<?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-457024919594523420</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:37:56.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Footsteps In The Sand</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-7370622821186259404</id><published>2011-10-12T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T15:23:51.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Dream..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When it comes down to it, the things I see as being essential for me to achieve in my life are reasonably little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First and foremost, a family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke4Wudk06zU/TpX-GZG2DhI/AAAAAAAAAr8/fPeIEDDDWOk/s1600/shadow-family.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke4Wudk06zU/TpX-GZG2DhI/AAAAAAAAAr8/fPeIEDDDWOk/s320/shadow-family.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Secondly, a home I can really call my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lvhjU2oWl3Q/TpX-4xHvMAI/AAAAAAAAAsE/e1TqqwHcL_A/s1600/house.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lvhjU2oWl3Q/TpX-4xHvMAI/AAAAAAAAAsE/e1TqqwHcL_A/s320/house.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thirdly, a job I enjoy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n11v8J5IWlE/TpYGiuwBN8I/AAAAAAAAAsM/eIzzOsgBnu0/s1600/teacher.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n11v8J5IWlE/TpYGiuwBN8I/AAAAAAAAAsM/eIzzOsgBnu0/s200/teacher.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Up until recently, I intended to attempt to become part of an industry that would have made my first 2 life goals pretty difficult to achieve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I mean, lets face it; other than the Julie Andrews standard of actresses, how many are out there that can actually say they're financially stable?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'll tell you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Not many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But anyway;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After soul searching and deliberating, worrying and panicking, I've finally decided the actual career that I want to have, and the prospect of starting it as soon as I can is really exciting to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It feels like such an obvious choice, that I kind of feel a bit stupid for not deciding on it sooner. If I had, I could actually be doing something really proactive towards it right now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I want to be a teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ey1nqhFB8JU/TpYQmd7ei9I/AAAAAAAAAs0/mDzwk2my16o/s1600/teacher.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ey1nqhFB8JU/TpYQmd7ei9I/AAAAAAAAAs0/mDzwk2my16o/s320/teacher.jpg" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I want to help people learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I want to encourage them to express how talented they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I want to make sure they know that they can be anything. Do anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I want to be one of the ones your&amp;nbsp;kid'll&amp;nbsp;come home raving about and won't forget, even when they've left school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I want to make sure they know that it's ok to be a bit worried about growing up, because it's a fricking scary thing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I want to be the kind of teacher that does more than just teach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's the new dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-7370622821186259404?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/7370622821186259404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=7370622821186259404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/7370622821186259404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/7370622821186259404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-it-comes-down-to-it-things-i-see.html' title='The New Dream..'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke4Wudk06zU/TpX-GZG2DhI/AAAAAAAAAr8/fPeIEDDDWOk/s72-c/shadow-family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-949723491115850951</id><published>2011-06-08T14:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T15:25:35.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh The Things We Do..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We talk about things all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You and me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like everyone does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the things we want to do, that we wish would happen, where we want to go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who we want to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What we want to grow into.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have to make all these decisions that we don't really want to make. All these things we have to think about, and all the stuff we have to deal with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have problems to sort out, friendships to maintain, and lives to lead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And all I really want to do is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;small&gt;Leave.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just you and me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;extrasmall&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Just leave.&lt;/extrasmall&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even if it's just for a little while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want you to know, I'd do anything to make you smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To see your face light up, and the look in your eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To know that I truly made you as happy as you've made me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've given up caring if it sounds crazy, and I've given up thinking about what other people think.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to be with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-949723491115850951?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/949723491115850951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=949723491115850951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/949723491115850951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/949723491115850951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-things-we-do.html' title='Oh The Things We Do..'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-3068442605564556530</id><published>2011-06-02T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T08:55:28.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Give A Little Love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am a big supporter of all things acoustic-musicy, and so when I discovered &lt;a href="http://gabrielleaplin.co.uk/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; amazingly talented girl, I immediately became obsessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Obsessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She got famous through YouTube (like Bieber, only &lt;u&gt;way&lt;/u&gt; better) And yesterday, she did one of the most amazing covers I've heard for a while, and I thought it deserved some &lt;b&gt;serious&lt;/b&gt; love. It wasn't a song I'd ever imagined her to cover, but I'm so glad she did! I think it's fabulous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can watch the video I'm talking about &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xXMECbLSJe8"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and I'd advise you to listen to more, especially the one's she's written herself. They're incredible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She recently did a tour, and I was really annoyed that she didn't come anywhere near here, because I would have really loved to go and see her play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She genuinely seems really lovely, and I think she underestimates just how good she is, which makes her even better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I give you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gabrielle Aplin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(And let me know what you think!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-3068442605564556530?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/3068442605564556530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=3068442605564556530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/3068442605564556530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/3068442605564556530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-give-little-love.html' title='You Give A Little Love..'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-2793466656605231382</id><published>2011-05-09T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T05:00:16.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'I've Done' List..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I was thinking yesterday, just how awful I've been when it comes to doing posts recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I've barely said anything, and practically disappeared from the blogging airwaves for quite a considerable amount of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;It's just that, these past few months have been so busy that I've hardly had time to breath!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Since my last post, I have:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;- Been in a school production of 'Annie'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;It seemed adorable when we first started it, but quickly lost all it's charm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;- Finished my Performance A2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;My exam was on Friday and went really well, but for about a month I was eating, sleeping and breathing the 2 pieces we had to create, learn, practice and 'enjoy'..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;- Been to America&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;It was the best school trip I've ever been on, and when I'm on the right computer I'll put up some of the photos.. But it really was incredible. Jealous?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;- Panicked quite a bit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I have  2 psychology exams coming up, both of which I'm dreading, and one of which is on my 18th birthday. I was &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; happy to discover that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;- Spent a lot of time with my boyfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I'm not going to lie. He makes me very happy. And I love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NBV0Yn7Gdn8/TcfMAf91jjI/AAAAAAAAApk/FnWzVf9jifU/s400/026.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604672570238799410" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HK5phUeav0c/TcfMAmDONUI/AAAAAAAAAps/3pO_sx5Qnqk/s400/118.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604672571871999298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Reached 'that point' at school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm at the stage where I can't wait to leave. The prospect of coming in every day makes me kind of angry, and I'm really hating my subjects. I just can't wait to be finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Worked something out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I genuinely don't care about a lot of the things I used to care about. What people think, what I look like, if people agree with what I say.. If they don't like it, sod it. It doesn't affect me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Made plans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm doing so much once school's out.. Stainsby festival, Whitby folk week, going to Devon with the Mr, going camping with friends, and 'helped' plan the big party in a few months time.. It's going to be one hell of a summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finish school in 2 weeks for exam leave, and once they're done, I get to live my life, at least a little bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/457024919594523420-2793466656605231382?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/2793466656605231382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=2793466656605231382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/2793466656605231382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/2793466656605231382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-was-thinking-yesterday-just-how-awful.html' title='The &apos;I&apos;ve Done&apos; List..'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NBV0Yn7Gdn8/TcfMAf91jjI/AAAAAAAAApk/FnWzVf9jifU/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-3374883128577557384</id><published>2011-02-15T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T08:49:15.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who needs a mature birthday party when you could dress up as:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Superwoman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XNDahq9-qp0/TVqoiyYck0I/AAAAAAAAAos/Tn1VpfgdD7Y/s400/003.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573952804417737538" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Queen of Hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sqBqBaAS6uA/TVqoir5eXlI/AAAAAAAAAok/fp8Z-YUBHOE/s400/001.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573952802677218898" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or a Magical Fairy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NdR9u1aLzQo/TVqlwTfrdGI/AAAAAAAAAoc/wnqq37joFPA/s400/002.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573949738109858914" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who needs to worry about anything, when you have friends like these?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--T5u9cy3o-c/TVqqIE4P0SI/AAAAAAAAAo0/j5nwnnxMs74/s400/me%2Band%2Bjess.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573954544549744930" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my girls..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yBl5NzRyPV4/TVqqIsHkN2I/AAAAAAAAAo8/8mZl1WpeWvQ/s400/me%2Bjess%2Bsarah.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573954555082979170" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when you have a serious lightweight for a boyfriend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d6oSUk5HFf4/TVqr5TJlBYI/AAAAAAAAApE/ze_FkMoKHbI/s400/drunken%2Bdancing.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573956489705751938" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who puts up with your &lt;u&gt;crazy ass&lt;/u&gt; hair?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hkxCsvuvigw/TVqr5zhGZiI/AAAAAAAAApM/XwM7TInvSPI/s400/mad%2Bhair.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573956498394342946" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And dresses as Woody from Toy Story?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7PXWt5WtcnI/TVqr6eIvYHI/AAAAAAAAApU/27ZuD5oc8FA/s400/me%2Band%2Badam.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573956509834895474" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved this night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XN3hrS_ypmA/TVqtfscugwI/AAAAAAAAApc/yUiZa0g9EkE/s400/group.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573958248843608834" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's to many more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-3374883128577557384?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/3374883128577557384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=3374883128577557384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/3374883128577557384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/3374883128577557384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2011/02/who-needs-mature-birthday-party-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XNDahq9-qp0/TVqoiyYck0I/AAAAAAAAAos/Tn1VpfgdD7Y/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-7677884051217969632</id><published>2011-01-01T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T15:40:31.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Old Acquaintance..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Christmas was strange for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the first time, I didn't feel massively festive..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There wasn't the build up of seeing decorations gradually appearing, I missed the lights being turned on in town, and I found thinking of what I wanted present-wise genuinely quite difficult..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a really nice Christmas with my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We travelled down to the Isle of Wight on Christmas Eve, and came home on the 28th (feeling &lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt; full). I got lovely presents, but the best thing really was just spending time with people I cared about, and hadn't seen for ages.. I'd really missed them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But New Year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;New Year was a totally different story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will admit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my friends at school had been planning what we wanted to do for a few weeks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With significant input from my mum, obviously..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;We settled on it being:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Back tie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Casino night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-With roulette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- And &lt;u&gt;plenty&lt;/u&gt; of food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it was an absolutely &lt;u&gt;brilliant&lt;/u&gt; night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We looked fancy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TR-z4aYrg2I/AAAAAAAAAms/55G5YMOWOz0/s320/DSCF4539.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557358246935364450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We gambled with fake money.. For chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TR-z44XzyqI/AAAAAAAAAm0/VlEs_WniHO4/s320/DSCF4513.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557358254984776354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone got on really well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*cough* Even if they did cheat *cough*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TR-z5l65CkI/AAAAAAAAAnE/OuXkTXZ_kCU/s320/DSCF4517.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557358267211516482" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We acted a little crazy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TR-z5CClr4I/AAAAAAAAAm8/4yuxx_C-vOo/s320/DSCF4512.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557358257580126082" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it was all very lovely..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TR-1ZyKOqzI/AAAAAAAAAnc/R7ofTw1zeQw/s400/DSCF4561.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557359919764515634" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we had a few impressive fireworks to celebrate it being midnight..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TR-1ZREkScI/AAAAAAAAAnU/CtXGQYP7KrU/s400/DSCF4559.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557359910882396610" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And looked &lt;u&gt;good&lt;/u&gt; while we watched them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TR-z6CAHUvI/AAAAAAAAAnM/cAo4x6Bq2vU/s320/DSCF4555.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557358274749616882" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we crashed out in my front room and chatted the night away..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TR-1aDCvP8I/AAAAAAAAAnk/bgASFMDPeZ8/s400/DSCF4564.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557359924296499138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had an amazing night, with some really wonderful people..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's the basic run down of my New Year..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How was yours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-7677884051217969632?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/7677884051217969632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=7677884051217969632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/7677884051217969632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/7677884051217969632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-old-acquaintance.html' title='Dear Old Acquaintance..'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TR-z4aYrg2I/AAAAAAAAAms/55G5YMOWOz0/s72-c/DSCF4539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-6876846906291049664</id><published>2010-11-30T12:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T13:29:48.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Up Day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The snow of yesterday kept coming.. It resulted in a day off school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A snow day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In England.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;In November.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the view that I woke up to today. Minus my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My garden became a playground for the day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TPVksSNxRwI/AAAAAAAAAlo/2Y0H17xwNy8/s320/002.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545449228143249154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was seriously deep..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By lunch it was about 8 inches deep..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It' now easily twice that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TPVk-99GRCI/AAAAAAAAAlw/ciuRtawO-YU/s320/003.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545449549122126882" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were wrapped up as warm as we could get..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friend Deeds was in my mums gloves so that her hands didn't freeze..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TPVnEmlcTEI/AAAAAAAAAmg/sj0Mt4MfGd0/s320/009.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545451844951362626" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then we became childish.. As is the custom in snow..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We just couldn't help ourselves..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We made snow boobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TPVmWH79QXI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/_jBz8cP3lck/s320/015.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545451046450315634" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a really wonderful day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TPVl6N74QgI/AAAAAAAAAmI/75fGP_3_6lc/s320/023.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545450567024263682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could forget everything I thought I was worrying about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could laugh and not feel guilty about the work I hadn't done..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I mean sure, I feel a bit guilty now, but school's shut tomorrow, so it doesn't matter too much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It was really nice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To relax and have a laugh with some of the people I care about..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-6876846906291049664?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/6876846906291049664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=6876846906291049664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/6876846906291049664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/6876846906291049664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-up-day.html' title='My Up Day..'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TPVksSNxRwI/AAAAAAAAAlo/2Y0H17xwNy8/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-8591267066989330729</id><published>2010-11-27T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T15:52:06.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today.. It snowed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The drive of my house felt like a wonderland..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TPF_S36h80I/AAAAAAAAAkw/QNvF0ewMpi4/s320/001.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544352578493608770" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made fresh footsteps and felt like a 6 year old..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TPF_Ui1uuvI/AAAAAAAAAk4/WFOW9fMUf4w/s320/002.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544352607196068594" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My white wellies looked grey..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TPF_RD5QaGI/AAAAAAAAAko/jYdbIfhg2KU/s320/003.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544352547349751906" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fresh snow on my walk to work was begging to be stepped in..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TPF_Q6IYRNI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Qxcfr6vVr5E/s320/008.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544352544728827090" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the blue sky and sun just looked wrong against the snow..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TPF_U9DFt8I/AAAAAAAAAlA/3BDrbeUQlgQ/s320/004.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544352614231422914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today.. It snowed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved seeing how people had tried to cover as much fresh snow as they could..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TPGU3lLx8LI/AAAAAAAAAlY/aWHUS3Oa1wY/s320/020.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544376298865029298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved that I found icicles on traffic lights beautiful..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TPGU3UmyWLI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/NYUp_knN-Js/s320/016.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544376294414899378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved that the snow didn't stop people from going into town at all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TPGU1qOqR6I/AAAAAAAAAlI/08zaP_DZLe0/s320/021.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544376265859549090" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today.. It snowed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I marvelled at the effect that snow has on the world..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How innocent it makes it seem..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How peaceful everything becomes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;How it makes everything seem, just that little bit, more bearable..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today.. It snowed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my world felt brighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Today.. It snowed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What did &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; feel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&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/457024919594523420-8591267066989330729?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/8591267066989330729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=8591267066989330729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/8591267066989330729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/8591267066989330729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2010/11/today.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TPF_S36h80I/AAAAAAAAAkw/QNvF0ewMpi4/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-2803405509883072181</id><published>2010-11-17T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T08:34:24.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death By Education..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I used to be one of these kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TOP9lxBUgZI/AAAAAAAAAkA/NWTjzVL8fsk/s320/HermioneHandUp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540550791851704722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TOP9i2EJjtI/AAAAAAAAAjw/eJkYh38JE2Q/s320/Girl01.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 221px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540550741666139858" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TOP9lkLRo2I/AAAAAAAAAj4/C1n8MaSQIkk/s320/girl-hand-up-teach_web.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 283px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540550788403798882" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TOP9iVSfVaI/AAAAAAAAAjo/6L8okgYCVoc/s320/42-17463433.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540550732867917218" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved learning, and practising and getting good grades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved that feeling of satisfaction when your work was rewarded..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be it with good grades, kind words, or actual awards..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, I was a geek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But at least I was a happy geek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With pristine books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A spotless record..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Homework always in on time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing else to worry about but school..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Work that I understood straight away..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;But now?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is far more my style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;English Language..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TOQBL4MVDwI/AAAAAAAAAkI/zvDzw7A_axA/s320/children-sleep-class-001.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540554745146838786" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Performance Studies..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TOQBPobdvUI/AAAAAAAAAkY/Pg5rnvEJ350/s320/1217436_f260.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540554809634831682" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Psychology..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TOQBPOEKoEI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/kaD1qlqCQU4/s320/sriimg20090204_10286033_2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 210px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540554802557788226" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And don't even get me started on Critical Thinking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm in my last year of A levels, and I would literally be counting down the days until I get to leave..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I could be bothered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or had the brain capacity left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm pretty sure that most people my age feel like this, but..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;If I could walk out now, and still have a good life?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;No questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm burned out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't do it any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And I don't even feel like it's worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you feel like this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you feel like this now?..