..&lt;br /&gt;or if it's because i dated this guy for two days then broke up with him..&lt;br /&gt;or because schools just shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i've felt totally unhealthy come post-festive season, since i'm not eating proper meals, i'm almost always busy so i don't eat at a set place/time etc. so i'm halfway through a detox diet. nothing but cranberry juice, water and organic fruit + vegetables for 48 hours. i already feel less bloated, so i'm pretty pleased with the results so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-7263413296238812144?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7263413296238812144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cant-get-comfortable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/7263413296238812144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/7263413296238812144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cant-get-comfortable.html' title='i can&apos;t get comfortable'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-3562871830415528279</id><published>2008-12-31T02:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T02:18:38.580Z</updated><title type='text'>hard to believe</title><content type='html'>that this time in roughly twenty two hours, it'll be 2009.&lt;br /&gt;good fucking ridence that 2008 is pretty much over.&lt;br /&gt;even though I've met alot of amazing people, the begining of this year consisted of several hospital appointments and large quantities of medicine.&lt;br /&gt;but things picked up in juneish, and I haven't looked back since.&lt;br /&gt;I hope 2009 brings better memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, but I found out that one of my elderly neighbours has died.&lt;br /&gt;I was so shocked by that, whenever I seen her she portrayed herself as a strong, healthy character.&lt;br /&gt;it's bizarre imagining that she's gone.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I wasn't particulalrly close with her.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just in one if those reflective, nostalgic moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, tomorrow (technically, this evening. let's not split hairs) should be alot of fun :')&lt;br /&gt;my family is going to stay with another family that my parents know very very well, and I think two other families or so are coming too, and we always always always have a good time!&lt;br /&gt;we've kept that little tradition up for the past four years or so, it's a laugh going there. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, I'm so tired..&lt;br /&gt;I got my hair dyed brown today :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a biiigg change from red, it's weird.&lt;br /&gt;I can barely bring myself to glance at my own reflection in fear of getting a glimpse of my new hair.&lt;br /&gt;it'll grow on me though, but I suppose it'll have to..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-3562871830415528279?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3562871830415528279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/12/hard-to-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/3562871830415528279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/3562871830415528279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/12/hard-to-believe.html' title='hard to believe'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-1952988681250301386</id><published>2008-12-29T00:23:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T02:27:53.631Z</updated><title type='text'>I've not slept in 48 hours</title><content type='html'>omg, for christmas my friend josh got me 'guitar hero: world tour' and omg.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing :DDDD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played it all last night from about midnight, to ten AM;&lt;br /&gt;then I went out with lauren and jodie to see kyle and greg, it was a laugh, I had fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I got in like, half 7, played guitar hero for like, four/five hours and I'm just about to start playing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only came off for ten minutes to get a wristband, and to stretch my hand + fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, my hand must resemble a claw, it's excruciatingly painful to stretch my fingers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I'm off to ROCK OUUUTTTT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I need to get a little sleep, I'm going to a pantomime today in the afternoon, it looks quite funny, 'the wizard of never woz(was)'.&lt;br /&gt;haha, i think des mclean is possibly playing tin man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope he is :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: des mclean was the tin man !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-1952988681250301386?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1952988681250301386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-not-slept-in-48-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/1952988681250301386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/1952988681250301386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-not-slept-in-48-hours.html' title='I&apos;ve not slept in 48 hours'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-3044483210746438754</id><published>2008-12-26T01:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-26T01:42:59.511Z</updated><title type='text'>wow man.</title><content type='html'>I've not made a blog in the longest time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prelims have been over for about.. a fortnight, and it's been good to keep to a routine, more or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent alot of time with my friends this holiday period, something I'm very grateful for, as this time last year I just had my close knit family, no friends. and regardless of how much I love them all, it's good spending all my free moments in Glasgow with my bfffffflllllsssss ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, I've had a good christmas day, and tomorrow (technically today, whatever) I'm going to boxing day sales on my lonesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woolworths + zavvi closing down sales; one mans pain, another mans pleasure. it just turns out my pleasure will be fucking cheap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-3044483210746438754?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3044483210746438754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/3044483210746438754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/3044483210746438754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow-man.html' title='wow man.'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-3423494189449334471</id><published>2008-12-14T01:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-14T01:15:04.792Z</updated><title type='text'>oh..</title><content type='html'>half four tonight onwards was vvvv fun ;D&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I don't feel anything for him..&lt;br /&gt;oops?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-3423494189449334471?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3423494189449334471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/3423494189449334471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/3423494189449334471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh.html' title='oh..'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-3342536425683049667</id><published>2008-12-11T18:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:53:53.418Z</updated><title type='text'>:|</title><content type='html'>arghh, why does he always do this when I think we're just getting to know each other?&lt;br /&gt;hmphhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-3342536425683049667?