<?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-6805303091155173887</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:23:33.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad as a Hatter.</title><subtitle type='html'>confessions of a lunatic really :]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ps-idontloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805303091155173887/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ps-idontloveyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>- wonderwoman -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473657145773043889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQ8hFVLLsC0/SfbgKD5SMWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LyHHMsbMgXI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805303091155173887.post-6816583709237503051</id><published>2009-08-10T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T03:22:54.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rantrantrant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't been on here for ages.&lt;br /&gt;But I think I'm sufficiently enraged to splurge =D&lt;br /&gt;Update (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANDAIDS ARE RACIST.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, (sadly) I did an entire speech on this.&lt;br /&gt;But a note-worthy topic.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, to prove my point, I had to wear bandaids&lt;br /&gt;(pink, black, and beige)&lt;br /&gt;All over my face for an entire week.&lt;br /&gt;But no matter.&lt;br /&gt;Women did not get the vote by fluffing around.&lt;br /&gt;Or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSIC TEACHERS&lt;br /&gt;Completely ruin music.&lt;br /&gt;I loved music.&lt;br /&gt;Now I hate every damn school-related aspect of it.&lt;br /&gt;It's like. their job is to SQUEEEEEEEEEZE&lt;br /&gt;The fun out of music.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I have out of school music.&lt;br /&gt;And why are musicians so temperamental?&lt;br /&gt;-Mentally slap myself for being a hypocrite-&lt;br /&gt;(but you get what I mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZZZZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;GAH.&lt;br /&gt;This blog is dead.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805303091155173887-6816583709237503051?l=ps-idontloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ps-idontloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6816583709237503051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ps-idontloveyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/rantrantrant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805303091155173887/posts/default/6816583709237503051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805303091155173887/posts/default/6816583709237503051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ps-idontloveyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/rantrantrant.html' title='Rantrantrant.'/><author><name>- wonderwoman -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473657145773043889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQ8hFVLLsC0/SfbgKD5SMWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LyHHMsbMgXI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805303091155173887.post-4024306024917920932</id><published>2009-06-25T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:44:05.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatigue And Falling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: &lt;/span&gt;Up against the wall- Boys Like Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently doing: &lt;/span&gt;Listening to Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trip today ! Went to some island =]&lt;br /&gt;Ferry. Vroom vroom!&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhm. Planting trees is really,&lt;br /&gt;Harder than it looks.&lt;br /&gt;Planted 5 trees today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Names ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob (short for Robert),&lt;br /&gt;Jacket-boy,&lt;br /&gt;Not Daddy,&lt;br /&gt;Jay Barclay&lt;br /&gt;and Cliffhanger.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm tired as, every part of me hurts.&lt;br /&gt;I fell like a million times xDD&lt;br /&gt;While doing a (lap?) dance on the hill bush mountain thing.&lt;br /&gt;And. Fell. A lot. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;And I swear I've got a bucketload of dirt in my pants.&lt;br /&gt;Because Hannah and I had a dirt fight hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;Matureeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of photos =] Arrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Then Lala&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Tiff and I went to NM.&lt;br /&gt;And then Tiff went off.&lt;br /&gt;So Lala and I traipsed off to remuera~&lt;br /&gt;And had a milkshake. And I read vogue.&lt;br /&gt;== such a useless magazine.&lt;br /&gt;Although.&lt;br /&gt;Now I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;I reaaaaaally want a Tiffany &amp;amp; Co. Key necklace.&lt;br /&gt;Rawwwwwr.&lt;br /&gt;Arrrr. School tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Really, the pointlessness of school...&lt;br /&gt;Renders me speechless at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805303091155173887-4024306024917920932?l=ps-idontloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ps-idontloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4024306024917920932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ps-idontloveyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/fatigue-and-falling.