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Is it just me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-2803405509883072181?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/2803405509883072181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=2803405509883072181' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/2803405509883072181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/2803405509883072181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2010/11/death-by-education.html' title='Death By Education..'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TOP9lxBUgZI/AAAAAAAAAkA/NWTjzVL8fsk/s72-c/HermioneHandUp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-1560679458959990733</id><published>2010-11-07T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T10:44:30.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.D.A - To Do Or Not To Do..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I went to meet the Mr in town.. While we were there, we stopped for a drink at a 'well known high street coffee retailer'..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;*cough* Cafe Nero *cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Anyway, while we were there, I started to feel really ill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Me and the Mr had been sat around a little table on separate chairs to drink our drinks, but when I started to feel sick, we moved onto the nearest sofa. We sat down, and he put his arm around me, and he gave me a kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I will admit, it wasn't a peck. But we were quiet, discrete, and there were only 2 other people in sight of us in the cafe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(a married couple, that we decided afterwards were unhappy :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These people, it seems, are not fans of public displays of affection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They complained to a member of staff, who came over and &lt;u&gt;told&lt;/u&gt; us to stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This member of staff was &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; polite, and looked at us like we were dirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It made me very angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm now boycotting Nero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We left very soon after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For us, kissing in public has never been something to frown over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're teenagers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We don't really have anywhere else to go, other than public places..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Preferably free ones, as we're not exactly made of money :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And personally, I've always found it quite a nice thought that people can feel comfortable enough with each other and the strength of their relationship to be open about it in that way..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No matter of their age..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TNbkwFWsWWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SoWSJulFTP4/s320/young+couple+flower.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 262px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536864306620815714" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where they are..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TNbkv21sdPI/AAAAAAAAAjY/eT6qzDgCgJU/s320/wall+kiss.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 224px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536864302724314354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who might be there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TNbkvoJjlRI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Y7VEK2IZoRE/s320/swing.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 263px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536864298781086994" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or the circumstances they're in..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TNbkvb-5l4I/AAAAAAAAAjI/mvhg2ZBVIMc/s320/famous+sailor+kiss.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 229px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536864295515166594" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To me, people should be able to express their feelings however and where ever they want. And people trying to impose on my relationship and tell me when and where I can express my feelings for my boyfriend really annoys me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the other hand.. I know that's not how some people feel so..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;What do you think?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is P.D.A something that should be accepted?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or should people be able to stop it when they want to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&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/457024919594523420-1560679458959990733?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/1560679458959990733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=1560679458959990733' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/1560679458959990733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/1560679458959990733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2010/11/pda-to-do-or-not-to-do.html' title='P.D.A - To Do Or Not To Do..'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TNbkwFWsWWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SoWSJulFTP4/s72-c/young+couple+flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-2208678081051949011</id><published>2010-11-06T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T15:19:41.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeny White Lie..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, a little while ago, I posted a piece on &lt;a href="http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2010/09/faith.html"&gt;faith..&lt;/a&gt; In this post, I wrote my thoughts on god, and religion, and the universe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other day, I got to thinking about what I said, and I realised..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know who I am at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what I believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm unsure about how to get what I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And occasionally, I think the universe is harsh and mean place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are times when I feel completely lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over and out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-2208678081051949011?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/2208678081051949011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=2208678081051949011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/2208678081051949011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/2208678081051949011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2010/11/teeny-white-lie.html' title='Teeny White Lie..'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-1706658108931313801</id><published>2010-10-20T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T12:25:55.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This Really The Way It Is Now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, I was sat chatting in my free.. *cough* ..sorry, 'Study Period', with two of my friends, and we got onto the subject of university.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now.. We're all in our final year of 6th Form.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're going to be moving on soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moving out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being independent..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meeting new people..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Creating new experiences..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Changing our whole lives on the basis of a few decisions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, I doubt it's escaped anyone's notice that the whole government/uni thing isn't going massively well at the moment.. Fee's are going up, places are becoming harder to get..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Basically, it's a nightmare for anyone who wants to go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then Katie started talking about what subject choices she'd made at the start of A Levels..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now.. She's &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; clever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like.. Stupidly clever..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And she took both English's, History and Maths..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Then dropped maths at the start of this year..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves English..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And she's amazingly good at it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But she was saying that she wishes she'd taken &lt;u&gt;science's.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not because she enjoys them, but because they'd give her more points to get into university.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean.. She's good at science as well, but I don't think she enjoys doing it much..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But she'd rather do something she didn't like, and get in to uni and get a job afterwards, because jobs to do with English aren't really that easy to come by, and it might be quite hard for her to find one..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then she said something that really hit home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'That's the price you pay for doing something you enjoy.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Is that's really what it's come to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is the world that &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;screwed up,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that we can't do what makes us happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can't do something we enjoy, because there's no money in it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or there's just not the opportunity?..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People don't jobs they really like, because.. They don't have chance..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That thought actually makes me really sad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are we going to end up with loads of really&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;unhappy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people in the world?..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People who don't like what they do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or where they are in their lives..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or the type of person they've turned into..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I suppose we'll all just have to hope won't we?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-1706658108931313801?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/1706658108931313801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=1706658108931313801' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/1706658108931313801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/1706658108931313801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2010/10/is-this-really-way-it-is-now.html' title='Is This Really The Way It Is Now?'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-399214743136509696</id><published>2010-10-11T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T14:10:51.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's To..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So recently.. I've been kinda busy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last week was show week, and it took &lt;u&gt;everything&lt;/u&gt; out of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It took all I had to get out of bed in the morning and go to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It took so much effort to carry on through the day and not pass out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While it was one of the hardest weeks I've had in a really long time, it was one of the most rewarding as well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While miming my way through a show,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Making friends with cast members I've never met,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laughing through dances I was getting wrong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And learning to cope with no where near enough sleep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I managed to find someone I thought I'd lost forever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But this wonderful person decided to let me back in to his life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back through the wall that I'd been gradually building..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back into his head..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Despite what had happened in the past,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And what I'd done to both of us..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm amazed that he had the strength to risk it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or the belief that I had grown enough not to mess it up again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just wanted to say thank you to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For hav&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ing su&lt;/span&gt;ch faith in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For having faith in us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And for giving me a &lt;u&gt;wonderful&lt;/u&gt; night at drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A night of laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And magic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cheesy as it sounds..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's what it was..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And I loved&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&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/457024919594523420-399214743136509696?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/399214743136509696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=399214743136509696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/399214743136509696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/399214743136509696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2010/10/heres-to.html' title='Here&apos;s To..'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-8667322579812169101</id><published>2010-09-24T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T16:47:22.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lately, I've been thinking a lot about higher powers. Religion. The universe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like the &lt;u&gt;idea&lt;/u&gt; of religion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The peaceful side of it. The love. The comfort of many people believing in one thing together. The unity that it brings, and the solace it must give those who have the confidence to feel it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dislike the other side.. The side that lives in shadows, making people live in fear. That kills, and believes that in doing so they are somehow making their souls more worthy of attention from a higher being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think that having that faith to believe in when everything else is going horribly wrong must be a wonderful thing. I imagine it to feel very safe. Like a huge blanket of comfort around you all the time. And along with that safety there must be a feeling of companionship. There are so many people out there who believe, that it must be hard to ever feel &lt;u&gt;truly&lt;/u&gt; lonely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This said..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I don't believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I just can't quite get my head around the concept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know it's not a giant man made out of clouds floating out there in the sky somewhere, but whenever I think of God, that's the image I see.. Whether he's floating just over my head, or in between the stars, it just seems to obvious. Too simplified. I've grown up in a family that doesn't believe.. It's what I'm used to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No.. I believe in the power of the universe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's vast enormousness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's undiscovered elements and entities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The endless possibilities that it presents to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;It's beauty..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The knowledge that no matter how hard man tries, he will never discover all of it's&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; secrets&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's unfathomable wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then I believe in superstition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And fate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And magic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And true love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I believe that there is a perfect person for everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I don't think that person is born for you alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think that they grow into the person you need them to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The one that we're 'meant to be with' proves to be a perfect fit, because we make them so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Soulmates grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;They are not formed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The power of the universe is what I choose to believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not writing this to force my opinions on anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't expect others to believe as I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For many people, this will seem the strange way of looking at the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I still haven't quite grasped it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it's a slightly Pagan way of thinking..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It makes me feel calmer, thinking that there's something there to look after me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even if it's not a floating man in a long white robe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like each star shines to keep me safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Each sunrise brings me hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Each sunset takes away my fears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I find the universe calming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's what I'm holding on to for now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you believe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&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/457024919594523420-8667322579812169101?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/8667322579812169101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=8667322579812169101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/8667322579812169101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/8667322579812169101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2010/09/faith.html' title='Faith..'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-1306466689224526471</id><published>2010-09-18T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T14:50:27.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Different We Are..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It hit me this week, how differently I look at the world compared to other people..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;For example..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the moment, we're studying The History of the American Musical in my performance class, and I've thrown myself into it hell for leather. I love musicals. I always have. Since I was a really small child.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember watching Grease for the first time at my cousins house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just sat in front of the TV, absolutely transfixed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't take my eyes away from the colours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; My ears drank in the music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart embraced the characters..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From that moment, my life has been consumed by the theatre. To me, music is music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's all &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's all &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;wondrous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For me, this type of study, where I have an excuse to watch Oklahoma and West Side Story and Carousel and every other musical under the sun is as enjoyable and fascinating as studying can be.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never really thought how unappealing it is to other people. One of my friends described Oklahoma as being 'too old'.. Another said that she'd rather have studied drama and law, over the American musical. To me, this was a completely unappealing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I couldn't comprehend how someone would rather look at law than West Side Story..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then today at work, I got talking to my boss..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm an optimist. To the extent that sometimes I think my happiness annoys people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's a realist and a pessimist. To the extent that sometimes he seems mardy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's not - he's just shy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were talking about the world.. How everyone seems so depressed.. How all the news is bad news.. How when a rare piece of good news comes along it's so frequently overshadowed by someone questioning it or saying it's not true..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It makes me sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't read newspapers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't watch the news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The extent of the news that I hear is on the radio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't like the gloom in the world..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But in all the sadness, and the misery.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I've found what I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I've found the people I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I've found my niche in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I'm weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I spill my heart out on the internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I act inappropriately with my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I don't swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes I'm really close to my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, this may make me strange in the eyes of many teenagers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love knowing who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you're all finding your feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-1306466689224526471?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/1306466689224526471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=1306466689224526471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/1306466689224526471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/1306466689224526471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-different-we-are.html' title='How Different We Are..'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-4211241441581474817</id><published>2010-09-16T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T14:49:55.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just To Dance..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight I had a breakthrough..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For my entire life, I've felt confident singing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For a really long time, I've felt confident acting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've never felt confident dancing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've never had formal dance classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've danced in shows as part of the musical theatre aspect of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Other than that, I've just danced around the kitchen or my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not quite the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because of that, whenever I've danced, I've felt out of place..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Undeserving to be on the stage.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dancing with people who've been doing it since they were 4..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seemed like I'd never match up to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was never worthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But tonight was different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tonight, I jumped, and skipped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tonight I flick-ball-changed to my hearts delight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tonight I span, and turned in mid air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tonight I didn't care if I went wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tonight I laughed and enjoyed the feel of my body moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tonight I flew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tonight I got lost in the dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The way I get lost singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight I felt like part of the music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At one with the music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It felt amazing to think that I'd gained the confidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The surety that I could do it if I wanted too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The peace, that I wasn't as bad as I thought I was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that made me amazingly happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It made me think I can do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can get to where I want to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And realising that, made me even happier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over and out :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-4211241441581474817?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/4211241441581474817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=4211241441581474817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/4211241441581474817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/4211241441581474817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-to-dance.html' title='Just To Dance..'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-7802987608242531233</id><published>2010-09-08T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:05:43.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh, The Power..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I went back to school today. And in true geek fashion, I was really excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd missed my all of my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd missed the routine I had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd missed feeling like I'd done something useful every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd missed learning (I'm a geek - I told you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd missed the walk to school as the sun comes up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(That one only happens a few times a year, but still..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd missed having people to talk too. Face to face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd missed my teachers. Yes. I really had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm that cool ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But today, I went back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I practically skipped down the drive this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Year 7's moved out of the way when I walked down the corridor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teachers came in and got excited when I said I'd done their summer work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got asked to come in and talk to year 12's about how hard they need to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I'm sure they'll love me for it :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got the make deputy-head-girl decisions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got to put up posters for a party I was helping to organise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was a good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell me off if I start moaning about it in a few weeks ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&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/457024919594523420-7802987608242531233?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/7802987608242531233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=7802987608242531233' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/7802987608242531233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/7802987608242531233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2010/09/ahh-power.html' title='Ahh, The Power..'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-1407194889245930002</id><published>2010-08-29T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T12:03:37.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'I don't know where we went so wrong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You were right there, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But somehow my friend had gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay we got broken, but we could start again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It could be like the old days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If we could just pretend..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's make it feel like the first time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And start from now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tape over the memories of last time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But learn somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leave the words we said behind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when we fall asleep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's make it feel like the first time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know all the words to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Know how to please you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not how to ease your pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day we'll look back and,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We'll laugh out loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It could be like the old days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We'll paint this whole damn town..