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3342536425683049667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/3342536425683049667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/3342536425683049667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=':|'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-5512890524729097201</id><published>2008-12-10T17:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:57:21.230Z</updated><title type='text'>it's been a lonnnng daaay..</title><content type='html'>I was off school today for study, and I went to my friend pauls house for 9am;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got there, an hour late, we couldn't be bothered to study. So just sat watching cartoons all morning :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I met Lauren at half one, and we hung around for a while, then went back to hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. It's been a good day ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking exhausted though, and it's only 6pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-5512890524729097201?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/5512890524729097201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-been-lonnnng-daaay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/5512890524729097201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/5512890524729097201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-been-lonnnng-daaay.html' title='it&apos;s been a lonnnng daaay..'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-3216382244134645481</id><published>2008-12-09T13:51:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:55:32.528Z</updated><title type='text'>hahaha uhoh.</title><content type='html'>i had 2 admin prelims today, and they were totally easy.&lt;br /&gt;but afterwards, i had a free hour, and I got my math results.&lt;br /&gt;I got a 29% over all lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but maths is way too hard, so idc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free day tomorrow, anyone wanna hang out? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-3216382244134645481?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3216382244134645481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/12/hahaha-uhoh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/3216382244134645481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/3216382244134645481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/12/hahaha-uhoh.html' title='hahaha uhoh.'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-8606578600849928105</id><published>2008-12-08T10:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T10:02:34.027Z</updated><title type='text'>eeek</title><content type='html'>French prelim in an hour, I'm so nervous :|&lt;br /&gt;French is one of my worst subjects..&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck ;) &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-8606578600849928105?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/8606578600849928105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/12/eeek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/8606578600849928105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/8606578600849928105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/12/eeek.html' title='eeek'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-3260324224870589906</id><published>2008-12-07T16:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:17:15.634Z</updated><title type='text'>lmaothreepostsonedayomg.</title><content type='html'>Today's been a pretty lazy sunday.&lt;br /&gt;It brings back nostalgic memories from when I lived in McKinney, and my dad would take me and my little brother to Movies 14 every sunday, and we'd go into culvers after. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;Without fail; every Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still though, things are good now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-3260324224870589906?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-2903173032657257311</id><published>2008-12-07T15:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:15:10.907Z</updated><title type='text'>don't judge yo.</title><content type='html'>1. whats your name?&lt;br /&gt;Rachael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. do you ever lie about your age?&lt;br /&gt;Only to get into certain movies, and buy certain DVD's/games. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. do you prefer "sensitive boys" or "tough guys"?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of both is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. do you prefer blonde or brunette guys?&lt;br /&gt;Brunette. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. have you ever been in a serious realitionship?&lt;br /&gt;I'm in one right now.&lt;br /&gt;Well, as serious as a 15 + 16 year old can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. how many things in your past do you regret?&lt;br /&gt;Lots.&lt;br /&gt;But I've moved on, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. did you answer number six truthfully?&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;There was no number 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. do you have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;I do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;A journalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. have you ever kissed two people in one night?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. where do you shop to buy most of your clothes?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;H&amp;M prolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. who was the last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;Jamie :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. have you ever wanted someone but you knew you couldn't have them?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. have you ever felt like killing somebody?&lt;br /&gt;Who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. if you could change anything about your past, what would you change?&lt;br /&gt;I would have stayed in McKinney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. do you like your life?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. do you shop at hollister?&lt;br /&gt;Where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. has one of your friends ever stolen a boyfriend from you?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. has one of your friends ever stabbed you in the back?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. did you forgive them?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;No one did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. do you have friends that are girls or boys?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. how long have you had blogger?&lt;br /&gt;Ehh..&lt;br /&gt;4 months?&lt;br /&gt;IDK, not very long anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. have you ever skipped school?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. has anyone ever cheated on you?&lt;br /&gt;Once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. have you ever slapped a boy in the face?&lt;br /&gt;Haha yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. if so why?&lt;br /&gt;He cheated on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. what is one of your biggest fears of your life?&lt;br /&gt;Mmm..&lt;br /&gt;Being totally alone.&lt;br /&gt;Or being buried underground man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. have any of your friends ever passed away?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. have you ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. have you ever not been able to get someone out of your head?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. do you believe in the saying "once a player, always a player"?&lt;br /&gt;LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;I do now. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. are you a player?&lt;br /&gt;Nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. what kind of cell phone do you have?