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805303091155173887/posts/default/4024306024917920932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805303091155173887/posts/default/4024306024917920932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ps-idontloveyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/fatigue-and-falling.html' title='Fatigue And Falling.'/><author><name>- wonderwoman -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473657145773043889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQ8hFVLLsC0/SfbgKD5SMWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LyHHMsbMgXI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805303091155173887.post-7794332657771327158</id><published>2009-06-10T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T04:49:22.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Debating: yelling like hell at guys- and getting points for it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahhaa. I have to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Debating Monday was so. funny.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I thought we were versing AGS.&lt;br /&gt;And there is only a little shaky door between our prep rooms.&lt;br /&gt;So I was considering yelling&lt;br /&gt;"Grow some balls!"&lt;br /&gt;- much to the giggling of Jane -&lt;br /&gt;Again. [tch. honestly, the last lot of AGS guys&lt;br /&gt;we debated with were so immature].&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I didn't. And it wasn't AGS.&lt;br /&gt;It was St. Peters. And on the whole&lt;br /&gt;they're much nicer.&lt;br /&gt;Considering the general AGS population are either&lt;br /&gt;a) gay.&lt;br /&gt;b) dicks who don't actually have dicks.&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaanyway !&lt;br /&gt;I was chairperson. So I went over to get their names.&lt;br /&gt;Shocking really.&lt;br /&gt;Well, yes, their names were shocking.&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't read their handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;But their HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;First - brown. But he couldn't speak english.&lt;br /&gt;Second - long side fringe and gelled so hair spikes out...&lt;br /&gt;SIDEWAYS. Like Alice Cullen .&lt;br /&gt;Third - Bright bright bright bright blond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I introduced the first two....&lt;br /&gt;Queer last-names, or I just couldn't read the writing.&lt;br /&gt;Illegible much?&lt;br /&gt;And then last one goes, and I go,&lt;br /&gt;"And now for Thomas..... er...... Thomas".&lt;br /&gt;Dazzle everyone with my witty verbal skills.&lt;br /&gt;Aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats funnier was. The blond one kept smiling at me.&lt;br /&gt;And waving spazzically.&lt;br /&gt;Weeeird. And we WON. I was like omfg.&lt;br /&gt;Did not expect. At all.&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably will never see those people ever again.&lt;br /&gt;But you know. Their hair will be forever&lt;br /&gt;Imprinted in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Hair has that effect on you&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- B Y E ! -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805303091155173887-7794332657771327158?l=ps-idontloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ps-idontloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7794332657771327158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ps-idontloveyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/debating-yelling-like-hell-at-guys-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805303091155173887/posts/default/7794332657771327158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805303091155173887/posts/default/7794332657771327158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ps-idontloveyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/debating-yelling-like-hell-at-guys-and.html' title='Debating: yelling like hell at guys- and getting points for it.'/><author><name>- wonderwoman -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473657145773043889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQ8hFVLLsC0/SfbgKD5SMWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LyHHMsbMgXI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805303091155173887.post-4564674216778346516</id><published>2009-06-07T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T03:42:33.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: &lt;/span&gt;You belong with me- Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;Frazzled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently doing: &lt;/span&gt;Procrastination at its best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't done anything.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't particularly feel like completing anything =/&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Taylor Swift.&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Plead guilty.&lt;br /&gt;She's a bit overly country at times.&lt;br /&gt;But I dunno ==.&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to her songs on repeat.&lt;br /&gt;Very depressing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics.... Lyrics......&lt;br /&gt;And wth. I've realised that somehow, for some&lt;br /&gt;bizarre as reason I can't fathom.&lt;br /&gt;I seem to like [male] non-asian celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;Not like-like. Just like. Like, their characters feel 'right'.&lt;br /&gt;Eg. Jason Dolley. Aaron Johnson. Lucas Till.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I'm disgusted he's in the Hannah Montana movie.&lt;br /&gt;But I saw him in Taylor Swift's music video &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but non-asians are so cute. Like innocent and sweet looking.