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's make it feel like the first time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And start from now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tape over the memories of last time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But learn somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leave the words we said behind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when we fall asleep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's make it feel like the first time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're down to our last chance now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forget that you know me inside out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's make it feel like the first time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And start from now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paint over the memories of last time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But learn somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leave the words we said behind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when we fall asleep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's make it feel like the first time.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Because I love Newton Faulkner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Because I can't let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&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/457024919594523420-1407194889245930002?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/1407194889245930002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=1407194889245930002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/1407194889245930002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/1407194889245930002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2010/08/damn-it.html' title='Damn It.'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-9034975612394085620</id><published>2010-08-27T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T09:08:19.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old and the New..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are so many things that have changed this year.. So many things that used to be, are no longer.. And new things have appeared in my life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Miss:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Being able to get up at 7.30 and still be on time for school, instead of 6.30 and only just getting out the door..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- When you could text someone and they'd actually reply straight away instead of having to check your phone just in case they've thought to answer..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- When liking someone was simple, and didn't make you want to run to them and beg them to care as much as you do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- When summer was summer, not wet and November-like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- When you always knew where you stood people, and no-one faked anything, or lied..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- When people wrote letters, or talked on the phone.. When contact was direct rather than secondary, and people actually talked to one another..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- When people you trusted wouldn't do anything to break the trust. Only reinforce it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- When going back to school was just routine, rather than the beginning of the end..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- When I didn't need to think about what I wanted to do with the rest of my life so seriously.. I could just hope and dream about what I might become..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it's not all bad changes and depression.. Believe it or not I'm actually quite a happy little person.. So in light of that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Welcome:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- My final year of school.. It's both wonderful and terrifying at the same time, but I'm quite excited about it in a 'perched on the edge of my seat' kind of way..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Going back to school as Deputy Head Girl, instead of the weird new kid..&lt;br /&gt;- Getting rid of my fish tank. Watching them all die one after another was too depressing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Autumn. It's possibly my favourite season, with it's amazing colours and sunsets.. Autumn gives me hope, and joy.. I can't wait for the leaves to start falling..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Going back to school.. I miss my friends.. And in a way I miss the mundaneness of knowing what I'm going to be doing when..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- The excersize that going back to school will force me to do. Walking there and back, dancing again.. I feel like I put on loads of weight over the summer, and I really hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- My close-knit family unit of 10 getting closer again, after too much time being separate.. We're not really one family, but 2.. But we'd grown up together, and then drifted apart, and now we're coming back together, and I love it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Getting over past trails after many attempts. Moving on from mistakes.. Learning to look at things with new eyes.. Letting go of things I messed up, but left too late to change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Getting back into my jewellery making. Creating things.. Slaving for hours over a single piece, and then the feeling of satisfaction when it's finished..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; - Getting to that point with driving when things happen out of instinct, and my mum can stand to be in a car with me at the wheel :P ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- The new people who have just, or are about to come into my life.. I hope that I make as much of an impact on their lives as they have on mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's been a lot of change.. And I'm gradually getting used to most of it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&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/457024919594523420-9034975612394085620?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/9034975612394085620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=9034975612394085620' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/9034975612394085620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/9034975612394085620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2010/08/old-and-new.html' title='The Old and the New..'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-9194238568257959609</id><published>2010-08-26T15:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T15:45:50.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh.. Right. Thanks For That..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just had to sit and listen to my own family talking about whether or not I'm going to succeed as a West End actress..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For 20 minutes, I could hear as they talked about it. There was nothing I could do to stop it, and no way I could drown out the conversation. So I ended up listening through a door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like a criminal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What they said really shook my confidence..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean, if my own family think something like that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know they were discussing it because they have to look out for me, like all parents would, but I don't think they realised I could hear them.. I don't think they realise that I know what kind of world I'm trying to break into.. I'm prepared.. I know how hard it'll be, and I can't WAIT to take on the challenge.. I want this more than anything in the world. And not for the applause, or the fame, or even for the money - because most of the time, I won't have all that much, and I'm ok with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No. I want it for the thrill. The high that nothing but the stage can give me. That feeling of complete and utter bliss. Of ecstacty. Of joy that nothing else has ever, or will ever, match. It's a completeness you can't find anywhere else.. You feel at one with everyone in the room, and at the same time totally seperate from anyone else in the world. Not in a selfish way.. Just in a way of happiness and solidarity with your own capabilities.. With your own soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's what I want this so badly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now.. Now I'm not so sure..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mum, I know you read this. Please don't bring it up with me, or get angry.. Just leave it unless I bring it up myself.. I don't want it discussed any more for now. Hearing it all once was plenty..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&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/457024919594523420-9194238568257959609?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/9194238568257959609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=9194238568257959609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/9194238568257959609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/9194238568257959609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-right-thanks-for-that.html' title='Oh.. Right. Thanks For That..'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-5337380968693141767</id><published>2010-08-20T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T15:36:21.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Universe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recently, I've started talking to The Universe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Thanking&lt;/span&gt; it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Questioning&lt;/span&gt; it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Reasoning&lt;/span&gt; with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Attempting to make sense&lt;/span&gt; out of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Universe always rescues me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It gives me rainbows when I'm down..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunsets when I'm lonely..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TG7_wqyG-_I/AAAAAAAAAik/EFOtDI-kruA/s320/045.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507620605903961074" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TG7_xCTiO3I/AAAAAAAAAis/_aGq_mVyJdI/s320/009+(3).JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507620612218174322" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rain when I need to wash things away..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flowers to make me smile..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TG7_xVB2P-I/AAAAAAAAAi0/q5mAWcXmSQc/s320/058.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507620617244262370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Universe has never failed me. And hopefully I will never fail it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It makes sense out of everything I see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The from the most obvious landmarks, to the smallest details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will never understand why people do the things that they do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why we act on impulse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why we let our emotions tear us and others apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How people can do horrible things and not even care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or even stupid things. Like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;freaking out&lt;/span&gt; after eating too much fatty food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight, I sat with The Universe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Under the stars and the clouds.. Watching the moon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wishing I could be that little bit closer to the infinite space that's out of my reach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feeling so much a part of it, but so insignificant at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;A tiny detail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It made me think about &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;my&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Universe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Universe that I want to create for myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A haven for my dreams and thoughts..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A place of sanctuary in times of trouble, and answers in times of need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until I get my own, I just wanted to say..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you, Universe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&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/457024919594523420-5337380968693141767?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/5337380968693141767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=5337380968693141767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/5337380968693141767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/5337380968693141767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-universe.html' title='Dear Universe..'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TG7_wqyG-_I/AAAAAAAAAik/EFOtDI-kruA/s72-c/045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-528454094862531216</id><published>2010-08-12T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T08:55:35.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Own Skin..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was younger, I wanted to be a princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be locked in a magical tower, waiting for the day when my handsome prince will come and rescue me from the terrifying beast who kept me where I was.. Like every typical 6 year old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was a bit older, I wanted to be famous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And rich. And have enough power to make people love me. To wear beautiful clothes, and live in a beautiful house.. To be important. Like every typical 12 year old..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, I became very self concious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cared too much that I didn't like wearing the trendiest clothes, or listening to the music that everyone else liked.. I hated that I didn't fit in with the niche's of my school, or the cliché's that everyone else just seemed to slot into so effortlessly.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wasn't perfect. I'm &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;not &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;perfect. Far from it. I don't think anyone can ever be perfect. And I &lt;u&gt;hope&lt;/u&gt; that no-one ever expects me to be perfect and fit in with the prim and proper barbie dolls that seem to roam the streets..  Because I won't.. I never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;And I'm ok with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day, it finally hit me that I didn't want to be perfect. My princess dream was never going to happen, and there is no prince ready to come and whisk me away.. There may be someone close, but like I said.. No-one's perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My idea's of fame ended when I started reading all the magazine's about celebrities lives and the problems they have.. The media's a horrible, hateful thing, and it rips people's lives apart. That is not a world I want to be a part of.. Those realisations were about year 11 time.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I changed schools, and went into year 12, I really started to come into my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a turning point for me. It was the first time that I really felt that the people I was around didn't really care what I wore, or the kind of person I was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or maybe I suddenly became confident enough to not care if they did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, I'm brave enough to say that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I wear crazy bright tights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I put flowers in my hair, and I love the way it makes me feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I would quite happily be an elf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I turn chewing gum into little parcels in my mouth with my tongue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I wear shorts under &lt;u&gt;any&lt;/u&gt; skirt I ever wear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I do it because I'm paranoid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- It makes me sad that more people don't read this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- At the same time, I feel safe knowing only the important people do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I watch way too much American TV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I find the world beautiful, even in busy, crowded, dirty, sad places&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I talk to characters on TV shows, because I think it will make them less stupid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I love my family, and how involved in my life they are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I love that my mum waves to anyone on my webcam, and my dad hides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I'm useless at keeping fish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I have a draw of chocolate in my bedroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I dip into it &lt;u&gt;waaay&lt;/u&gt; too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I often have days where I hate something about the way I look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- It's usually my stomach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I'm working on getting over it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I'm not always a good person, no matter how much I try to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I'm dreading my exam results as I actually have no idea what to expect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I get jealous of people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- It's happening less often, which makes me very happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I want to be more of a hippy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I sing to show tunes when I'm stressed because it cheers me up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I want to end up in the West End&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I am beginning to believe that I may actually get there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Part of me still think's it's wishful thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And most importantly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I am happy in the skin I'm in.. As the person I am.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the person I'm turning into.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I try to never get angry at the universe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over and out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&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/457024919594523420-528454094862531216?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/528454094862531216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=528454094862531216' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/528454094862531216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/528454094862531216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-my-own-skin.html' title='In My Own Skin..'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-8487770596523069457</id><published>2010-08-11T03:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T03:42:46.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pond..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, last weekend, I was at a Doctor Who convention in Summerset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Because I'm the biggest nerd ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was hired to be an Amy Pond look a like for the weekend.. Walk 'round Fleet Air Arms Museum, talking to families and little kids.. Posing for photographs.. Signing the odd autograph as 'Amy Pond' here and there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The whole weekend was really amazing. Completely overwhelming, but amazing at the same time. It's brilliant how quickly you get used to walking into a room and seeing full sized Daleks and cybermen wandering (or trundling in a Daleks case..) around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, I'm not going to pretend that I'm one of the hard core DW fans.. I enjoy the show a lot, but I'm nothing compared to this lot. They were wonderful, but completely obsessed :') It was great, and I had loads of fun with them. I'm looking forward to seeing some of them again at a convention at Magna in November..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TGJ7Vns80dI/AAAAAAAAAh8/9niUyYJ1Hho/s320/DSCF3584.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504097305965154770" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did realise though, that if I say 'I want a K9' to these people, unlike my mum and dad; who just shake their heads a sigh, they'll start telling me who can make me one! I actually had to stop someone talking about it :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TGJ7VKlt1pI/AAAAAAAAAh0/hhwWq0TbQKI/s320/DSCF3566.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504097298150184594" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TGJ7U88NVhI/AAAAAAAAAhs/orrqMCtr-3c/s320/DSCF3666.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504097294486427154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I don't look like her.. The outfit was basically right though.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could cope knowing I don't look like her. I was happy to be a part of the weekend, and embrace that people knew who I was &lt;i&gt;meant&lt;/i&gt; to be. I didn't need to see someone on Facebook saying: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;'You'll never be Amy Pond, bitch.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They didn't say it directly to me, it was a status, but who else can that be aimed at really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If they'd spoken to me recently, they'd know I agree with them. Rather than just making me feel both ridiculous and about 2 foot tall. I know I take things far too personally anyway, but that really got to me :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So thanks for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TGJ7UmS3h8I/AAAAAAAAAhk/22XcuRyWhpU/s320/DSCF3568.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504097288407451586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I now have a soft spot for Cybermen.. Hard not too really, when you see 2 year old children in normal clothes, running around with cyber helmets on.. Baby cybers are too cute to hate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TGJ7UDOVXFI/AAAAAAAAAhc/QSXTTF9TSek/s320/DSCF3559.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504097278993194066" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I drove this Dalek. It was amazing. Although, I had an accent for the weekend to be Amy, and I couldn't loose it when I was in the Dalek, so even with the voice changer I was Scottish. Luckily, only one person noticed, and I managed to move away pretty quickly from him :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yeah.. That was my surreal weekend.. Going back to normality afterwards was strange.. And really boring actually.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man, normal life sucks sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-8487770596523069457?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/8487770596523069457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=8487770596523069457' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/8487770596523069457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/8487770596523069457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2010/08/pond.html' title='Pond..'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TGJ7Vns80dI/AAAAAAAAAh8/9niUyYJ1Hho/s72-c/DSCF3584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-2418040928802633692</id><published>2010-08-02T03:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T04:42:44.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Things that have changed for me recently..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- My hair is a brighter &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; than ever. It may seem impossible, but it is true :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I'm now Deputy Head Girl at my sixth form, meaning that I have a small amount of influence in the things that go on within upper school.. It's quite a nice feeling :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I'm now a year 13, meaning I'm in my final year of school before university. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;It's terrifying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I learnt the hard way what kind of person I don't want to be with. Due to miscalculations of many things, from a persons character to my level of tolerance for general idiocy I ended up being in a doomed relationship.. That I'm now out of.. Although I think he forgets that sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- The previous change led to me actually liking being single. Since my long term relationship ending I'd missed having someone that I could talk too about rubbish, stay up late talking too and text all the time. Now I've decided that I'd rather be happy and alone for a while..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- My general outlook on life is very different to how it used to be.. I can't put my finger on why or when in particular it changed, but I much prefer it this way. The world seems &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;brighter..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most days the birds seem louder.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- I'm pretty sure I've become a happier person. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think that this is my favourite change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;- I managed to cross number 39 off my life list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;I slept under the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;At a festival. (Not a requirement, but a massive added bonus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was probably one of the best weekends of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The people (both old and new), the music, the late nights, the early mornings, the general feeling around the camp site, the craft tents, the clothes, the crazy hippies wandering 'round and looking perfectly normal (the way they should all the time), the vegan food van, singing along to a guitar really loud until 3 in the morning, the freedom, and yes, to a certain degree, the alcohol :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TFaqdjfc-3I/AAAAAAAAAhU/I8Cku2XZtSU/s320/176.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500771419599731570" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TFaqdCsQccI/AAAAAAAAAhM/EO3LV3H8hRw/s320/136.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500771410795065794" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Stainsby '10 made my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S'later :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&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/457024919594523420-2418040928802633692?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/2418040928802633692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=2418040928802633692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/2418040928802633692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/2418040928802633692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2010/08/changes.html' title='Changes..'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/TFaqdjfc-3I/AAAAAAAAAhU/I8Cku2XZtSU/s72-c/176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-4640804460414522323</id><published>2010-04-15T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T12:26:23.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This 'Growing Up' Business.. It's hard..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've had to do many things, in the course of growing up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've broken up with my boyfriend.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was hard.. And &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;horrible&lt;/span&gt;.. But for the best. And he knows that. We both do.. It's a bit lonely.. We lasted 8 months.. I'm proud of us.. It just got too much, on top of everything else..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday I attempted to sleep without my phone by my bed, because I knew there was no point in it being there.. No-one was going to text me.. It was strange. I'm not doing it again. The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt; is going to keep it there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've had to work like hell recently. Juggling all the revision I have to do for my exams, as well as being the lead in Hairspray.. I'm so busy that sometimes I feel I barely have time to breath.. But at the same time as panicking like hell,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; I love it&lt;/span&gt;.. I'm revelling in the time that I get to keep moving.. The times that I'm out of my house, on my own..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm trying to be more independent.. Getting too and from places on my own.. Just generally attempting to be a bit more grown up..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt; It's hard work.&lt;/span&gt; It's always so easy to ask for a lift somewhere, or a bit of extra money.. But I'm not. Today I asked for a lift after painting set for 2 and 1/2 hours.. Other than that I've walked everywhere these past few weeks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;But, on the other hand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've discovered many joys..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Singing to Glee in the shower has proven to be a brilliant way to cheer myself up after a hard day. It makes me very happy.. Especially their version of 'Walking on Sunshine/Halo'. That's a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; really&lt;/span&gt; good one :D..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walking home in the sun. The feeling of the sun on my face, and a little breeze in my hair is one of the best in the world.. Just the knowledge that summer is so close gets me through the cloudy days.. I hate cloudy days.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've created a list of things I want to achieve in my life.. My Life List comes everywhere with me, just in case I manage to do anything.. At the moment I'm on 89. I've completed 7. I feel that this is a serious accomplishment :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway.. I'll write again soon :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-4640804460414522323?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/4640804460414522323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=4640804460414522323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/4640804460414522323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/4640804460414522323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-growing-up-business-its-hard.html' title='This &apos;Growing Up&apos; Business.. It&apos;s hard..'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-2525300589210894289</id><published>2010-02-09T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T14:26:01.