&lt;br /&gt;SE W910i :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. what is your screen name?&lt;br /&gt;On MSN?&lt;br /&gt;'Rachael'&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. so far, do you like this survey?&lt;br /&gt;It's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. have you ever had a good feeling about something and it turned out you were right?&lt;br /&gt;Once or twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. do you ever wish you were famous?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. do you ever wish you were a man?&lt;br /&gt;LMAO no.&lt;br /&gt;Although they do have an easier time with friends + getting ready..&lt;br /&gt;But nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. who tagged you to do this?&lt;br /&gt;Joshuah.&lt;br /&gt;I'll kill him.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like anyone?:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do they know it?:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Simple or complicated?:&lt;br /&gt;Simple, I'm dating him. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN - T H E - L A S T - M O N T H - H A V E - Y O U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Had sex:&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Bought something:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Gotten sick?:&lt;br /&gt;I've had a cold.&lt;br /&gt;But that's not really sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Been hugged?:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Felt stupid?: &lt;br /&gt;Yeah haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Talked to an ex: &lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Missed someone: &lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Failed a test: &lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Danced: &lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Gotten your hair cut?: &lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Lied: &lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U N I Q U E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Nervous habits?:&lt;br /&gt;Eh..&lt;br /&gt;Chewing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Like those tags that you get that connect the label to the clothing.&lt;br /&gt;Those tags that are like an "I".&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Are you double jointed?: &lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Can you roll your tongue?: &lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Can you raise one eyebrow?: &lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Can u cross your eyes?: &lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you make your bed daily?: &lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you think you are unique?: &lt;br /&gt;Mmm.&lt;br /&gt;In a couple ways yeah.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm influenced by other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H A V E - Y O U - E V E R'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Said "I Love you": &lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Given money to a homeless person: &lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Smoked?: &lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Waited all night for a phone call?: &lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Snuck out?: &lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. have you sat and just gazed at the stars?: &lt;br /&gt;I did all summer man.&lt;br /&gt;And last night with Jamie. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M A N N E R S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you swear/curse?: &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you ever spit?: &lt;br /&gt;Eww, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you ever make your own food?: &lt;br /&gt;Does pouring milk into cereal count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. You do your own chores?:&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. You like beef jerky?: &lt;br /&gt;LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;I had it once, it was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. You're happy with your life?: &lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. You own a dog?: &lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. You spend your money wisely?:&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you like to swim?: &lt;br /&gt;Yeah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. When you get bored do you call a friend: &lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D O - Y O U - P R E F E R'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Flowers or angels?: &lt;br /&gt;Flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Gray or black?:&lt;br /&gt;Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Color or black and white photos?: &lt;br /&gt;Colour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Lust or love?: &lt;br /&gt;Lust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Sunrise or sunset?: &lt;br /&gt;Sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. M&amp;Ms or Skittles?: &lt;br /&gt;M&amp;Ms FTW ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Staying up late or waking up early?: &lt;br /&gt;When you say 'waking up early', do you mean like, 3/4AM?&lt;br /&gt;Because if you do, then yeah. :)&lt;br /&gt;Thats when Joshuah drives round and it's surreal how quiet it is man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Being hot or cold?: &lt;br /&gt;Hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Winter or Fall?: &lt;br /&gt;Fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Left or right?: &lt;br /&gt;Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Having 10 acquaintances or 2 best friends?: &lt;br /&gt;2 best friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Sunshine or rain?: &lt;br /&gt;Depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE HAVE YOU EVER`S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep in a bed of the opposite sex?: &lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I did last night. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank a bottle of alcohol by yourself?: &lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Not a whole bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooked up in the shower?: &lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been Dumped?: &lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen money from a friend?: &lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept naked?: &lt;br /&gt;Haha no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a fist fight?: &lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a crush on a teacher?: &lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen someone die?: &lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on an airplane?: &lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept all day?: &lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed someone so much it hurt?: &lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been lonely?: &lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheated in a game?: &lt;br /&gt;Haha, yeah in monopoly once when I was 8 ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to the A&amp;E?: &lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a car-related incident?: &lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed your first love?:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm with him just now, soo. :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sung in the shower?: &lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a complete stranger?: &lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Just polite on the cheek though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed so hard you cried?: &lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regretted hurting someone?: &lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been SUPER happy?: &lt;br /&gt;Who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE QUESTIONS~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your middle name?:&lt;br /&gt;Anne-Marie :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;One of Jamies shirts, + a pair of his boxers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your current problem?