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'd want to date one. Or not that I wouldn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;Because that would be racist...&lt;br /&gt;OH WHAT THE HELL.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway. The point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She wears high heels, I wear sneakers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it. The song. I can relate.&lt;br /&gt;The accompaniment is her predictable country:&lt;br /&gt;Violins twanging, etc.&lt;br /&gt;And her songs are ALL about love ==&lt;br /&gt;And often quite cliche and stuff. but.&lt;br /&gt;It works together somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Likee. Pie. Some of the weirdest ingredients can go in.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, it's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Like. Magic. I guess :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805303091155173887-4564674216778346516?l=ps-idontloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ps-idontloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4564674216778346516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ps-idontloveyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-wears-short-skirts-i-wear-t-shirts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805303091155173887/posts/default/4564674216778346516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805303091155173887/posts/default/4564674216778346516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ps-idontloveyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-wears-short-skirts-i-wear-t-shirts.html' title='She wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts....'/><author><name>- wonderwoman -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473657145773043889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQ8hFVLLsC0/SfbgKD5SMWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LyHHMsbMgXI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805303091155173887.post-2194984221707300882</id><published>2009-06-01T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:21:58.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels and Demons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to:&lt;/span&gt; Enter Shikari - Sorry you're not a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt; Queasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I officially love the Queen of England.&lt;br /&gt;She is so cool she should have a birthday celebration every weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Then we'd have a four day school week. EVERY WEEK :D&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'll stop dreaming for what will never be lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ! Yesterday was Monday. (duh). and Lala and I decided to have a fling&lt;br /&gt;(or whatever you're meant to call these things).&lt;br /&gt;And I arrived at her house at 10.20&lt;br /&gt;(ie. 20 minutes un-fashionably late)&lt;br /&gt;And we left for Remuera, promising her Dad we'd be back by 5pm&lt;br /&gt;(oh dear oh dear oh dear)&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention she lives at the bottom of a hill?&lt;br /&gt;And Remuera is on the top of it?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we went to the bus stop (so many people)&lt;br /&gt;....bus is coming in five.&lt;br /&gt;So Lala goes into the cafe and orders a smoothie. douche.&lt;br /&gt;As I see bus arriving, I run outside, panicking internally.&lt;br /&gt;Give up hopes of catching a 11 o'clock movie and turn to see Lala.&lt;br /&gt;And I swear I heard someone call my name.&lt;br /&gt;One of the guys at the bus stop. Whom I didn't bother looking at.&lt;br /&gt;Because guys aren't particularly high up on my priority list&lt;br /&gt;(me being married and all xD)&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't realise until the bus left.&lt;br /&gt;So some guy I don't/do know may be quite pissed at me right now.&lt;br /&gt;Or at the least thinking I'm a dick.&lt;br /&gt;Which actually is quite okay with me :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we walk to New Market and watch Angels and Demons.&lt;br /&gt;PHWOARRR.&lt;br /&gt;It was a very very very good movie.&lt;br /&gt;Lala and I are like. OMFG I CANT BELIEVE THAT HAPPENED!&lt;br /&gt;through the whole thing. because that father guy who is a hero.&lt;br /&gt;And parachuted out of the helicopter to save the world.&lt;br /&gt;Is evil. And commits suicide. And. omg. okay. I admit.&lt;br /&gt;I would fall for a guy who jumps out of helicopters.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll admit I was sort of falling for him&lt;br /&gt;even though he's old. and a priest. and white, therefore not my type.&lt;br /&gt;But that's me, isn't it? Falling for people I can't have.&lt;br /&gt;(( for twats who haven't realised, priests can't marry ))&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was very very good.&lt;br /&gt;Painful. A tad gory at times. Shocking.&lt;br /&gt;But really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQ8hFVLLsC0/SiSYjhxOGbI/AAAAAAAAABk/UqP9Le0gm_4/s1600-h/illuminati.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 87px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQ8hFVLLsC0/SiSYjhxOGbI/AAAAAAAAABk/UqP9Le0gm_4/s320/illuminati.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342562794095909298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway. After some shopping, we missed two buses&lt;br /&gt;and walked back to Remuera.&lt;br /&gt;And she showed me her intermediate school. RI.