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Spring...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Spring...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The way the light brightens the house up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/S3GS2cEmoII/AAAAAAAAAgc/XjFis-4nmG8/s1600-h/DSCF1120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/S3GS2cEmoII/AAAAAAAAAgc/XjFis-4nmG8/s320/DSCF1120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436287689158992002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The way the trees cast longer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;darker shadows on the ground...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/S3GS1-rDamI/AAAAAAAAAgU/ST2jweZgq9Q/s1600-h/DSCF1119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/S3GS1-rDamI/AAAAAAAAAgU/ST2jweZgq9Q/s320/DSCF1119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436287681267198562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The way the drive lights up, so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can actually see where I'm going...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/S3GS1oqWo6I/AAAAAAAAAgM/fFTMaLBtVSg/s1600-h/DSCF1118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/S3GS1oqWo6I/AAAAAAAAAgM/fFTMaLBtVSg/s320/DSCF1118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436287675358684066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How blue the sky is compared to the trees...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/S3GS1ExWHuI/AAAAAAAAAgE/_7OWCMmnp2U/s1600-h/DSCF1117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/S3GS1ExWHuI/AAAAAAAAAgE/_7OWCMmnp2U/s320/DSCF1117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436287665724333794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And during winter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always forget how bright the sun can be... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/S3GS0o4locI/AAAAAAAAAf8/NhimGZoOrTw/s1600-h/DSCF1116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/S3GS0o4locI/AAAAAAAAAf8/NhimGZoOrTw/s320/DSCF1116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436287658238517698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Spring... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It means it's one step closer to Summer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&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/457024919594523420-2525300589210894289?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/2525300589210894289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=2525300589210894289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/2525300589210894289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/2525300589210894289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-spring.html' title='I Love Spring...'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/S3GS2cEmoII/AAAAAAAAAgc/XjFis-4nmG8/s72-c/DSCF1120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-3751464813107412551</id><published>2010-01-13T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T13:52:52.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Stage...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x9d28q_glee-dont-stop-believe_shortfilms"&gt;http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x9d28q_glee-dont-stop-believe_shortfilms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, it's Glee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, it's the definition of cheese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;No. I don't care.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because it is. It really is &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;glee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. That feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing can top the high of being on stage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Singing with people you love. A song you've learnt to love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;It's the best high in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This clip really made me miss the stage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That whole world...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate not being a proper part of it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I live for that high.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll get there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm not going to watch other people living my dream my whole life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing can keep me off the stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's such a part of me, that watching shows like this makes me jealous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate that they have such good stages in America.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They always have tonnes of talented people in one school in the films.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They all get the right opportunities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The right people to see them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To teach them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't care about fame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't care about money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;need&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; the stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And everything that comes with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Give me lights and stress over an office and stability anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you Glee, for re-affirming my faith in myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am &lt;u&gt;going&lt;/u&gt; to get there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;You just watch me.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-3751464813107412551?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/3751464813107412551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=3751464813107412551' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/3751464813107412551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/3751464813107412551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-miss.html' title='I Miss...'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-7552037061905706918</id><published>2010-01-10T03:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T03:34:23.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh How I Love Whimsy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I decided recently, that I want to become far more elfin... I love all things small, and earthy.. Flowers, birds... Nature in general... And I want to feel like more of a part of it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was looking on Etsy recently, and come across some beautiful whimsical headbands and bobbie-pin style accessories... The only trouble is, I'm not the richest person in the world, and this shop is very good quality... And therefore, a bit too costly for my meagre budget... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But with things like this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ny-image3.etsy.com//il_430xN.113900887.jpg" alt="Rose - a whimsical hair wreath" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ny-image1.etsy.com//il_430xN.113896333.jpg" alt="Delicate pink flower bobbies - set of two" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm finding it very hard to care about the money... Really all I want to do is order them and get them here as soon as possible, so I can wear them every day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If anyone is interested, the site I found them on is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/gardensofwhimsy"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop/gardensofwhimsy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would really appreciate some help trying to find some other items that are as beautiful as these, but cheaper... If you can think of any sites, or shops at all, please comment and tell me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will be an elf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If it's the last thing I do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-7552037061905706918?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/7552037061905706918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=7552037061905706918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/7552037061905706918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/7552037061905706918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-how-i-love-whimsy.html' title='Oh How I Love Whimsy...'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-4005279280042031851</id><published>2010-01-09T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T15:56:45.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now was everyday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd lock up the gates to Atlantis,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And hide the second star to the right,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or maybe I'd run 'round the world backwards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If it meant I could keep hold of tonight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because there's nothing in the world that can move me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like the touch of your hand holding mine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or the feeling contained in a whisper,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you promise that it'll all turn out fine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't care if they say it's too early,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because even young love can be true,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I know that what I feel is a heartbreak,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every time I have to let go of you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love that with you words come quickly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As they race to get out of my head,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if it was between you and writing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd always pick you first instead...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I know this all sounds really cheesy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like a bad film that plays on repeat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'd rather that I learnt how to say it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Than just think it and stare at my feet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just bring me Everyday... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-4005279280042031851?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/4005279280042031851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=4005279280042031851' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/4005279280042031851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/4005279280042031851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-only.html' title='If only...'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-2168246389076812018</id><published>2009-11-27T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T02:07:27.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Just Won't Understand...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408722684190146098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sw-kn-fAPjI/AAAAAAAAAfs/SnpVOv69jEU/s320/mystery_google_crop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My love for Mystery Google...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-2168246389076812018?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/2168246389076812018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=2168246389076812018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/2168246389076812018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/2168246389076812018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-just-wont-understand.html' title='You Just Won&apos;t Understand...'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sw-kn-fAPjI/AAAAAAAAAfs/SnpVOv69jEU/s72-c/mystery_google_crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-2182360361857038607</id><published>2009-11-24T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T03:48:02.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day I Will Learn To Sail...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'I am not affraid of storms,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For I'm learning how to sail my ship...'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lousia M. Alcott...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-2182360361857038607?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/2182360361857038607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=2182360361857038607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/2182360361857038607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/2182360361857038607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-day-i-will-learn-to-sail.html' title='One Day I Will Learn To Sail...'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-4254285739477835985</id><published>2009-11-13T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T04:02:40.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons To...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, I got told off by Melissa (Of -&lt;a href="http://cakerubble.blogspot.com/"&gt; All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them. &lt;/a&gt;) because I haven't been writing my posts properly... Well... I haven't been writing enough :P... So, I'm writing again, to keep her happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really pleased with that last entry, which is maybe why I left it up for so long. I wanted more people to have the chance to see it... I really love those photo's and it really made me happy to take them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got asked today if I was planning to take any more, because Jacob wanted to see them. Bless him :) ... I've taken some more, and I've just found out that I can put them on at school, because the memory card fits in the PC!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Days :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go... Some more reasons, why everyone should love autumn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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;When Rainbows just make it through the clouds... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403551908646664402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sv1F1OhEuNI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ApAVd7lQ3nA/s320/DSCF9446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they still manage to make the sky light up... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403551896627079906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sv1F0hvYauI/AAAAAAAAAeE/bdohFKG2CqQ/s320/DSCF9444.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the sky is so blue that the ground looks dark...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403551910579848754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sv1F1Vt-xjI/AAAAAAAAAeU/arOxaoYW9AQ/s320/DSCF9448.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the tree's just can't quite make up their minds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403551914481880706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sv1F1kQTDoI/AAAAAAAAAec/ORKXeK8ls7k/s320/DSCF9449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;About whether they sould be red...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403551921880645362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sv1F1_0TPvI/AAAAAAAAAek/da4W2PEs1Ys/s320/DSCF9450.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Or yellow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403552041948217522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sv1F8_GpALI/AAAAAAAAAes/jnBv5Fcr1U4/s320/DSCF9451.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When the sky's so blue that the tree's look even more colourful...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403556316584301442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sv1J1zXTU4I/AAAAAAAAAfk/CEnx5lSxPmM/s320/DSCF9576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When the trees are dark, when the sky is still light...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403556315542216418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sv1J1ve2XuI/AAAAAAAAAfc/HmZam1nf8i4/s320/DSCF9572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you can still see the sun when the tree's are dark... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403554148753520290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sv1H3nkKtqI/AAAAAAAAAe0/VTVNuLQ10ZQ/s320/DSCF9570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reasons to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; Your Friends...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can pull stupid faces with them... And they won't judge you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403554167460327874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sv1H4tQN8cI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4BYTOsc7n2Y/s320/DSCF9461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because they perform in gigs, and make you go...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403554151058030018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sv1H3wJmvcI/AAAAAAAAAe8/HDzWAMR0owk/s320/DSCF9544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Because when you forget a sign, they always have a pen...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403554156445351826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sv1H4EOCv5I/AAAAAAAAAfE/hPKtXixnlrI/s320/DSCF9508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they leave you for a few minutes, so you can be with your boyfriend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403554161390343410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sv1H4WpBVPI/AAAAAAAAAfM/L55XhY1pd80/s320/DSCF9467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy :) ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-4254285739477835985?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/4254285739477835985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=4254285739477835985' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/4254285739477835985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/4254285739477835985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/11/reasons-to.html' title='Reasons To...'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sv1F1OhEuNI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ApAVd7lQ3nA/s72-c/DSCF9446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-7540096878294680203</id><published>2009-10-25T15:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T16:12:01.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Autumn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Love How The Trees Look Like A Rainbow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SuTSAzrPYnI/AAAAAAAAAb8/AJu1PV0NUUU/s320/2009_1025NewCamera0135.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396669164810101362" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Love How The Light Filters Through The Leaves...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SuTSB0REOFI/AAAAAAAAAcU/BKHsmed5abY/s320/2009_1025NewCamera0146.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396669182148622418" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Love The Mountains Of Leaves On Roadsides...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SuTa1ZSCXBI/AAAAAAAAAd0/SJnFS-7IEoA/s320/2009_1025NewCamera0145.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396678864351157266" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esspecially When They Crunch Under My Feet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SuTa1v_QyII/AAAAAAAAAd8/aL9KOuFN-Jk/s320/2009_1025NewCamera0166.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396678870446426242" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Love When My Feet Stand Out Against The Ground...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SuTSBRm1VzI/AAAAAAAAAcE/0qvvARTJZ0c/s320/2009_1025NewCamera0144.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396669172844681010" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Love When The Smallest Trees Have The Brightest Colours...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SuTSAcgFX3I/AAAAAAAAAb0/0UbceVikrdM/s320/2009_1025NewCamera0142.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396669158589292402" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Love Randomly Possitioned Traffic Cones...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SuTW2m-FRzI/AAAAAAAAAdk/vpLVdbNnc8Q/s320/2009_1025NewCamera0167.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396674487158916914" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Love How The Litte Flowers Look Against The Sky...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SuTW1ySP9XI/AAAAAAAAAdU/hge_MvUn2U4/s320/2009_1025NewCamera0163.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396674473016423794" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Love How My Town Looks In The Light...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SuTW1IfSHCI/AAAAAAAAAdM/i6pJzB4RbjE/s320/2009_1025NewCamera0159.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396674461796801570" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Love Illiterate Grafitti Artists...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SuTW0nqF4gI/AAAAAAAAAdE/b34vLjMK8wY/s320/2009_1025NewCamera0158.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396674452983767554" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Love Puffy Autumn Coats...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SuTU-A8KtwI/AAAAAAAAAc0/fulLicJST2I/s320/2009_1025NewCamera0154.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396672415366035202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Love How Bright My Hair Looks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SuTU9vXPB-I/AAAAAAAAAcs/eTeUDSgMX54/s320/2009_1025NewCamera0151.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396672410647726050" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Love How Bright And Clear The Sky Is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SuTU9KVrCbI/AAAAAAAAAck/CXdO25yriew/s320/2009_1025NewCamera0150.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396672400709061042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Love The Contrast Of The Trees...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SuTU8zIQK1I/AAAAAAAAAcc/4ZzxKqGd_UQ/s320/2009_1025NewCamera0149.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396672394478758738" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Love How Wrong It Looks, Having A Clear Sky, At The Same Time As The Christmas Lights...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SuTU-oR_NDI/AAAAAAAAAc8/YSTB6jP7R5k/s320/2009_1025NewCamera0160.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396672425926538290" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As Much As I Complain About It, I Love Autumn... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-7540096878294680203?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/7540096878294680203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=7540096878294680203' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/7540096878294680203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/7540096878294680203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-autumn.html' title='I Love Autumn...'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SuTSAzrPYnI/AAAAAAAAAb8/AJu1PV0NUUU/s72-c/2009_1025NewCamera0135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-6105671666368399743</id><published>2009-10-22T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T06:08:37.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Starts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well bloggers, how are you likin my new&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; background??!!&lt;/span&gt; ... I'm loving blogging at the moment. I think it might be because iv got &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SO MANY PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt; at school into blogging :P (See my blog list) ... They're all very cool, and i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; them tres much :D ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were meant to be dressing up today, for halloween, to raise money for a charity that's near to us, but it got canceled yesterday because it was supposedly &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'disrespectful' &lt;/span&gt;to the reason we're raising money for this particular charity. A teacher at this school died last year, and the charity helped her before she passed. I don't see why it would be disrespectful though, because from what i've heard of this woman, she would have loved it and thought it was a right laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But oh well... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've postponed it, so I can be a&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; geek&lt;/span&gt; another time :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday night made up for the disapoinment though :D ... The 6th form (which is made up of years 12 &amp;amp; 13 for those readers who are American) had a MAHUUUSIVE game of Manhunt up at one of the woods near us. We basically had a huge team game of hide and seek in the dark, in a wood... &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Because we're that mature and cool :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It really was a rediculous amount of fun. I got stuck in trees, i got twigs and holly in my hair, i got covered in mud and camoflarge (sp?) paint - yes, we really did take it that seriously - and i had an absolutely &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;BRILLIANT&lt;/span&gt; time doing it :) ... It got the 2 sets of years talking abit more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love it when there aren't any boundaries about who you talk too. When no one is scared to approach someone just because they're in a higher year. Years don't mean anything. Just that you were born a bit earlier. Age shouldn't matter. Not in schools anyway. I can't wait until we're all so comfortable with each other that we can just strole over to a y13 and strike up a conversation out of thin air :D... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I really love my new school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It makes me happy :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still miss my old one occasionally, and i still miss &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;JALS&lt;/span&gt; a lot, but I'm so happy, and my world is getting more and more interesting as every day passes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Any who :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laura (See &lt;a href="http://barker-italiano.blogspot.com/"&gt;Barker&lt;/a&gt;)told me today, that she thinks i have more time in a day than normal people do, because i manage to fit everything in. She doesn't understand how i manage to do &lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;everything...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the moment my weekly plan is looking a bit like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; School, G&amp;amp;S Drama Academy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; School, Chesterfield Studios doing Hairspray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; School, Singing lesson, Open mic night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; School, Normally i get the night off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; School, Normally i get the night off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Work 10 - 5...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Homework day, unless i've been organised and done it during the week like a good girl :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The truth is that i don't &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; how i do it all. All my homework gets done, i go to all my lessons, and i rarely miss any of my drama things. Maybe i have &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;guardian fairies&lt;/span&gt; or something... I actually can't understand how i manage to do it all... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But i do ... Happy days :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, i've got some research to do, so ill sign off :) ... Hopefully getting a new camera tomorrow, so should have some photos up soon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, and ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE BECKY!!! ... AND AMY!!! AND SIAN!! AND BECKY!! AND STEVIE!! AND KATIE!! AND JESSIE!! AND MELISSA!! AND LAURA!! AND JACK!! AND DANE!! AND JACOB!! ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh sod it, i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; my school :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-6105671666368399743?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/6105671666368399743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=6105671666368399743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/6105671666368399743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/6105671666368399743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-starts.html' title='New Starts...'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-8244413076138734559</id><published>2009-10-07T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:57:37.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flippin' 'Eck...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well my gosh it's been a long time since i did this... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me, being the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;rebellious little fiend&lt;/span&gt; that i am, am writing this from an ICT room at my school!! ... Study period flashback much???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, this time, im with &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Becky&lt;/span&gt;... Who, let's face it, is quiiiiiiite rockin', and has adopted me as her geek :P ... Good tiiiimes :D .. We're meant to be doing some work in our study lesson, to work out and find examples of persuasive texts or speeches for English Language... However, i thought id check in on blog land while im here :P .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to do another blog soon, with photo's from the 6th Form Party i went to last week, which was &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;awsome!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ... So, yeah, they'll be up soon :) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Incase you hadn't noticed, im abit &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;happier&lt;/span&gt; than i was last time i wrote.. mainly because i want to be, and if i want to be happy, i will be :) Simple as... )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So how are you doing petit peeps? ... Have you missed me? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-8244413076138734559?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/8244413076138734559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=8244413076138734559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/8244413076138734559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/8244413076138734559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/10/flippin-eck.html' title='Flippin&apos; &apos;Eck...'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-4513597829118981094</id><published>2009-09-21T14:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T14:31:49.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell happened to us?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's switching schools&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; She's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;BLOODY&lt;/span&gt; switching schools??? I was her &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;BEST FRIEND,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and i didnt know. I know im not at the same school as her, but personally, i think i deserve to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As far as i can see, it's to be with her &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;boyfriend...