&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna get out of bed, I'm super cozy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;My iPod I think &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;that, and Danny Jones. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who makes you most happy?&lt;br /&gt;Jamie. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you musically talented?&lt;br /&gt;A little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you MUST be an animal for ONE day-what would you be?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;A duck. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever have a near death experience?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you dance?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the name of the song that's stuck in your head right now?&lt;br /&gt;Men's needs, by the cribs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the first thing you notice about the OPPOSITE sex?&lt;br /&gt;Clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had a drunken night in Mexico?&lt;br /&gt;LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;All the time. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have braces?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you comfortable with your height?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Months of Questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANUARY&lt;br /&gt;1. Did you have a new year's resolution this year?::&lt;br /&gt;Prolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who kissed you at midnight?&lt;br /&gt;Ry ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Does it snow where you live?::&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you like hot chocolate?::&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever been to Times Square to watch the ball drop?::&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARY&lt;br /&gt;1. Who was your Valentine?::&lt;br /&gt;Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you split up from him/her yet?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When you were little, did you buy valentines for your whole class?::&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you care if the groundhog sees its shadow or not?::&lt;br /&gt;Nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCH&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you Irish?::&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you wear green on St. Patty's Day?::&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What did you do for St. Patty's Day in 2008?::&lt;br /&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even remember man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRIL&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like the rain?::&lt;br /&gt;Sure. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you play an April fool's joke on anyone this year?::&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you get tons of candy on Easter?::&lt;br /&gt;Not tons.&lt;br /&gt;I get a good amount. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you celebrate 4/20?::&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY&lt;br /&gt;1. What's your favorite kind of flower?::&lt;br /&gt;daisys &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you like the spring?::&lt;br /&gt;yeah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Finish the phrase "April showers"::&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;IDK. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is the first color you think of when you think of Spring?::&lt;br /&gt;Baby pink &amp;hearts; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE&lt;br /&gt;1. What year did/will you graduate from highschool?::&lt;br /&gt;Ehh..&lt;br /&gt;2011 I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you realize nothing special happens in June?::&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time in June :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULY&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do on the Fourth of July?::&lt;br /&gt;We don't celebrate it here.&lt;br /&gt;But me, Jamie, Ryan, Josh, Tara, Andrew, Lesley, and loaaads of other people all went camping, and it was lovely. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you go on any vacations during this month?::&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;Just like, weeks away with my family, weekends away with friends, ETC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you blast the A/C all day?::&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty warm here during summer, but not too warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST&lt;br /&gt;1. Did you do anything special at the end of your summer?::&lt;br /&gt;Yeah &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What was your favorite summer memory of '08?::&lt;br /&gt;Camping with everyone &amp;hearts; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you have a sunburn?::&lt;br /&gt;I was a little, not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging Jamie + Ry, cause they'll never do this haha.&lt;br /&gt;Plus they're both sexaayy ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-2903173032657257311?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/2903173032657257311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-judge-yo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/2903173032657257311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/2903173032657257311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-judge-yo.html' title='don&apos;t judge yo.'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-3786096980220992904</id><published>2008-12-07T02:06:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-07T02:15:29.383Z</updated><title type='text'>french prelim on monday</title><content type='html'>oh god man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly do foundy. General's gonna be fucking impossible.&lt;br /&gt;could be worse though. could be CREDIT french. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's 2:20AM, and I've been lying wide awake, playing with my iPod touch since 12.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; jamie's next to me fast asleep. but idk if it's worth waking him up, cause you totaalaayy know he'll be a bitch for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give him abit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-3786096980220992904?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3786096980220992904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/12/french-prelim-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/3786096980220992904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/3786096980220992904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/12/french-prelim-monday.html' title='french prelim on monday'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-3528308644906920855</id><published>2008-12-04T23:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:47:55.939Z</updated><title type='text'>fuck it.</title><content type='html'>It's not my fault that he's in a pissy mood, &amp; he's only in a pissy mood because I'm dating someone other than him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fucking cunt, get a fucking grip mate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-3528308644906920855?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3528308644906920855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/12/fuck-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/3528308644906920855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/3528308644906920855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/12/fuck-it.html' title='fuck it.'