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite cute. A very unsatisfying playground =P&lt;br /&gt;But really. I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUTBUTBUTBUT! We got home at like 5.45.&lt;br /&gt;And her Dad/Mum were very very pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Like utterly. So I skedaddled out of there. Quickly.&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot my skateboard (which I can't ride)&lt;br /&gt;I hope she's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why am I feeling queasy?&lt;br /&gt;Because I screwed my exams.&lt;br /&gt;And marks are coming out soon.&lt;br /&gt;I hate life. Why can't it just be one party?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we need to think so much?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I grow any taller?&lt;br /&gt;Why is the sky blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh yes. These are the questions that haunt me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-K U D O S-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805303091155173887-2194984221707300882?l=ps-idontloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ps-idontloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2194984221707300882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ps-idontloveyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/angels-and-demons.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805303091155173887/posts/default/2194984221707300882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805303091155173887/posts/default/2194984221707300882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ps-idontloveyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/angels-and-demons.html' title='Angels and Demons'/><author><name>- wonderwoman -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473657145773043889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQ8hFVLLsC0/SfbgKD5SMWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LyHHMsbMgXI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQ8hFVLLsC0/SiSYjhxOGbI/AAAAAAAAABk/UqP9Le0gm_4/s72-c/illuminati.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805303091155173887.post-7415942624596667590</id><published>2009-05-28T05:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T05:57:19.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog: Again :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to:&lt;/span&gt; Don't Trust Me- 3OH!3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt; Frustrated ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently: &lt;/span&gt;Studying for Exams, Listening to Music, This&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heyy ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay first blog. Again. I got sick of the uselessness of my rants.&lt;br /&gt;As Jessy says, once I choose my cake I should stick by it.&lt;br /&gt;Or words to that effect. And. I have said, that by 2009&lt;br /&gt;I would "blossom" (ew what a weird wordd) into the height of my possible&lt;br /&gt;SOPHISTICATION AND MANLINESS xD&lt;br /&gt;So I will. And this is the marked day of my "maturity".&lt;br /&gt;And it is mature to act your age. I'm fourteen. It's mature to be immature.&lt;br /&gt;My logic = flawless :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should write about my life. But pre-manliness/sophistication&lt;br /&gt;is a tad boring. So I'll skip to the future (coz i'm psychic, right?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Japan !&lt;br /&gt;And apparently I need a bright red hat so I don't get lost.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno- exchange trip agency rules.&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooo. I'm looking for a rad hat. That's red. A bit like Steph's elmo hat !&lt;br /&gt;On the look out. As of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now.&lt;/span&gt;  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I'm frustrated. I have exams.&lt;br /&gt;I have screwed my previous 6 exams.&lt;br /&gt;And am likely to screw my 7th :D&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaanyway ! I have study period for one hour tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;So Ashby and I will be sending emails all morning before Science exam :)&lt;br /&gt;Even though we sit right next to each other.&lt;br /&gt;Silent study. It's the stupidest thing thought of next to homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! I'm going to study the freaking periodic table now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's quite cool actually, I can memorize the first twenty ;D&lt;br /&gt;Coz I'm so cool.&lt;br /&gt;Nah there's this really mean as song you learn to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- P E A C E O U T -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805303091155173887-7415942624596667590?l=ps-idontloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ps-idontloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7415942624596667590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ps-idontloveyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-blog-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805303091155173887/posts/default/7415942624596667590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805303091155173887/posts/default/7415942624596667590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ps-idontloveyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-blog-again.html' title='First Blog: Again :)'/><author><name>- wonderwoman -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473657145773043889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQ8hFVLLsC0/SfbgKD5SMWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LyHHMsbMgXI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