&lt;/span&gt; i cant see any other attraction to that school personally... and if that's why she's going there, then she's in for a disapointment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Darlin, i love you so much, but you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;MUST&lt;/span&gt; know, that at 16, your relationship &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;WILL NOT LAST.&lt;/span&gt; If you are switching to be with him, my advice is : Dont. Those friends of his that you've made? Who will they side with &lt;u&gt;when&lt;/u&gt; you break up? Who will you be left with at your new school? ... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Think about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You start there tomorrow... were you ever going to tell me? ... I had to find out from the Facebook status of Sarah's boyfriend of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;3 DAYS!!!...&lt;/span&gt; You may have been planning on telling me, but as far as i can tell, iv just been kept &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;out of the loop,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;on my own,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;and in the dark... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were all so close... and now look whats happened? a massive dessision like this, and i didnt know ANYTHING about it until FACEBOOK TELLS ME! ... Didnt i at least diserve a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;text?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;I miss how things used to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; old you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt; we &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;left school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i left you all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;And before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;he came along...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im sorry... But it's the truth... Something that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; at the moment, you seem incapable of telling... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at how we were... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SrfwV3Sz9QI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Y2ju1p2B0rk/s320/P1010475.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384036137955489026" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why is this crumbling? ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt; /3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-4513597829118981094?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/4513597829118981094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=4513597829118981094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/4513597829118981094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/4513597829118981094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-hell-happened-to-us.html' title='What the hell happened to us?'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SrfwV3Sz9QI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Y2ju1p2B0rk/s72-c/P1010475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-3735087034950113453</id><published>2009-09-07T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:11:41.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GCSE's, and the Official End of Summer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My my, i have been neglecting my blog!!! ... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sacre Blur and Blady 'Ell!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right... so much to say :P ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GCSE results came out, and I did better in many subjects than i thought i would, but not as well as i wanted too in 1... Which was music... Which is my main subject... So i was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;quite annoyed&lt;/span&gt; about that... But anyway, my completed list of subjects - including the AS that i did a year early, because im a geek like that :P :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AS English Language: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Core Science: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Additional Science: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;French: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Art &amp;amp; Design: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drama: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Music: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;History: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ICT: Pass &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;(C)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ALAN: Pass&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; (C)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;English Language: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;English Literature: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;A*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im esspecially pleased with my Drama, because i did the entire course in 9 weeks... the teacher thinks i must have set some sort of record, as iv just made a mockery of the whole school system :P ... I was also &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;thrilled&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; with my result for French, because it was the highest grade i could get only doing foundation... And, i thought id failed :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And History was unexpected aswell, because one of the questions wanted information about the discovery of Chloroform... That was fine... Apart from the fact i couldnt remember &lt;u&gt;who&lt;/u&gt; had discovered it... So i waffeled on, saying everything i knew... other than this guys name... (Which insidently, is Young-Simpson :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did a crash course in ICT, in a 2 day course at school, just so that i had some sort of ICT grade, and a C was the highest i could get in that aswell :) ... So... :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right... Today is the first day of my new school... I've had to move schools for 6th form, because my school doesnt have one... I'm having to leave JALS during the school day, because they're all going to a different 6th form... and im a bit worried that we're going to be pulled apart and not see each other... Which would be &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;crap&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;JALS, I LOVE YOU...PLEASE DON'T LET THAT HAPPEN!!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So.. Wish me luck on my first day... I'm quite scared... But i'm hopin itll all be ok... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love to you all ... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-3735087034950113453?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/3735087034950113453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=3735087034950113453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/3735087034950113453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/3735087034950113453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/09/gcses-and-official-end-of-summer.html' title='GCSE&apos;s, and the Official End of Summer...'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-5025800419189725802</id><published>2009-08-18T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T07:41:47.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Things to See:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A sunset...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SoqlSiuJIVI/AAAAAAAAAa8/hEY7UhVCWqA/s320/P1000863.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371287243569307986" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;JALS&lt;/span&gt; are all together and smiley...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SoqlS7mhw5I/AAAAAAAAAbE/jpy_N-FW8fQ/s320/jals.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371287250248254354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When my phone light up because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; texts me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SoqhssinsLI/AAAAAAAAAa0/A91t3HFGgQY/s320/P1000858+1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371283294835421362" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-5025800419189725802?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/5025800419189725802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=5025800419189725802' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/5025800419189725802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/5025800419189725802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-favorite-things-to-see.html' title='My Favorite Things to See:'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SoqlSiuJIVI/AAAAAAAAAa8/hEY7UhVCWqA/s72-c/P1000863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-1852526882125626515</id><published>2009-08-03T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:57:56.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Francé and other Escapades :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm Baaaaaack :D ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Incase anyone noticed that I have been absent from the blogwaves for a while, it is because I went on a jolly holiday to the land of onions and striped T-shirts :) ... Ahhh France. T'was good :) The cottage we stayed in was great - although we dont think it had been cleaned properly for a while and there were cobwebs everywhere, which, seen as me and mutti both hate spiders, was not really good. Anyway, it was really sweet and I enjoyed it a lot. The pool was fantastic! We had to share with the other 2 houses, but it just meant that there were more people to talk too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pool :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SncuYPhbs-I/AAAAAAAAAY0/AgOlnYL2dL8/s320/P1000870.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365808475053732834" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The door to mine and Ruth's room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SncuXY8eHhI/AAAAAAAAAYk/dtY8uixfWHE/s320/P1000860.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365808460403187218" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other 1/2 of our room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SncuYT-YmPI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Ed5ahmDv9aw/s320/P1000887.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365808476248905970" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The view from one of our sky lights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SncuXjDvvOI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ziJlT293_s8/s320/P1000859.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365808463118056674" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The 4 letters that I sent from France to my 4 most important friends :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SncuZsYPmSI/AAAAAAAAAZE/IwqADkXDG-A/s320/P1010028.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365808499979688226" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As well as going on holiday, I have been busy avec my amis :) ... Well I was before I went to France anyway... We went for a picnic in the local park, because we could :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jess, shaking her tail feathers :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SndWCZzKruI/AAAAAAAAAZM/O8QbzVQExlg/s320/P1010179.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365852080320458466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah/Rambo and Jess/Perv...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SndWDWLeVNI/AAAAAAAAAZk/hT2EXb-SxnQ/s320/P1010206.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365852096528536786" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah/Rambo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SndWDCwHWpI/AAAAAAAAAZc/6zw_0e-OXzc/s320/P1010204.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365852091313511058" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jess/Gasha and Me with wierd facepaint stuff :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SndWDqfbPXI/AAAAAAAAAZs/PZ5WS4ANmTM/s320/P1010214.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365852101980929394" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Jess in the public toilets :P because we're cool :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SndWCjy_B7I/AAAAAAAAAZU/c9Ylq61c4xY/s320/P1010186.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365852083004049330" /&gt;Me in Geek attire :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SndfQ7DPQHI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/El7EGNg4EaM/s320/P1010258.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365862225369055346" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah as a fairy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SndfRKjmAgI/AAAAAAAAAaE/jAw9-nCz4Jk/s320/P1010260.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365862229531296258" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us 3 :) ... Harry Potter, Gasha and bunny :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SndfQRaiErI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/sD_lpuuUXhc/s320/P1010235.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365862214192468658" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love to you all, hope your having as nice a summer as I am :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-1852526882125626515?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/1852526882125626515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=1852526882125626515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/1852526882125626515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/1852526882125626515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-baaaaaack-d.html' title='Le Francé and other Escapades :)'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SncuYPhbs-I/AAAAAAAAAY0/AgOlnYL2dL8/s72-c/P1000870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-4587625595226425584</id><published>2009-07-02T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T09:58:49.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooft...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well my gosh it's been &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;aaaagggeeeessss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; since I last wrote!! I've just been so busy doing... well... nothing really haha. I've left school now, and all my exams are over (!!!!) and I basically have entire days to do exactly what I want, which is &lt;u&gt;fantastic!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm still a bit 'puft' about leaving school...it's been such a massive part of my life for so long that I guess i'm a bit scared of leaving. Sometimes I don't want to move on :P ... It's not always a good thing haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is what I'm leaving behind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353896149314581666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SkzcLoA6NKI/AAAAAAAAAXU/m2G4wowSeqk/s320/photo+of+school.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But don't get me wrong, I'm really excited about the next 2 years. 6th form is going to be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have to do subjects that I have chosen to do, and it's such a relief haha. No more science, no more teachers telling me that I should have carried on with maths... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My prom was a few days ago:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is JALS and the 4 lads that we went in the limo with. We had a great time in that limo haha... the driver let us stand up and lean out of the sunroof! .. Like in the films. It was &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;awsome!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love these people :) &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353902976898705394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SkziZCv0J_I/AAAAAAAAAXs/aEmmtTW_EEs/s320/P1000368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is me and my date Jamie. Bless his little heart, I think he was even more excited about the prom than I was haha ... &lt;3&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353902964689362594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SkziYVQ4XqI/AAAAAAAAAXc/KRR2Uq7LsKE/s320/better+photo+of+me+and+jamie+b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This was a close up of me that my old headteacher took of me when I didn't notice haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353902967741654546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SkziYgomphI/AAAAAAAAAXk/gmX4GMciIF8/s320/mr+fletchers+close+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This was me before we went to Sarah's to get in the limo. Mum nearly welled up bless her haha. 'My little girl! Where's my little girl gone?!' ... teehee I do love her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353902986987953170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SkziZoVR3BI/AAAAAAAAAX0/3hSx8CxTAsM/s320/P1000334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway... I will love you and leave you :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Goodbye :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-4587625595226425584?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/4587625595226425584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=4587625595226425584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/4587625595226425584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/4587625595226425584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/07/ooft.html' title='Ooft...'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SkzcLoA6NKI/AAAAAAAAAXU/m2G4wowSeqk/s72-c/photo+of+school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-1882901084511387317</id><published>2009-06-15T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:35:10.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It isn't my birthday yet, that's not for another 2 days. However, my drama lovies, because they are both &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;rockin'&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;groovtastic,&lt;/span&gt; made me a birthday cake on the last rehersal before the big day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As you may know, I make them all a cake on their birthdays, and I think that they thought that they needed to repay the favour...and I'm &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;so&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; glad that they did. The cake is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAB!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347657088398587330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sjaxye6Y9cI/AAAAAAAAAWc/SGbxNblPHas/s320/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347657096309769666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sjaxy8YkBcI/AAAAAAAAAWk/lHUIUQhMnGY/s320/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347657098659101970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SjaxzFIr_RI/AAAAAAAAAWs/toKkML6w12I/s320/DSC00011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Isn't it just the sweetest thing??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I do officially &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;it, and I am so very grateful to the lads. It was NB and KW that made it all on their own, and they must be vair vair pround. I know I would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Thanks guys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-1882901084511387317?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/1882901084511387317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=1882901084511387317' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/1882901084511387317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/1882901084511387317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/06/sweet-16.html' title='Sweet 16'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sjaxye6Y9cI/AAAAAAAAAWc/SGbxNblPHas/s72-c/DSC00009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-2256349193319348719</id><published>2009-06-12T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:55:24.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Les Examons...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, the exam season is nearly at an end for me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I only have one left, and it's not for a few days, which is good :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What is not so good however, is that the last exam I sit, is not only a science exam, but it's also...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On my Birthday :( ... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Not just any birthday... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My 16th birthday :( ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Although...I supose it could be worse. At least it isn't the day &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; my birthday, because then I'd have to have my party later, which would not be good :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now, at my fabby party...we (and by that I mean JALS) intend to &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;burn &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;all of the books that we will never need again :D ... I can't wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;However, we're having some trouble thinking of way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;s to have the bonfire without damaging the tarmac in the garden... We can't have it on the grass because it would burn it... And I don't trust the BBQ enough to want to put the fire in there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Any suggestions anyone? ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IT'S MY BIRTHDAY SOOOOOON!!! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Incase you hadn't guessed, I am a tad excited lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway...I am going to love you and leave you :) ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-2256349193319348719?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/2256349193319348719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=2256349193319348719' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/2256349193319348719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/2256349193319348719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/06/les-examons.html' title='Les Examons...'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-7886720934377966717</id><published>2009-06-02T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T03:06:44.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clones, God How I Hate Them...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GRRRRRRRRR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;ATTENTION ALL CLONES:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;YOU HAVE &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO IDEA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; HOW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANNOYING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;YOU ARE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am a big believer in individuality. I want to be my own person, with my own thoughts and beliefs. I do not want to conform to the barbie doll image of many modern girls. I want to be comfortable in my own skin, knowing that I am the only person like me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;However, this is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; difficult to achieve, when there is some one there, who copies what you do when you are&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;being different.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For example, when they laugh at you for making your own clothes, or jewlery, but then the next time you see them, they're in a home made skirt and bracelet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for anyone to be their own person, when someone is also trying to be the same person!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you all know someone like this...gives an air of self confidence, but really, has no idea who they are, and so copies someone they know. Not even someone they are particularly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;close too,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but someone that they know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She now wants to play guitar....now, I know that I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the only guitar player in the world. But I like that it means I don't fit into your average pigeon hole. I cant be that much of a spoffy nerdy person, because I play guitar, which hey, is kind of cool. All the stuff I do to be different makes me harder to put in a generalisation, and it makes me abit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;quirky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's just really starting to get to me, that she can't be happy as who she is. She has to copy me. Not in the little things, but the things that make me who I am. That make me different from all the plasticy, barbie doll, clones that are everywhere. I don't want to be like you, but apparently, for some wierd reason...you now, want to be like me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHANGE BACK TO BEING PLASTIC!! LET ME BE ME!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/457024919594523420-7886720934377966717?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/7886720934377966717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=7886720934377966717' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/7886720934377966717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/7886720934377966717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/06/clones-god-how-i-hate-them.html' title='Clones, God How I Hate Them...'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-6934483775546432445</id><published>2009-05-31T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T01:35:14.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass Times...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh how i live for days like these...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Due to Sarahkin's incredible camera work, this one has a rather unusual view, but the photo reminds me how good that day was...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342038543220724514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SiK7wHEd0yI/AAAAAAAAAV0/IPeLBNtdNbo/s320/me+josh+and+jess+human+pyramid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew I could get them to do it... it took a few minutes to convince them...Joshuraaaw on the bottom, Sarahkins supporting, and me on top :) ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342038540485901282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SiK7v84bu-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/9rmcmFtumc8/s320/josh+sarah+and+me+gym+pose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That day was just so perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First we went to the park, but then went to Sarah's house to get a blanket and firsbees and drinks and things. Then we went &lt;u&gt;back&lt;/u&gt; to the park and spent all afternoon messing in the sun... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good times :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You see the blue thing by Joshuraaaw's head? &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;That&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; my friends, is Sarahkins's frisbee...isn't it groovy? ... Unfortunatly, it doesnt fly in a straight line...but it's still awsome, and makes a nifty shade for any drinks that need keeping cold :P ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However...I don't get days like this very often at the moment...what with all of my exams and things, I spend a lot of my time revising. It's really hard some times, esspecially on days like today, when the weather is so beautiful and I can't go out to meet my friends and embrace summer, but then again, days like that make up for it. Also, the knowledge that in 2 weeks I will get the longest holiday of my &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;life&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; keeps me going. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seems that I have finally worked out that stress is temporary, and eventually it will fade. Until then, you need to lean on the people around you to keep you sane, because without them, it will just build up. Be happy in the skin you are in, because it is the only one you'll get, and you shouldn't ruin or deface it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So blogger people... I'll leave you with this... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let every dawn of morning be to you as the &lt;strong&gt;begining of life&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And every &lt;strong&gt;setting sun&lt;/strong&gt; be to you as its close;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then let every one of these short lives leave it's &lt;strong&gt;sure record&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of some &lt;strong&gt;kindly thing&lt;/strong&gt; done for others,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some &lt;strong&gt;good strength&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or &lt;strong&gt;knowledge gained&lt;/strong&gt; for yourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Ruskin....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-6934483775546432445?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/6934483775546432445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=6934483775546432445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/6934483775546432445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/6934483775546432445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/05/pass-times.html' title='Pass Times...'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SiK7wHEd0yI/AAAAAAAAAV0/IPeLBNtdNbo/s72-c/me+josh+and+jess+human+pyramid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-5721762110686455323</id><published>2009-05-26T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:04:09.