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-846208385007494252</id><published>2008-12-03T18:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:48:35.894Z</updated><title type='text'>eep.</title><content type='html'>the maths prelim was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;i just froze, i forgot everything and just scribbled down some numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like such a fucking retard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-846208385007494252?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/846208385007494252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/12/eep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/846208385007494252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/846208385007494252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/12/eep.html' title='eep.'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-1722349306715414482</id><published>2008-12-02T09:48:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:08:26.103Z</updated><title type='text'>:O</title><content type='html'>maths prelim tomorrow, and then 7 more after that. !&lt;br /&gt;eek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today should be a laugh but, it's 9:50AM, and I'm meeting paul and fraser at 11:30AM to study at pauls.&lt;br /&gt;So I've got plenty of time to take a shower, get my bag packed, buy LOOK♥, buy my dad a newspaper, get to the bus-stop on time + walk all the way to ASDA.&lt;br /&gt;not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, CIAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-1722349306715414482?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1722349306715414482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/12/o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/1722349306715414482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/1722349306715414482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/12/o.html' title=':O'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-2319434443636836382</id><published>2008-11-30T19:29:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:43:28.277Z</updated><title type='text'>omghoweffincuteishe?!?!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i32.tinypic.com/wv8vt5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I would be attrcted to a guy who looked just like him, purely for the reason that he probably wouldn't be famous.&lt;br /&gt;That's quite a shallow thing to admit I think, that a reason I love him is because he's famous.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure alot of girls feel the same way though.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, Danny Jones is a total hottie, he's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I actually love him.&lt;br /&gt;I seen McFly play live last Tuesday, and I actually got butterflies listening to him singing, and I still do when I hear his part in "Do Ya".&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand, he's not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; much older than me.&lt;br /&gt;7/8 years?&lt;br /&gt;That seems bad now, but think about it..&lt;br /&gt;When we're old and married, it won't be creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually also found myself attracted to Matt Willis recently aswell.&lt;br /&gt;NOT when he had blonde hair, ick.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not keen on what he's done with his hair now though, he resembles an older Ray Quinn.&lt;br /&gt;The way he had his hair when he was on "I'm a celebrity get me out of here" 2/3/4 years ago was lovely though. ♥&lt;br /&gt;I watch him on "I'm a celebrity get me out of here NOW", but he's always with Emma.&lt;br /&gt;I hate her.&lt;br /&gt;HATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.tinypic.com/472lira.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny Jones over Matt Willis anyday but, no contest. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-2319434443636836382?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/2319434443636836382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/11/omghoweffincuteishe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/2319434443636836382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/2319434443636836382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/11/omghoweffincuteishe.html' title='omghoweffincuteishe?!?!?!?!?'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i32.tinypic.com/wv8vt5_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-5747324819932478381</id><published>2008-11-30T18:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:37:38.526Z</updated><title type='text'>worst. weekend. ever.</title><content type='html'>FRIDAY: After blogging eariler on Friday afternoon, I thought I'd maybe jynxed my bad luck and something exciting would happen. No such luck. My ipod touch crashed, and I spent a good 3 hours rebooting my computer, installing itunes 8.2, moving all my music, photos + videos back on my ipod, ETC. I then went on to fall asleep at 10PM. On a Friday night. After a day of COMPUTERCOMPUTERCOMPUTERCOMPUTER and studying. I just crashed on the sheets, and woke up the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY: Everyone was out by the time I woke up, which was only 11AM. And they wouldn't be back until 5PM. I thought that was great, a whole day to myself. Until I get a phone call from my mum, explaining that she ran into one of her friends, and they'd arranged dinner with our family, and her family, so I then had to move my remaining files onto my ipod, finish up a modern studies essay, shower, and meet everyone for dinner at 6:30PM, and it was already 3. So yeah, yesterday was pretty rushed. I always don't particularly get along with that one friend of my mum's. She's extremely judgemental you see, maybe more so than me. The convorsation always seems to land on me, my pale skin, my "weird hair", my poor maths + chemistry grades, my choice in meal, my taste in music, fashion, TV, film, ETC. I generally try to avoid people like this, and just get on with it, but I just snapped and ended up making an extremely uncomfortable atmosphere for everyone else, which I downright refused to apologize for. So Sunday was already off to a bad start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY: Meh, maybe one of the best days, due to me buying new make-up, + hairspray, mosse, shampoo, bodyspray, ETC. Plus I got to wear my new UGG's, so that was pretty fun. December'll pretty much follow suite to the end of November, if not worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-5747324819932478381?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/5747324819932478381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/11/worst-weekend-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/5747324819932478381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/5747324819932478381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/11/worst-weekend-ever.html' title='worst. weekend. ever.'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-2543115447160098808</id><published>2008-11-28T12:34:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-28T12:42:38.380Z</updated><title type='text'>talk about being bored..</title><content type='html'>it's about half 12 on a friday afternoon, and regardless of being off school, i can't help but find myself twidiling my thumbs due to the lack of stuff to do.&lt;br /&gt;when i woke up this morning my throat felt like a cat had clawed it over and over and over again, and with prelims being less than a week away, my mum wasn't taking any chances, and forced my back into bed with a hot water bottle, painkillers, and 3 tubes of cherry soothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun for the first hour and a half or so, since i got to wind up my little brother that i'm not going to school, then once everyone left, i became restless, and bored out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've been sat in front on my computer since abouuuut... 