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sob*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok... it's almost over... I say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;refuse&lt;/span&gt; to accept that I have to leave until my exams are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day of term was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;soooooo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; much harder than I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd been dreading it for days, but when it came to it, I didn't cry all day. It was when we'd all come back to school for the assembly, and we were all stood talking at the end. That's when I broke down. I was fine...until one of the supposed &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;'big hard roufty toughty'&lt;/span&gt; lads started crying, and then he hugged me, and said that he was really going to miss me. That's what set me off.....The assembly finished at about 3:10, but I didn't leave school until about 5:15 because we all stayed and spent ages saying goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I hate change. It's crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent my whole life wanting to be older. So much time wishing that people would treat me like I was more mature, or give me more responsibility...and now I am, and they have...I want them to take it &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;back, and let me be little again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back, and re-do all the things that I've done that I wish I hadn't. All the people who I've never made friends with, or just...haven't spoken too. All the times when some-one has upset my friends, and I never stood up for them...Or just the little stupid things that never occure to you until it's too late. Like when I got the wrong thing for my lunch...or when you get the chance to go round town with someone and don't take it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school has that effect on people. I didn't think that I could ever care about a place so much. It's more than just the people...it's the building...the atmosphere. The whole feel of the place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's the oldest cliché in the book, but it just sums up my school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'It's like a family'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's true... everyone looks out for one another...you're never on your own. There's always &lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt; to look out for you...someone there to chear you up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the teacher's are nice. Honestly... you can talk to them about anything...they're like spare parents...sometimes they're all that you need. You can have a laugh with them, you can cry to them when you need too, you can even tease them, and know they won't take it the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school doesn't have the best reputation in the world...it was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; bad about 10 years ago, but now? I'm so happy that I went there, and so sad that I have to leave. In a way, I wish I didn't love it so much, because it would make it easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll put up some of the photo's I took that day soon, because the internet keeps having a spaz, and isn't letting me put them on at the moment so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love to you all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-5721762110686455323?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/5721762110686455323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=5721762110686455323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/5721762110686455323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/5721762110686455323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/05/sob.html' title='*Sob*'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-8604988382217961804</id><published>2009-05-18T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:41:16.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well well....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Incase you hadnt noticed blogger world, my blog got attacked :) ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alex (The one who was Troy when I was Gabriella) decided that when I was out of the classroom, he would go onto my blogger account, which I had left on like a prune...However, what he wrote was partially true. I do love Alex, Liam and Jess...although Jess is not my girlfriend :P haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well anyway...I was at Jess's 16th birthday party on Saturday night, and &lt;u&gt;my my&lt;/u&gt; did we have a good time!! :D ... It was sooo much fun. There was Singstar, Popcorn, A small amount of alcohol, (enough to make Jess and Alex confess undieing love for me...I felt very speacil)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and 4 best friends. What more could a girl ask for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll tell you :) ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is the (not so) secret thing that all girls know. When you have the friends around you, nothing else matters, as long as you are all happy. And on Saturday night...we were all ... &lt;b&gt;very &lt;/b&gt;happy :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dear Lexi spent half of the night telling us all that she loved us. She even accepted someones invite to prom from a lad in our year who we think is besotted with her :) ...(i did have to type for her, because she couldnt do it herself...it was quite hilarious) He then re-asked her when she was sober, to make sure she actually wanted to go to prom with him haha...bless his little socks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And speaking of socks... :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lexi also spent a vast amount of the night getting people to find her socks for her... as they fell off her feet repeatedly... At one point, Jess spent half an hour looking for one of them, only to discover that Lexi had been laid on it the whole time. It was probably a 'you had to be there' moment...but if you were, it was &lt;u&gt;very very&lt;/u&gt; funny :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sarahkins was vair sweet :) she slept in a very odd possition, because we were trying to fit 4 people on one bed. I don't know how she slept in such a strange pose, but somehow she managed it. She was also far more 'touchy feely'. Normally she doesnt hug people...but that night, she came and snuggled with me on the sofa when i was abit upset (texts from a bad mean person) and she sat with me untill she made me laugh, and then kept checking on me all night bless her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jess'kaaaa is awsome when she's had a few. She's so funny, and she dances like a crazy person. Who's on steriods. At Christmas. After they've been visited by Elvis. She really is quite fantastic. There's no real thing that she did, its just her general aura that makes everyone around her happy and giggley :) ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I do love my friends :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-8604988382217961804?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/8604988382217961804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=8604988382217961804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/8604988382217961804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/8604988382217961804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-well.html' title='Well well....'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-8789935175561740497</id><published>2009-05-14T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T06:18:01.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love</title><content type='html'>I LOVE ALEX WALLHEAD, LIAM HENDLEY AND MY GIRLFRIEND JESSICA LLOYD x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-8789935175561740497?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/8789935175561740497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=8789935175561740497' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/8789935175561740497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/8789935175561740497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-love.html' title='My Love'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-5518921204500098256</id><published>2009-05-14T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T06:06:40.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lists :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the shower steams up so much i can't see my feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When it rains just after you get in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spending lost and lots of time with my besties&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we finish having a meal at home and sit and natter for ages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you can smell freshly cut grass through the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When my teachers sneekily hug me just when I need it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When my besties know examtamundoly what i am thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The feeling of achievement after a day well spent :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People who say that they are fat or ugly to get attention because they know they aren't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Confrontation...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the people i love are mad at me...or anyone else for that matter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The prospect of loosing anyone i love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you find clothes you love, but the stoooopid shop doesnt have your size&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When it rains and im in a bad mood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When it's sunny, but the wind means it's still cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The idea that i have to leave school soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahh the similarities between love and hate...red symbolises both love and hate...passion and fury...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How us humans draw a thin line between the two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, i do believe that if everyone hugged more, the world would be a much happier place :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The innocene of youth....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is yours truley, signing out :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-5518921204500098256?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/5518921204500098256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=5518921204500098256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/5518921204500098256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/5518921204500098256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-lists.html' title='My Lists :)'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-1101325077801348108</id><published>2009-05-13T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:30:21.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Partaaaaaay :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well then my lovelies :) ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday night was a fabby party for a girl at my schools 16th. Strictly invite only, although we did get gatecrashed by 2 seperate groups of lads, but they weren't allowed in (damit :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway...when parties are that good, and then followed by an even fabbier sleepover (which should really be called 'wake overs' lets face it) at the house of yours truley, what have you got to worry about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us gurlies, all dressed up :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335433934891707426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SgtE5TvI7CI/AAAAAAAAAUk/vyHykBZtMt8/s320/P1050642.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess'kaaa, Sarahkins, et moi :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335433933024567538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SgtE5Mx-oPI/AAAAAAAAAUc/soPhh5iBXm8/s320/4155_75682343154_643428154_1819857_2509782_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess'kaaa et moi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335433942814575250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SgtE5xQGSpI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YTWUlJd-f_o/s320/P1050650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarahkins, Jess'kaaa, Lexi, moi, Nix, et le birthday girly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335433938232121778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SgtE5gLjmbI/AAAAAAAAAUs/zyYF-AKiH48/s320/P1050646.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Une of the said gatecrashers :P...likl Jackjack :P ... quite drunk he was :P&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335433949111536018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SgtE6ItaSZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/l6niXDVgaMY/s320/P1050703.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Another rebelious gatecrasher, Milzy....used the line 'are you going to kiss me, or am i goning to have to lie to my diary?' on me...it didnt work :P ... he was also quite drunk :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335436307115460146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SgtHDY9WxjI/AAAAAAAAAVE/UK0Xr_dYlHw/s320/P1050701.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess'kaaaa with o-so-sexi breadstick fangs... :) she rocks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335436309465143202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SgtHDhtkF6I/AAAAAAAAAVM/MacYS96wUzU/s320/P1050734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess'kaaa stradeling a gatepost :) ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335436319151041810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SgtHEFy3LRI/AAAAAAAAAVc/IwsOKGaYAdM/s320/P1050928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le birthday girly, Jess'kaaa, a fabby impression of Captian Jack Sparrow, et moi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335436313642359282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SgtHDxRfWfI/AAAAAAAAAVU/rFsFQc4TY8A/s320/P1050919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cone we 'saved' from a hedge :P ... were were sober :P it was hillarious :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335436324348029874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SgtHEZJ667I/AAAAAAAAAVk/Q-txg67t7ks/s320/P1050932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh teenage fun :P ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What more can a girl ask for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-1101325077801348108?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/1101325077801348108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=1101325077801348108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/1101325077801348108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/1101325077801348108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/05/partaaaaaay-d.html' title='Partaaaaaay :D'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SgtE5TvI7CI/AAAAAAAAAUk/vyHykBZtMt8/s72-c/P1050642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-153639926923160</id><published>2009-05-03T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T06:03:31.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Well fellow bloggers...exam time has hit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Art is the only one so far that i have done, and i just wanted to show you the fruit of my labours as it stands...since i took these photos, i have built a frame to make them look like they're a view out of a window. It seperates the pictures aswell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Basically, my project is about sleep, so i did a surrealist picture, showing random things that could be in a dream.....im quite proud of it, even though my teacher is still tryin to get me to add loads in... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:( grrr to her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;:P&lt;/span&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;I've taken pictures of the progression of my picture, and will take more soon....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;House before the walls were painted...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331572073226901810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sf2MjX8VGTI/AAAAAAAAASk/OYKdkOoZf3k/s320/DSC00018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;With tree, sky and most other things painted...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331572074895327842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sf2MjeKHQmI/AAAAAAAAASs/as0-8SJlXOY/s320/DSC00021.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sky, cards, tree done...bubbles half done, and ribbon sketched...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331572078264836002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sf2Mjqtd36I/AAAAAAAAAS0/YakGfhzQebM/s320/DSC00022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;House complete, sky, apple startede, ribbon not yet started...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331572080080706962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sf2MjxeZ3ZI/AAAAAAAAAS8/pd_28kOrEl0/s320/DSC00023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tree, sky, sun and kite finished...clock and candel not started...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331572079869453522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sf2MjwsCZNI/AAAAAAAAATE/maXgZ8arjRk/s320/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tree, leaves and bird done...clock and candle not yet started...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331574621594730626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sf2O3tWkQII/AAAAAAAAATM/B5UcSrjN6hw/s320/DSC00025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stars, sun, kite, clock, candle and tree finished :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331574625633397842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sf2O38ZdbFI/AAAAAAAAATs/VznrvXoEiXs/s320/DSC00029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;House, apple, tree and ribbon finished :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331574623832018258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sf2O31r-jVI/AAAAAAAAATk/0_SUhYJeX8g/s320/DSC00028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Candle, clock, tree, leaves, card and stars done :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331575395845218834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sf2PkxqRIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Bv0irH7Pw7U/s320/DSC00030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sun :) Vair vair proud of it :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331575397297831602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sf2Pk3EmPrI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Kpp07MoV2p0/s320/DSC00031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Piece practically finished...lovin it :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331574618977530802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sf2O3jmk87I/AAAAAAAAATU/SSe54RbKdZI/s320/DSC00026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cards, bubbles, stars, sky and tree done :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331574622391685826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sf2O3wUk0sI/AAAAAAAAATc/jwwm6mSbDiA/s320/DSC00027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Close up of bird :) ... vair proud :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331575402175270018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sf2PlJPeDII/AAAAAAAAAUE/CX3Mrzay-zM/s320/DSC00032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Completed house etc...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331575399901450242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sf2PlAxWUAI/AAAAAAAAAUM/5O8GojSOhBc/s320/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Close up of bubble to look like the Earth... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331575399970434162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sf2PlBBy7HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/PrkyHbVYfB4/s320/DSC00034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Please tell me what you think... I really am proud of it :) ... and i kind of want people to tell me that my art teacher is wrong :P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love to you all :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-153639926923160?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/153639926923160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=153639926923160' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/153639926923160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/153639926923160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/05/art.html' title='Art...'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sf2MjX8VGTI/AAAAAAAAASk/OYKdkOoZf3k/s72-c/DSC00018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-7835800011903476141</id><published>2009-04-29T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T01:23:29.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Rebelious teenager strikes again :) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to work out which work to do in my o-so-preductive study lesson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama coursework, or AS english? ... ahh the choices that face modern students today teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iv done my art exam (the real thing and everything :) ) and it went alrite... although my art teacher is being &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TRES &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;annoying :( ... i have done more backup work than anyone else in my class...i have finished a book!! ... and shes still saying i have not done enough... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;grr &lt;/span&gt;to her lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...am going to do drama :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to you all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-7835800011903476141?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/7835800011903476141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=7835800011903476141' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/7835800011903476141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/7835800011903476141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/04/d_29.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-6339523100907494525</id><published>2009-04-24T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:05:53.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well...isn't my brain just a confusseled mess? ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Answer: Yes.... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;very.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know what is going on...in most things. School...friends...(and the old favourite) lads...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recently, I've noticed that me and one of my closest and dearest friends have been arguing. We &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; used to argue. And i know that a lot of people say that, but honestly, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;never.&lt;/span&gt; We've always been dead close, and we hated not seeing each other for long amounts of time. We talked online for ages, and we were always texting. He's really important to me...but recently...its all been changing...and i dont know why. Neither of us do...&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lad wise...&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmph&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets not go into that... me thinks that that is for the best. It is tres complex...and i really can not be bothered to go on and discuss the (aparent) inner workings that is the modern teenage boy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are quite irritating, and should not really be discussed at great length for fear of the speakers health...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, one of my 'friends' has gone off in a strop again...(it does seem to happen a lot...she's...like that) and i do not have the faintest idea why...but it is quite upsetting, and annoying, because i do so hate people not talking to me and being mad at me... it does seem to be me that this is mainly centered at for some reason...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway...this is starting to seem like quite a depressing post so....sorry about that....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love to you all my lovelies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wish me luck...exams soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-6339523100907494525?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/6339523100907494525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=6339523100907494525' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/6339523100907494525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/6339523100907494525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/04/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm....'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-1396593741627266611</id><published>2009-04-18T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T09:20:16.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Up!! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well here we are again, with the whole 'me being truley awful &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at putting up the pictures i take on my phone' thing... i finnaly put them on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my pc today (only after it had a spaz on me and wouldnt recognise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my phone... grrr) &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;here are the best ones :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was a sticker on the back window of a tiny little original &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(bright yellow!!) beetle car...I couldnt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;resist snapping a quick picutre, before walking away like i did nothing :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326063342515139378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sen6ZC3YMzI/AAAAAAAAAR0/hHmBDSXoVzc/s320/DSC00001+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the first sign that summer is back...when the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;giant &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;blowup &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;slides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are back in the park...oh how we love them :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326063346510755314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sen6ZRwAdfI/AAAAAAAAAR8/cCC6ku-gttk/s320/DSC00002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was the first tree i saw that had blossom on it...i love trees like this :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326063347897522850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sen6ZW6o2qI/AAAAAAAAASE/1P1qlblMXOc/s320/DSC00003+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shhh about this one....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JALS where &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;very&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; naughty with this one... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is on a science desk at school!! ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Like i said...shhhhhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326063349379848978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sen6ZccDWxI/AAAAAAAAASM/b0IQSddtXG8/s320/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Jamie...(grrr) during an art lesson...as you can see, he is clearly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;paying lots and &lt;u&gt;lots&lt;/u&gt; of attention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326065890985176450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sen8tYp-7YI/AAAAAAAAASU/_z2T9P_A654/s320/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Again Jamie (still grrr) ... he modrocked his finger ... like an idiot haha....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ahhh ... he is a moomin ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326065893373854338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sen8thjfQoI/AAAAAAAAASc/Nrgc79YU3QI/s320/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So there you go :) ... short and sweet :) ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im sorry that they aren't better quality..but the camera on my phone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is not of the highest quality...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love to all, hope you had a good easter :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-1396593741627266611?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/1396593741627266611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=1396593741627266611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/1396593741627266611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/1396593741627266611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/04/photo-up-d.html' title='Photo Up!! :D'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/Sen6ZC3YMzI/AAAAAAAAAR0/hHmBDSXoVzc/s72-c/DSC00001+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-1382326113172282262</id><published>2009-04-14T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:39:56.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jayneee's Turn :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now then bloggers, as many of you will remember, a little while ago it was my lovie friend Stuart's birthday...For his party, we (Jayne and myself) made him quite a fabby&lt;a href="http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/01/look-what-my-friends-get.html"&gt; Spongebob cake&lt;/a&gt; :) we were vair vair proud of ourselves, and so began the birthday tradition, that is me being put in charge of cake making...for the lovies... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here now, is Jayneeeee's 15th birthday. Seen as she is in China for her 16th next year (hidiously fabby sounding school trip) she's having her big party this year. So I made her a little birthday cake :) ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Opinions please :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324542889471113410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SeSTjB5B-MI/AAAAAAAAARU/SVh4r9FYzSM/s320/P1050287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324542896431323058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SeSTjb0eV7I/AAAAAAAAARc/4HeRvXTr_4U/s320/P1050288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324542901967665234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SeSTjwccOFI/AAAAAAAAARs/jr2bGfsph2k/s320/P1050290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324542899756348962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SeSTjoNONiI/AAAAAAAAARk/nhHNBbOm_T4/s320/P1050289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's based on her green Ipod Chromatic...which is fabby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(I have it in yellow :P)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...please tell me what you think :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-1382326113172282262?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/1382326113172282262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=1382326113172282262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/1382326113172282262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/1382326113172282262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/04/jayneees-turn.html' title='Jayneee&apos;s Turn :)'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SeSTjB5B-MI/AAAAAAAAARU/SVh4r9FYzSM/s72-c/P1050287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-3531072406387403685</id><published>2009-04-12T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T04:44:43.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Easter Blogland!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your day be filled with joy and chocolate, and let the cries of happy children ring throughout the land! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(is it me or am i starting to sound like a queen or something...id be a good queen... :P ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, mutti forgot about easter as she wasnt well, but she's better now, and easter has come back with a bounce :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a lovley day :) ... Dont get ill by over endulging your sweet tooths...but have fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to you all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-3531072406387403685?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/3531072406387403685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=3531072406387403685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/3531072406387403685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/3531072406387403685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/04/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-9006239128775366506</id><published>2009-04-03T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T01:43:30.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeheehee.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well my little blogging friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entery is another one from school, as i am now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a science lesson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the computers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With a subsitute....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What could be better for a little chat with the blogging community? ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Note to mum: ... i &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;have finished the work&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...i am now resting from the hecticness of it all :P)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Alex's Birthday Party...and i officially can not wait :) ... we're goin to her house, and meeting 3 of the friends from her old school....we'll finally be able to put a face to each of the names!! :) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calam might be coming aswell, because what with Alex being the sweety that she is, she invited him :) haha ... to keep her boyfriend company. It's calam's sisters birthday on the same day, so he's got to try an be in 3 different places in one go :P ... im sure he'll manage... he noramlly does haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're obviously doing &lt;u&gt;a lot&lt;/u&gt; of work in our lesson .. we just found out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;42% of boys preffer curvy girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;38% preffer slimmer girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9% go for anything they can get... (!!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And we are suppose to have faith in men!! ... I know im only young, but still..........this hardly sets us a good example now does it? ... haha.... o well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway....we had an early summer here for afew days, and got lots of piccies of me and JALS...so i intend to blog them when i am at home and have access to them again...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hold this space!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-9006239128775366506?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/9006239128775366506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=9006239128775366506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/9006239128775366506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/9006239128775366506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/04/teeheehee.html' title='Teeheehee.....'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-5484165625762668840</id><published>2009-03-26T07:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T04:45:46.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S : (look at the one before this...this is an add on)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;P:S my lovleys....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; want/would strongly like a digital camera...i have done for a while....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;However....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently discovered the joys of polaroid pictures... i love everything about them...the slight change in quality, the different colours, the size....and so i now &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; want/would strongly like a polaroide camera aswell.... they are totally adorable, and i would &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; want/would strongly appriciate any help or advice you can give me on getting a cheap and good quality one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tah muchly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-5484165625762668840?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/5484165625762668840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=5484165625762668840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/5484165625762668840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/5484165625762668840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/03/ps.html' title='P.S : (look at the one before this...this is an add on)'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-1543521261374763279</id><published>2009-03-26T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T04:51:37.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teehee....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well once again i have left 'Spoff Ville' and have walked over the threshhold of 'Rebelious Valley' ... (for all people who don't know, a spoff is a nerd...and i am a biiiiig nerd :P haha) I am blogging in a study lesson!! Mwahahahaha.... *comences evil/crazy eyes* ... Teehee i feel like such a rebel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway anyway anyway....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am (i almost wrote ham there...&lt;em&gt;how wierd would that have been??&lt;/em&gt; :P my fingers are not responding to my brain signals today, and so i am proan to errors visa-vi typing....so forgive me if it says something silly or rude, as it is probably &lt;em&gt;not intentional&lt;/em&gt;) doing far better on my art project, and its going really well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have paid for the rest of my share of the limo i am taking to prom, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(thanks to my mother who let me use some change this morning)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; which means that i now have a vair vair good chance of getting to prom in one piece :) which is tres good because i didnt want to have to go on the free school bus like a numpty...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to start doing my coursework for AS level English Language, which i am doing a year early (remember what i said about being a biiiig nerd?? :P ), and am quite looking forward too because ill get to write a story which im quite good at (if i do say so my self) and actually quite enjoy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(wooooo i have just noticed that i am on a magic computer from the future....it says that my last blogging autosave too place at 13:53.....but my computer clock says that it is 13:51...spooooky huh? magic time traveling computer!!!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But anyway anyway anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am quite liking life at the moment....although it still has the massive let down that is the male part of the population....well the teenage male part - which i suppose narrows it down a lot. - i also think that i should include gun-men, murderers, abbusive people and ... wierdos (lol) in this group, but that is more for the sanity of the human race than my own personal vengance...but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway anyway anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;back to the teenage males..i have decided that they are all a huge amount of let downs....i am perminantly disapointed by them making plans and not keeping them...it quite irritates me....but i try to stay upbeat...(not that it works some days...sometimes i feel like a pile of over-emotional goo on the floor who needs to be scrapped off and re-moulded) and my friends keep me sane....ish :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Love you guys!!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.....i do appologise for my post being particularly random today, but i am having one of my hppy-for-no-reason days, and am quite hyper. of course, im only sorry if you dont like it...if you do then tell me and i will try to do it more often haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So yes, love to you all my dearies....wish me luck visa-vi ladwise and AS nerdness.... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-1543521261374763279?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/1543521261374763279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=1543521261374763279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/1543521261374763279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/1543521261374763279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/03/teehee.html' title='Teehee....'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-2943707519159395466</id><published>2009-03-22T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T04:47:11.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Helloooo out there blogland!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be no pictures on my post today, as i am currently at my grandypeeps, but it is tres tres nice to see them :) I have also enjoyed the company of my aunt, my two likl cousins, (whom i love but have their moments when they are supremley annoying...as is their duty) and my sister!! :D who has corragiously come up (or down, or across, im never sure which direction she lives in) from university to see us in our family glory :) ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as it is mothers day i got my mutti a small pressie, and gave her a pair of earrings that i made and have had for a while, and she borrowed the other day (without permission may i add :P ) ... and that she had been eyeing up every time she came into my room since. They were quite rockin' really...they were the ying and yang symbols and are quite sweet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a fair amount of gossip surrounding my week, but as i am on a computer in their living room, and i think we are leaving soon i shall not embark upon the long winded (and probably quite boring) stories.... so i will love you and leave you...&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;br /&gt;&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;br /&gt;(And talk to you again when i get home :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-2943707519159395466?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/2943707519159395466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=2943707519159395466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/2943707519159395466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/2943707519159395466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/03/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-1322169359754444891</id><published>2009-03-13T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T04:27:28.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I have been &lt;u&gt;vair vair vair&lt;/u&gt; bad at puttin up the pictures that I take on my phone... And even now, I'm putting them up in the best hope that i won't have some crazy assasin knocking at my door....&lt;i&gt;(although, I find it hard to believe that an assasin would &lt;u&gt;knock&lt;/u&gt; but one can always hope that they are still polite after killing people.....)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These ones are from half term when we (JALS...and Calam lol) went to meadowhall for the day. Went in one of the shops, and saw this dress and &lt;u&gt;had&lt;/u&gt; to try it on... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312713990293862194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SbqNOei2tzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Ps-YNmNchcY/s320/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312713984114691938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SbqNOHhoD2I/AAAAAAAAAPE/eOYLsLr8Xuk/s320/DSC00022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did quite love this 'ere dress...but I tried it on when I went shopping with mum, but it didn't look so good then :S ... but I was trying on a bigger size. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Errr.....what else have we got here??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oooo...these ones are from the first time I had my hair done for the show, and I loved it sooo much!! ... My hair has never ever been this long, and (even though it wasn't my hair) it felt so good :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312715416736721346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SbqOhgdVacI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Vh8zsgG7DTY/s320/DSC00004+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312715419286808066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SbqOhp9UpgI/AAAAAAAAAPs/6Xv6r3iqWGA/s320/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They aren't very good photos of me... but I have decided that I don't care :) ... But I do look like a total poser on these lol.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha...I love this one aswell....when we were all at Sarah's 16th, and I stole her &lt;i&gt;grooooovy&lt;/i&gt; glasses....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312717342115295170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SbqQRlDW78I/AAAAAAAAAQE/bmflqck-zZE/s320/woop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I do think that they are &lt;i&gt;quite rockin'&lt;/i&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(i bought some in black lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now after the photo extraviganser:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything is fine at the moment....life wise :D ... there's nothing incredible happening. Now that High School Musical is over, it's just a waiting game until my &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;BIG&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; exams....not looking forward to them, but they're quite close really...so I should probably stop complaining about them quite so much teehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry that it's not very interesting today.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love to you all :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-1322169359754444891?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/1322169359754444891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=1322169359754444891' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/1322169359754444891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/1322169359754444891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/03/so.html' title='So....'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SbqNOei2tzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Ps-YNmNchcY/s72-c/DSC00024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-5350189832375115854</id><published>2009-03-09T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T04:54:18.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deary Jess....here is what you missed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Jessica...(and any otheres who wish to read...but this is mainly for her benifit)&lt;br /&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;As you were off today, and I am so wonderful and full of kindossity, I have decided that todays blog will be about filling you in on the events that you missed. There weren't many, but I wanted to keep this short anyway...and those that happened are too fabby to be missed :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Firstly...we got gossip of Lexi...although I don't want to write what it was because she would disconect my head from my body if i pubished it on the internet :P ... But I thought i should tell you to &lt;i&gt;ask her what she did over the weekend&lt;/i&gt; ... :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Secondly...Mrs Hall is not going to be in our English lesson tomorow &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;(&lt;b&gt;I repeat...NOT...IN...OUR...ENGLISH...LESSON&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as she is at a meeting and cannot make it. So we will have a supply and will be ordered to do our Jane Eyre Coursework...(so don't forget it)...more fun for us :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, dinner was filled with gaffaws and chuckles, as me and Patch discovered that we have a rather fabby party trick....it is &lt;i&gt;quite rockin'&lt;/i&gt;...even if I do say so myself...but I will let you make your own mind up :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311230931493033186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SbVIZF-1lOI/AAAAAAAAAO0/PAul8R1r81I/s320/DSC00501.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? We were so organised that we even took photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311231009303026178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SbVIdn2L2gI/AAAAAAAAAO8/a-4-8MsAb3k/s320/DSC00004+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's slightly '&lt;i&gt;Dirty Dancing'&lt;/i&gt; ish...don't you think?....(for any that haven't worked it out...I am the person &lt;b&gt;being lifted&lt;/b&gt;...not the one doing the lifting...kay? :P)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Patch kept making me do it bless him...and we have decided that we will learn how to do it with me having my arms out and not supporting myself... oo-er ... 'tis a triffle scary, but I will have Fluffy at my head, and V at my feet...so that if I fall they can catch me :D ... all planned out don'cha know :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ooooo...also....in art...i was painting one of my pages, and used some newspaper to protect the desk. We found what was on a certain page to be of very high commical value :P ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lonley hearts add: (proabably from some deluded wierdo)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;'Sexy, athletic, good-looking romantic guy, &lt;b&gt;42&lt;/b&gt; (HA!!!!!) seeks exciting woman to explore local woods for frolics amoungst the bluebells.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is a DIRECT quote!!! ... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;...and my golly did it make us howl...The said newspaper page is now safely blue-tacked to my bedroom wall, just above my radiator, so that I can check other adds when I need to smile. Along with that is a piece of writing from one of the basket ball nets that fell off today. That's right Jess...I have a piece of the ADDIDAS sign from the backboard on my wall....a little piece of P******e right there on my wall... :D &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You know im cool :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(name of school has been covered...not for legal reasons...Im just too busy for any crazy stalkers right now :P) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am trying to think if there was anything else of note that happened...As far as I can tell that was it....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our darling Jess we do so hope that you are back tomorow :) we miss you so when you're away &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;:( ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Get well soon &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;my lovley!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(so much for this one being short :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-5350189832375115854?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/5350189832375115854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=5350189832375115854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/5350189832375115854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/5350189832375115854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/03/deary-jesshere-is-what-you-missed.html' title='Deary Jess....here is what you missed...'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SbVIZF-1lOI/AAAAAAAAAO0/PAul8R1r81I/s72-c/DSC00501.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-2365704837848268431</id><published>2009-03-01T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T14:20:07.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oopsie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that i have already posted today...but i found pictures on my phone that i just couldnt resist putting on...as soon as possible.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308344016713853778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SasGwiXMq1I/AAAAAAAAAOs/EY0rOzJj-9M/s320/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This, is the science lab that i have my lessons in at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308342547222727090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SasFbAFNibI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9KgDCZa9VpE/s320/DSC00003.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;These, are the people who sit infront of me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308342536896902034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SasFaZnV85I/AAAAAAAAAOU/HOSm3isYjGA/s320/DSC00002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And this is the glue stick, that one of my 'oh-so-hillarious' class mates stuck on the ceiling/wall thing to prevent my teacher from finding it because he nicked it off her and didnt want to give it back :) ... it stayed there for the whole, entire double lesson :) ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;tres&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; funny....it was the sort of 'holding your sides laughing' laughter, every single time that my teacher walked near him, because we all thought it was going to drop on her head :) .... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(it didn't...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But it was so hillarious that i just could not resist whipping out my camera phone, and taking a picture while she wasnt looking...it was just too tempting... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes...us teenagers are &lt;u&gt;CRAZY!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-2365704837848268431?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/2365704837848268431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=2365704837848268431' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/2365704837848268431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/2365704837848268431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/03/oopsie.html' title='Oopsie...'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SasGwiXMq1I/AAAAAAAAAOs/EY0rOzJj-9M/s72-c/DSC00004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-4622228408553825757</id><published>2009-03-01T08:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T09:05:36.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was going to post a post secret that i saw &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;ages&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; ago, that i was really in the mood to put on...but i couldnt find it :( ... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;grrrr to google...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(I don't mean that google... i love you to bits :) ... you're just a tad annoying sometimes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i did find this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308266244273735122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SarABlciBdI/AAAAAAAAAOM/U1e42V6-FIc/s320/happy+sunday.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Which i thought was pretty fitting for the glorious day we're having :) ... so happy sunday people!! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-4622228408553825757?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/4622228408553825757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=4622228408553825757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/4622228408553825757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/4622228408553825757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/03/well.html' title='Well....'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SarABlciBdI/AAAAAAAAAOM/U1e42V6-FIc/s72-c/happy+sunday.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-3617024027154557312</id><published>2009-02-25T01:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T01:37:45.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School....</title><content type='html'>Well, now that High School Musical is over  ( :(...by the end of the show, no-one wanted it to end), my life at school is far more simple. The show went brilliantly, and we got a fantastic write up in our local paper...you can see the whole article on my mums blog, &lt;a href="http://nuttygnome.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nutty Gnome&lt;/a&gt;, as she is so proud of me that she put up a picture of it, which - if clicked on - is easily readable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got given our exam papers for art yesterday. We get 7 weeks prearation time and a 10 hour exam to do it in. We have to pick from a list of choices, which one we have to study, and i have chosen - drum role please - ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, i get to do an entire project on sleep, dreams, the subconcious, pajamas!!! teddies!!! how adult and childhood sleep differ, etc etc etc....and i cant wait!! ... im really excited about this project, and hopefully i will get a good grade for it.... :S ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly there are no pictures in this quickie post of mine, as i am in another study lesson, and therefore have none of the photos that are normally on my pc...however, if you are very nice to me, my little reader bees, then i might post a picture of me and my friends and our recent achievements...if your very lucky :P teehee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rite, thats all for now, as i have remembered that i didnt take my english work out of my bag today, and therefore have work to do!!! ... So ... id better go really :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to you all.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-3617024027154557312?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/3617024027154557312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=3617024027154557312' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/3617024027154557312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/3617024027154557312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/02/school.html' title='School....'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-3642396691969551088</id><published>2009-02-22T11:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:59:17.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Some days i just don't know what to call my posts, so here instead, is an entery without a name...for a week that can not be described :) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been half term...so any normal person would think that would give me &lt;u&gt;plenty&lt;/u&gt; of time to write enteries and keep you up to date with what's happening with me...but no...i have been majorly busy most days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had people over almost every day...either that or i've been out with them. I'd list what i did with my week for you, but i just tried it and it was quite hard...and abit dull. So i decided that i wouldn't bore you with a - probably inacurate - list of my week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a good week. JALS had a lovley sleepover at my house on Wednesday night. We had about a million duvets all over the floor of the sitting room, and watched films and Skins episodes until about 1 in the morning. Then we turned off the TV and talked until about 1/4 to 2...it was fab :) I do love my friends :) ... It's quite suprising that we didn't keep my parents awake because the sitting room is right under their bedroom....and we did make quite a lot of noise... :D because we are mad, chatty, giggley, over excited teenager girls :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305743822509664754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SaHJ5UHpafI/AAAAAAAAAN8/XPM3sLkVKSE/s320/jals+baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday mum took me to Nottingham to a) by some shoes for prom and b) to see my lovely sister. It hadn't been long since i saw her last, because she came to see me in High School Musical, but it was lovley to see her anyway :) ... we went out for a meal at a really nice japanese resturant and talked and all the things youre meant to do with sister and your mum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of my time this holiday has largley consisted of my friends come over an spending the day. We put the trampoline back up, we've watched at least 4 films...and we've laughed. We've laughed &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;a lot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305743348587122098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SaHJduntTbI/AAAAAAAAAN0/fIPS-7JVn4A/s320/DSC04938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all round it's been a pretty fabby half term. There's only one downside that i can so far think of, and that is tat tomorow...i have to go back to school....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*my sister pointed out to me the other day that i have been confussing blogs and posts....posts are the short enteries...blogs is the whole thing...right?&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/457024919594523420-3642396691969551088?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/3642396691969551088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=3642396691969551088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/3642396691969551088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/3642396691969551088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-days-i-just-dont-know-what-to-call.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SaHJ5UHpafI/AAAAAAAAAN8/XPM3sLkVKSE/s72-c/jals+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-3590585717893636874</id><published>2009-02-15T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T13:12:33.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the rollercoaster.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Won't you promise me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now won't you promise me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you'll never forget,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll keep dancing to keep dancing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wherever we go next &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's like catching lightning the chances of finding someone like you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And with every step together, we just keep on getting better,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So can I have this dance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can I have this dance....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303124779214097138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SZh747igyvI/AAAAAAAAANk/J0B9RMpN3Yw/s320/hsm3_can_i_have_this_dance.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know what to say about this one....apart from, i was watching it with some friends and i cried....because there are some times, no matter how many people you have around you, when you feel all alone....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i was sat on my bed, with two fantastic friends...and i cant remember the last time i had felt more lonley...because watching that film.....it just makes it so much clearer that i dont have the love like they do, and my life is moving at such a fast pace....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But all i want it to do is slow down....so that i can appriciate it for what it is....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's like...in the film, they all get so wrapped up about thinking about the future, that they forget to look at the present...and they worry so much that it tears them appart...their freindships are the only thing that keeps them strong....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i do love my friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;look at us....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;look how cute we are at Sarahs birthday party....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303133579226407218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SZiD5KI8YTI/AAAAAAAAANs/-XVQbUfXT7k/s320/jals+baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love them to bits...and they know it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But sometimes....you need to know that your not alone....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But at the moment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like i am.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-3590585717893636874?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/3590585717893636874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=3590585717893636874' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/3590585717893636874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/3590585717893636874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-rollercoaster.html' title='Oh the rollercoaster.....'