11AM, drinking tea, and listening to muse and death cab for cutie on my new ipod touch. first ipod, i love it so much ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/5bo29y.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEED TO START STUDYING SOON !&lt;br /&gt;+ don't ask about my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;i don't usually have a squint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-2543115447160098808?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/2543115447160098808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/11/talk-about-being-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/2543115447160098808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/2543115447160098808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/11/talk-about-being-bored.html' title='talk about being bored..'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i37.tinypic.com/5bo29y_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-6820187364217568817</id><published>2008-11-26T20:06:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:41:28.834Z</updated><title type='text'>i feel like a stranger to blogger..</title><content type='html'>anyways, i seen mcfly last night.&lt;br /&gt;definately one of THE BEST concerts i've ever been to, and next time they play in Glasgow, i'm getting a seat right down the front so danny jones can throw his used towels and spit at me.&lt;br /&gt;what i probably loved more than the actual concert was the buzz i got from it when i got home;&lt;br /&gt;and drinking coke in my bed at 1 in the morning, listening to mcfly on my ipod touch. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also desperately trying to find an mp3 of 'Reemer - head in the clouds', so if you have one, then please please please let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:// After much siving through google, frostwire, iTunes, and youtube, I realized why I was having such a fucking hard time trying to find an mp3 of that Reemer song.&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't been recorded yet.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm just waiting now. For an mp3 to come out..&lt;br /&gt;In the mean-time though, me and lauren are going to see Reember play when they come to king tut's.&lt;br /&gt;Because we love music like that&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;+ Partially because Lauren's cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-6820187364217568817?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/6820187364217568817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-feel-like-stranger-to-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/6820187364217568817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/6820187364217568817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-feel-like-stranger-to-blogger.html' title='i feel like a stranger to blogger..'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-2193741509565804359</id><published>2008-11-11T19:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-11T19:11:03.732Z</updated><title type='text'>two days left until..</title><content type='html'>Maaah birthdaaaay!! :D&lt;br /&gt;On THURSDAY!! :D&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking forward to this day for so long, I'll be so displeased if coinfetti isn't dispurced everywhere I go, and a barber shop cortet don't follow me around singing back what I said to the one I'm speaking to.&lt;br /&gt;Is it strange I've always been a fan of barber shop cortets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you live in Britain, or in a Common-Wealth country, you'll know it was Rememberance Day today.&lt;br /&gt;I've read several blogs about "The total stupidity of Rememberance Day, because everyone who died in WW1/WW2 is still dead, and keeping quiet for 2 minutes won't bring them back."&lt;br /&gt;Maybe so, but it's just courteous, and respectful. I'm assuming none of these people have heard the phrase "They gave their tomorrow for our today".&lt;br /&gt;Is it so unbearable to stay silent for 2 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I'm just sitting at my computer now, listening to lots of playlists that have been collecting virtual dust, and it's sort of cool/strange how I sub-counciously know all the words to the songs. I feel like a second year again.. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-2193741509565804359?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/2193741509565804359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-days-left-until.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/2193741509565804359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/2193741509565804359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-days-left-until.html' title='two days left until..'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-8433002549558278425</id><published>2008-11-09T21:25:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:02:29.909Z</updated><title type='text'>uh oh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/1z2zleh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was really bored this evening, &amp;amp; I was flicking through channels when something on ITV caught me eye.&lt;br /&gt;I watch until the ad's when I was about to change the channel again, until I heard "blah blah blah sponsors Britannia High."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my face literally went. "O:"&lt;br /&gt;Alot of people have described Britannia High as the ITV/British version of HSM, which I abosolutely loathe, and I was so suprised (and a touch disappointed) to find myself drawn into the plot and story going on in BH.&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing like HSM, it's not plastic and showy and fake and Disney.&lt;br /&gt;It's so much more real-life and deep that HSM.&lt;br /&gt;And when Jeremy performs that song for his Dad to persuade him to let him stay at BH, and his dad was totally unphased, I felt myself well up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been totally exhausted today though.&lt;br /&gt;I was at a bonfire party last night, and it was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;The last hour was shit, but it's just a blip that I'll choose to forget.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I hadn't been out of my bedroom in ages, as I've been frantically cramming for December prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been quite the social butterfly at school too.&lt;br /&gt;I joined the school magazine with Lauren and Rebecca, and I also signed up for a trip to Poland this June with Niamh and Natasha. So yeah, I'm pretty pleased with myself.&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly wait until June, it'll be alot alot alot alot alot of fun. :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also my birthday in 4 days. ZOMG.&lt;br /&gt;15 finally. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-8433002549558278425?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/8433002549558278425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/11/uh-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/8433002549558278425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/8433002549558278425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/11/uh-oh.html' title='uh oh.'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.tinypic.com/1z2zleh_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-7725906915319789226</id><published>2008-11-07T20:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-07T20:39:04.168Z</updated><title type='text'>i love the smell of gun powder..</title><content type='html'>Probably more to do with the fact that I know it's my birthday coming up and I'm excited about it, rather than acticipating Guy Fawkes night, where the British celebrate a man being burned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I've had a great time this past week. All these lovely fireworks have being going off, I've been to a few firework shows, and I'm going to a bonfire party tomorrow, and I love the musty gun powder smell that it emits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the creep on MSN who insists on irratating me and throwing petty insults at me, am I meant to be offended by being called a "Scottish bitch"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sticks and stones darling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-7725906915319789226?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7725906915319789226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-smell-of-gun-powder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/7725906915319789226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/7725906915319789226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-smell-of-gun-powder.html' title='i love the smell of gun powder..'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-5208351420218540120</id><published>2008-11-05T09:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:31:12.834Z</updated><title type='text'>-awful day.</title><content type='html'>I'm in such a pissy mood, so I figured I may as well have a good moan about it.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm abit late commenting on the whole big BBC fiasco with Russel Brand and Jonathan Ross, but it's still horrible nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;I get so fucking pissed off when people say "but it's like, not Russels fault, cause like, it was Jonathan who said that Russel like, slept with Andrew Sach's granddaughter, and it's a total injustice to comedy that Russel like, left his radio 2 show OMG!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russel Brand is a shit comedian, infact, it's wrong of me to even acknolodge him as a comedian. He's a shit person. He should get his C4 show cancelled, be banned from TV/radio/books/films/the internet/everything, taken to the edge of a big cliff, and pelted with tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;He's shit.&lt;br /&gt;And Jonathon Ross shouldn't even be with the BBC anymore. If he had a backbone, he'd quit his show too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done with that.&lt;br /&gt;New slate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that Barack Obama won the Presidential Election. I'm not going to go into depth here about how inexperienced he is compared to McCain, and how he's not good for America, so I won't.&lt;br /&gt;Just wait until 2012.&lt;br /&gt;Just you wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Russel Brand and Jonathan Ross are still alive, Barack Obama's going to be the new president, I bought the old edition of LOOK thinking it was the new one, I have a cold, I have Modern Stuides and Maths homework, &amp;amp; I can't find the remote control for the TV.&lt;br /&gt;So things haven't been too great this week..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-5208351420218540120?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/5208351420218540120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/11/awful-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/5208351420218540120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/5208351420218540120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/11/awful-day.html' title='-awful day.'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-1201487547855418078</id><published>2008-11-01T08:06:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:19:49.452Z</updated><title type='text'>:K:K:K</title><content type='html'>I've been holding in my frustration about this for a long long time, but now I'll share it with the world.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky you, eh?&lt;br /&gt;LOL KO BTW FTW.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I use to have some friends who were all "emo/scene/sxc/hardcorrre", and they were obsessed with Pokemon. But it wasn't the TCG, the video game, the videos, the books, the comics, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;It was the theme tune, and they prided theirselves on knowing all the words to the pokerap, because they stayed in for a whole week and learned it.&lt;br /&gt;That's just a touch pathetic, wouldn't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;But then I find out they only like pokemon because it's deemed "cool".&lt;br /&gt;Then they all lost my respect at once.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike I, who has been an avid pokemon player for a good 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;I've got every single pokemon video game for GC, GBC/GBA/DS, Wii, N64, ETC, I've got about 90% of the comics, I've got over 1,000 pokemon cards, I have every movie on DVD, most episodes on VHS, and about 20 on DVD, about 15 pokemon cuddly toys, and a pokemotion. The pokemon christmas edition annuals just suck, and I'm embarrassed of them, and I just hate it when people who have like, one pokemon game, and have the theme tune to the original show on their mp3 player call theirself a pokemon fan, and say they love Johto, and they want to live their, and they make their myspace background a fucking pokeball, and call theirself a 'total big pokemon fan yoooooooo'&lt;br /&gt;It's pathetic, get over yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:// I'm reading this a few hours after publishing this, and I want to say that I'm not trying to show off by telling you about all my pokemon merch.&lt;br /&gt;I'm merely proving my point that people who have played, Pokemon Diamon, for example, once, beaten it, and then start calling theirself a true pokemon fan, it's not on.&lt;br /&gt;And NEVER put the theme tune for pokemon on your mp3 player.&lt;br /&gt;Except if it's the theme from when Ash was in the Orange Islands.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, sweet nostalgia..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-1201487547855418078?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1201487547855418078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/11/kkk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/1201487547855418078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/1201487547855418078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/11/kkk.html' title=':K:K:K'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-2572876897515925904</id><published>2008-11-01T07:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:03:14.985Z</updated><title type='text'>zzz..</title><content type='html'>iIve been up since 6AM to be on neopets for a dumb sidebar that I'd wanted ever since I heard about it, which was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Then I finally got it, and I got so hyped up on the chat boards about this dumb sidebar, I was deadly disappointed to realize it was just like the yellow default sidebar, but with a picture of a spider.&lt;br /&gt;Or, as they call it, a 'spyder'.&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm sitting on my computer, contaimplating what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Go back to bed, though I'm not tired.&lt;br /&gt;Or stay on the computer and do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll talk about yesterday though, because I loved yesterday &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;It was HALLOWEEN DUUUUUUUUUUUUR. :333&lt;br /&gt;I went over to my friend Lauren's house to trick-or-treat, and I met another two of her friends, they're both lovely.&lt;br /&gt;And I just had a really great time last night.&lt;br /&gt;Soooo yeah. I think I'll go back to bed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:// I didn't go back to bed, I watched all the CWC videos + stayed up eating my halloween sweeties. Somehow, plastic spider rings, apples, monkey nuts and funsized mars bars don't excite me how they use to..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-2572876897515925904?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/2572876897515925904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/11/zzz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/2572876897515925904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/2572876897515925904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/11/zzz.html' title='zzz..'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-7617072045443989716</id><published>2008-10-26T18:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:33:06.928Z</updated><title type='text'>waaahhh :'(</title><content type='html'>I can't believe work experience is over already, it was the fastest week of my life.&lt;br /&gt;And now, it's back to school as normal.&lt;br /&gt;And studying. And exams.&lt;br /&gt;*siiigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss everyone at St Marys, buts a few in particular are, Kia, Marissa, Nathan, Rachel, Jenna, Ellise, Monica, Michael, Hayleigh, Dean, Daniel, Emma, Amy, Lyall, Martin, Liam, Sean, Scott, Katie, Gary, Alan and everyone at the breakfast club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I'll miss all of you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, me and Lauren are helping at their little disco on Monday, and she came over yesterday too. We talked for about 4 hours straight, then took all these pictures together and had a laugh. Then today me and Anthony made chocolate apples. ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll die if I see anyone wearing a michael myers mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:// The chocolate candy apples were lovely, and I literally just got a text from t-mobile saying my cell phone is fixed!! :DDD &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-7617072045443989716?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7617072045443989716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/10/waaahhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/7617072045443989716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/7617072045443989716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/10/waaahhh.html' title='waaahhh :&apos;('/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-1672391191747374566</id><published>2008-10-17T20:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T20:29:22.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'>well well</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/29cn9ts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I look rather fetching with glasses, wouldn't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;Even if my hand is grotesquely large.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-1672391191747374566?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1672391191747374566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-well.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/1672391191747374566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/1672391191747374566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-well.html' title='well well'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/29cn9ts_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-762588981667250028</id><published>2008-10-17T20:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T20:16:40.102+01:00</updated><title type='text'>dear world,</title><content type='html'>I apoligize for my inactiveness on blogger, and the internet in general.&lt;br /&gt;It has been very selfish of me.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, since i've not blogged every day this week, i'll just recap everything that's happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I watched my recording of the new series of Never Mind The Buzzcocks. Simon Amstell got a hair cut. Ew. He looks like Peter Pan now, no joke.&lt;br /&gt;2. My tickets for a concert I'm going to with my friend Lauren arrived on Monday, and I was deleriously happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;3. My cell phone is still away being repaired, so I'm begining week 3 with the replacement phone from hell. It suck's, it's literally considered an antique.&lt;br /&gt;4. I got my hair dyed again. I'm not too keen on it though.&lt;br /&gt;5. I've been off school this week, and I've done little to no homework whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;6. Next week I'm off schol agaaain, for work experience.&lt;br /&gt;7. It'll be a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't miss much.&lt;br /&gt;I promise to blog more next week.&lt;br /&gt;:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-762588981667250028?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/762588981667250028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/10/dear-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/762588981667250028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/762588981667250028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/10/dear-world.html' title='dear world,'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-6300478026100125057</id><published>2008-10-04T13:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:45:53.236Z</updated><title type='text'>"this is the most important year of your life"</title><content type='html'>I've been told this by every single of my teachers this past week, due to the fact prelims are in about.. 2 months?&lt;br /&gt;I should probably be studying instead of vegging out in front of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;I know that they're all telling the truth, and it's not suppose to be patronizing.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know.. I guess it's hard to accept that things at school are now getting serious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I ordered my tickets for McFly! &amp;hearts;♥♥&lt;br /&gt;I lovvee Danny Jones, I'd marry him instantly.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to see them with Lauren, and it's about a month away.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to it alot. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-6300478026100125057?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/6300478026100125057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-most-important-year-of-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/6300478026100125057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/6300478026100125057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-most-important-year-of-your.html' title='&quot;this is the most important year of your life&quot;'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846246807609313137.post-3831420931979269315</id><published>2008-09-26T20:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:40:16.792+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NOSTALGIA</title><content type='html'>Oh wow.&lt;br /&gt;I just found all my old music from when I was a total emo 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;It's so weird, it's all My Chemical Romance, Taking Back Sunday, Billy Talent, Funeral For A Friend, it's a world away from what I listen to now.&lt;br /&gt;I also found lots of old chat logs from when I was like that, there's cringe worthy.&lt;br /&gt;I keep saying 'teh' instead of 'the' and talking totally.. i dunno, weird. o.O&lt;br /&gt;My old MSN name was "xxrachaelxx         i brought yew my bullets, yew brought me yewr love &lt;3"&lt;br /&gt;YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846246807609313137-3831420931979269315?l=wawastingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3831420931979269315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/09/nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/3831420931979269315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846246807609313137/posts/default/3831420931979269315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawastingpaper.blogspot.com/2008/09/nostalgia.html' title='NOSTALGIA'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510958358187724536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i_LPIy3ZT3U/TENoukpKDDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wu4LMzmMHHY/S220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