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SZh747igyvI/AAAAAAAAANk/J0B9RMpN3Yw/s72-c/hsm3_can_i_have_this_dance.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-4854685791199325397</id><published>2009-02-13T01:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T02:27:58.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mhmmm.... :'(</title><content type='html'>Riteo then peeps :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in my 'study lesson' with nothing to do, so i thought id come one here because....i've nothing better to do, and iv missed you all :) ... i've been so busy recently...as you know :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, High School Musical is going really well. So well infact, that we're putting on an extra show this afternoon - we were only originally doing 3 - for people in years 7, 8 and 9 ... hopefully years 10 and 11 will be allowed in to watch aswell because loads of my friends haven't had chance to see the show because the tickets went so fast.... and they are lazy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the hall doesn't seat the entire school in one go, but i said that they could get rid of the chairs and sit on the floor to save room :) ... teehee, i think that it was a brilliant plan, but for some reason people didnt quite take me seriously :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway....Each show just sees to get better. The rehersals are still awful, and never really go to plan. Theres always something that goes wrong...even if its just talking behind the stage (that &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;really&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; winds the teachers up even if they know that we'll shut up in the actual show...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one rehersal, one of the lads planted 2 empty condom wrappers behind the stage as a practical joke. You can imagine the outrage from the teachers...it was &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;not&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; good...we had to stop the rehersal for 20 minutes until he owned up to having done it as a joke...they were worried that there was some child protection issuses or something...that was one of the worst disruptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the show comes........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it goes so well....that we just forget about all the bad things that have happened during the day... its not worth worrying about them when the actual thing goes so brilliantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman from the Derbyshire Times (see 2 or 3 blogs back at the article from the paper) came last night to review the show. She's the one who did the original article when i was in West Side Story (but that story is for another blog) and she was really nice then...so hopefully the review will be nice :) ... we know that they won't go any easier on us just because we're a school. And on some levels, we don't want her too, because it wouldn't be honest if she did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, it was my friend Sarah's birthday yesterday (Sarah of &lt;a href="http://raineysramblings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rainey's Ramblings&lt;/a&gt;) and she was 16. (i nearly wrote 26 then...that would have been confusing). So we are going out tonight to Pizza Hut - because we are cool kids - and we will be having a fabby time. There will be pictures soon, so you can all see what happens when 4 girls and 2 boys get together with a pizza in a resturant....with no adults :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rite i'd best go now, because the lesson is nearly over, and Jess wants to see my published post before we go....so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now peeps!! :D &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-4854685791199325397?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/4854685791199325397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=4854685791199325397' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/4854685791199325397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/4854685791199325397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/02/mhmmm.html' title='Mhmmm.... :&apos;('/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-4959248601703933972</id><published>2009-02-11T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:46:02.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quickie..... :P</title><content type='html'>Well...i only have afew minutes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL WENT FABBY!!!! :D :D :D :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you all know more when we've done the final performance tomorow :) ... &lt;u&gt;i dont want it to end now!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the lead lad is acting with me now, so its alllll gooooood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-4959248601703933972?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/4959248601703933972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=4959248601703933972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/4959248601703933972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/4959248601703933972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-quickie-p.html' title='Just a quickie..... :P'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-1929790065711342391</id><published>2009-02-06T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T13:45:34.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O deary....not again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I read a blog earlier.... &lt;a href="http://www.leloveimage.blogspot.com/"&gt;le love&lt;/a&gt; ... and it made me realise....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a school - yard crush.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But if it looked like the one in that photo, i would be much happier right now....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't handle crushes very well...they start off with something silly....and then they grow and grow...and after a while, i don't know what to do when im near the person, but i can't function without them near...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few messages to let me know that im not crazy at this point would be much appriciated....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fall for people &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;waaay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; too easily...and then i cant seem to let them go...to tell you the truth, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i still think about an ex from years ago.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is that wierd?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...or wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or just plain strange....??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But im not sure what to do about it.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's not my normal type....and im &lt;i&gt;deffinatly&lt;/i&gt; not his....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe i should just give up......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;And i want too...i really do....because sometimes, i dont even like him that much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Infact, sometimes i hate him soooo much i want to rip my hair out!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then he'll do somethin sweet...and all the bad stuff goes away....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My god im &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;DOOMED!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And also, im now going to get the supportive talk from my mum, because she reads my blog....but in this case i really dont want it...and mum, dont get me wrong, i love you &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; much, and i love that we can talk about anything.... but i just dont want to talk about this one.......its nothing against you, its just how i feel about this &lt;u&gt;particular&lt;/u&gt; subject......sorry....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People.....please please PLEASE....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Help me, and my rediculous school-girl/yard-crush....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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;div align="center"&gt;Please???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-1929790065711342391?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/1929790065711342391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=1929790065711342391' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/1929790065711342391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/1929790065711342391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-dearynot-again.html' title='O deary....not again...'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-3932886122655518488</id><published>2009-02-05T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T03:30:28.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;O my giddy gosh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAPER!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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;We had afew pictures taken for High School Musical the other day, but i think that we were expecting a few tiney photos and about a paragraph somewhere descrete in the paper...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299272861425106082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SYrMlzkcfKI/AAAAAAAAAM8/NnwQwSZtGiw/s320/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;The page that we're on :) ... big pictures and main title :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299272866677978978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SYrMmHI092I/AAAAAAAAANM/JFRnokBLDuQ/s320/DSC00106.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The text...lots of it :) ... and 2 of the main parts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299272861822062626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SYrMl1DFkCI/AAAAAAAAANE/EiQY3Ca7cvs/s320/DSC00105.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This would be me and Alex, who is playing Troy...In the traditional cheesey paper pose :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299272866123806306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SYrMmFEs9mI/AAAAAAAAANU/w4JKkClG9z4/s320/DSC00107.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And again....Troy and Gabriella....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be a star...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If it kills me!! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well no....maybe not that extreame :)....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Im sooo happy :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Enjoy..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-3932886122655518488?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/3932886122655518488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=3932886122655518488' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/3932886122655518488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/3932886122655518488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-my.html' title='Oh my...'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SYrMlzkcfKI/AAAAAAAAAM8/NnwQwSZtGiw/s72-c/DSC00104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-7726394772561445604</id><published>2009-02-04T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:41:05.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gee....dont you hate days like this??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been one of those days where i know that a lot has happened, but i just cant think of anything that i want to write down...&lt;br /&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;Mrs Hall (the teaching assistant in drama) had a skitz because she makes things up in her over-dramatised-lovie-head....and so the people doing the show with me are all having a meeting at dinner to organise :) ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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;We dont know if shes coming back, but to be honest, i dont think that people are really that bothered...she is quite irritating...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So anyway, all my nearest and dearest are now a part of blogland...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SYoN6gfS6PI/AAAAAAAAAM0/qZKPg38Xae0/s1600-h/mum.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My mum:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nuttygnome.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nutty Gnome&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My sister: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cooplet.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cooplet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Alex: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://ajschatterblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;A.J's Chatterblog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Jess: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://princessjess17.blogspot.com/"&gt;Staying Alive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Sarah: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://raineysramblings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rainey's Ramblings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So anyway....sorry that it is such a tragically short entery this fine night, but i am &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;tres tres&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; busy at the moment because of the spaz of Ms Cheryl Hall....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, my mutti is sending me to bed because its 'getting late' or whatever... :P ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though i am waiting for a fabby friend to come online...o well....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well....later peeps!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;x &lt;3&gt; x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-7726394772561445604?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/7726394772561445604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=7726394772561445604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/7726394772561445604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/7726394772561445604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/02/geedont-you-hate-days-like-this.html' title='Gee....dont you hate days like this??'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-7700627440667438335</id><published>2009-02-03T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T03:31:20.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Dreaming??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O MY GIDDY GOSH ITS SNOWED!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I am having an actual SNOW DAY!!! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was at school yesterday in the snow, and it was one of the best days of my life... i dont think i ever stopped smiling...we had so much fun...snowball fights at dinner, sledging after school, fantastic picture opertunities!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298516685310823266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SYgc2kBui2I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M5jI8_Vsx5U/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Left to right: Jessica, Sarah, Alex, Me :D &lt;u&gt;Love&lt;/u&gt; my gurlieees ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SYgc2loyfTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/c8RBIL-fga0/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298516685743095090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SYgc2loyfTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/c8RBIL-fga0/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Left to right: Jess, Sarah, Me, Alex...(Simon at the back like a goon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298516681357555602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SYgc2VTMd5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/mNO9DILgvrU/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Top: My shoes,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bottom: Sarah's shoes,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Left: Jess's shoes,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Right: Alex's shoes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's becasue we're cool dontcha know? :P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298516680526320034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SYgc2SNA0aI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ip4MsZPlv2Y/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ryan pimpin' it up :P ... with Alex, me and Jess :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(yes people...i am holding a cookie, because im cool..)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298516683554617218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SYgc2dfA94I/AAAAAAAAAJw/vLTx4yU9bKQ/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't you think we look like we're on an advert for hair die? Blonde, redy brown and brown :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298519005944054690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SYge9pDzg6I/AAAAAAAAAKY/8d0ysfvx6Z0/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me, Alex and Jess skipping our way down to science...&lt;br /&gt;Thats how &lt;b&gt;happy&lt;/b&gt; we were that day :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298519010734259490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SYge9654PSI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ZJ7nUjUlKKw/s320/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jamie and Sarah....took them ages to get together, and now they are, they're so cute!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298519007598762130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SYge9vOUWJI/AAAAAAAAAKg/aapf5w_vxo0/s320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Us with our o-so-groovy deputy head teacher :) ... i think we terriffied him lol...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He really is super cool and groovy :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298519010832342770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SYge97RQ3vI/AAAAAAAAAKw/eGREaIf7GHY/s320/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alex and Darren are both tres tres photogenic, and so look very sweet together :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298519006283132178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SYge9qUpbRI/AAAAAAAAAKo/C5eu3KlP8h8/s320/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is me and Jamie....he is the lad who asked me to prom :) my date teehee...all my friends say i should go out with him..... &lt;i&gt;hmmmm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298521092013573378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SYgg3ERiRQI/AAAAAAAAALA/4wVlwflRk7M/s320/32.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Alex, a suprise attack from the camera that means this picture is 'au natuarel' ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298521102536114674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SYgg3reTgfI/AAAAAAAAALg/Ffbaume9H-M/s320/24.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I got tired...an Jamie was pulling the sledge...i thought id make use of it :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Is that so wrong????&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298521091752731090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SYgg3DTWIdI/AAAAAAAAALI/P8M5C7C42R8/s320/ITS+GONE+DOWN+MY+BAK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SNOW WENT DOWN MY BACK!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was soooo very very cold!! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298521096262781842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SYgg3UGoC5I/AAAAAAAAALQ/3ltOXpxm1-E/s320/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;CREWAGE!!!!! ... Just missing Jess because she took the photo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298521098653392914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SYgg3dAl4BI/AAAAAAAAALY/_hvkTQzNdho/s320/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of my 'crew'....not all of them...in either, but still lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298523072008477906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SYgiqUVG3NI/AAAAAAAAALo/zB8hu9aBYng/s320/33.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me an Ashley (who i call Mash...for funnies)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People tell me to crop him out, but im too nice :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298523073181764642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SYgiqYs1zCI/AAAAAAAAALw/DlSNK9AQ-y0/s320/27.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Alex...&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;i think i've found my photo pose :) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;love love love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; this photo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298523073170815490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SYgiqYqOugI/AAAAAAAAAMA/41bBdyUINLA/s320/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;You know we're cool :P .... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And yes, i am wearin odd wellies....Jess had the other one of each teehee....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was when me and Sarah were about to go down a massive hill :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fabby!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully this will help you match faces to names when i rambol on about them now...although not all of my friends are here becasue they had to go home or dont like cameras (boooo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes people, i had the best day...and i wouldnt trade in my memories of it if you gave me ooooodles and ooooodles of squids for spenderoonies........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do believe that the best times of my life were in that snow....and now you get to enjoy my memories with me....&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please please please tell me what you think!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love to you all....stay safe in the snow :)&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-7700627440667438335?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/7700627440667438335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=7700627440667438335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/7700627440667438335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/7700627440667438335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/02/am-i-dreaming.html' title='Am I Dreaming??'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SYgc2kBui2I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M5jI8_Vsx5U/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-7556270089854341561</id><published>2009-01-22T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T03:17:16.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again...and again....and again....</title><content type='html'>Well, another rehersal has been and gone...this one far less interesting than the last. We had to do one scene at least 10 times....i kid you not...it got very dull....(hense the title...) But it's only 3 weeks until High School Musical (anyone who hasn't seen this film, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;where have you been for 4 years???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;...You must google it &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;immediately&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; as it is the most sock rocking thing ever....) and the teachers are starting to freak out slightly.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#2b60de;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#2b60de;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294218893122448786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SXjYCIe5rZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/25nDagjPxfY/s320/HighSchoolMusical_Jewel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It became very clear today just how worried afew of them are getting...&lt;/b&gt;Ms Golden (drama) looked like she was fast aproaching melt down...or a heart attack....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms New-English-Teacher-Who's-Name-I-Cant-Remeber-But-I-Know-It-Starts-With-M was getting very annoyed because people kept prompting the people on stage when she wanted them to remeber the lines on their own...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms Hall (or Cheryl as we call her - even though we're not sure if we're really allowed too) was getting redder and redder as Ms Enlgish-Teacher told her off for prompting (very very funny to watch from the sidelines)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#2b60de;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms Bowskill (Music) was the only one who resembled anything even close to calm...but even she was saying how much people need to learn all of their lines....like we didn't know it already lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I'm the lead girl, I should really know them all inside out and back to front by now....but i dont....(shhh dont tell anyone)....i am very tempted to record myself saying them and put them on my ipod...then i could have them on as i sleep and they'd go in subconciously....&lt;b&gt;sound like a plan?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lead boy had the king of all hissy fits today....he got a phone call home from school because he wasn't wearing full uniform...and his parents &lt;b&gt;sold his ticket to Wembley to watch the football&lt;/b&gt; as a punishment...i thought it was particularly harsh.... bless him he was so upset....he threw all of his stuff down a corridor....But because im so nice, me and my friend collected it all so he didnt loose it... :) .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He took some of his temper out on me....but we're quite close (well, closer than i am with alot of the 'popular kids' in my year...im a nerd lol)...an i dont think he expects me to retaliate, so im hoping it was nothing personal lol....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that would be my rambolings over for today....i think ill get started on that recording...maybe stop myself worrying a little bit...i think i may be close to breaking aswell...i was after tonight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment please! ... My blogs do look very sad with no comments &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to you all :) ... xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-7556270089854341561?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/7556270089854341561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=7556270089854341561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/7556270089854341561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/7556270089854341561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/01/againand-againand-again.html' title='Again...and again....and again....'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SXjYCIe5rZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/25nDagjPxfY/s72-c/HighSchoolMusical_Jewel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-2038092622910747247</id><published>2009-01-21T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T03:19:51.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look What My Friends Get :)</title><content type='html'>Well, Stuart (he's a 'lovey' as my mother so daintily puts it...he goes to my drama and i love him to pieces (= ... ) ... is one of my bestest friends....and he turned 16 over Christmas...now, us lovies do believe that 16 is a pretty speacil birthday, so we were happy to hear that he was going to have a little rondayvoooo with some friends from school. &lt;b&gt;However&lt;/b&gt;, no such luck.&lt;br /&gt;One by one, they all cancled, apart from one...the last one to cancel was because he wanted to go to a football match....with a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;SEASON TICKET&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; .... now, I'm no football fan, but even I know that a season ticket means that you can go to any game....at any time...am i right?? ... So yeah, all of his friends are......&lt;b&gt;rubbish&lt;/b&gt; to be honest :) ...&lt;br /&gt;So, because me and my drama people are &lt;b&gt;sooo&lt;/b&gt; nice, us lovies decided to throw him our own party...something cheesey, fun, a little wappy and so totally like us :)&lt;br /&gt;So me and another lovie Jayne organised everything...we had nibbles, pass the parcel (because we're cool), pizza, chocolate, and the best cake that me and Jayne have ever made... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293876033203543698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SXegNDwNHpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kl9gb3zF91U/s320/DSC00082+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293876039418680434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SXegNa6AlHI/AAAAAAAAAJg/O9t8EgvsnUw/s320/DSC00084+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293876036889653394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SXegNRfCsJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tHGW-YVt33A/s320/DSC00083+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me what you think :) .... I was dead proud of it...it says 'Stubs' because Stuart spelt his name wrong on predictive text and it stuck... It is also what he called the sandwich he created in Subway a while ago....its yummyyyyyy :) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thoughs please :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-2038092622910747247?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/2038092622910747247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=2038092622910747247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/2038092622910747247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/2038092622910747247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/01/look-what-my-friends-get.html' title='Look What My Friends Get :)'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SXegNDwNHpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kl9gb3zF91U/s72-c/DSC00082+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-8563685251585418307</id><published>2009-01-11T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T03:20:55.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How 'brilliant' can a weekend get?</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm now back to the monotonous tourture of the daily routine...I'm back at school and already working really hard once more...because I am a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;'super nerd'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, I had an AS (for any people that arent from England, thats the first year of college, when you do your first big exams...i think that might help, but if not, feel free to google it) exam...which wouldn't normally be a big deal...although mine was a bit different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my exam a year early...didn't I say that I was a supper nerd?? Hopefully I will have done alright...it's only a mock for us (although it's a real exam for &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;actual&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; AS students) but I still want to do well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be so proud of myself if I managed to get a C .... infact I'd be over the moon....but I dont think that I will have done because I forgot &lt;b&gt;loads&lt;/b&gt; of the technical terms that I was supposed to use :( ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to my grandypeeps for the weekend. It was good fun... we hadn't seen them for a while so it was nice. They've got a new golden retriever puppy actually, and it's &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;sooo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; adorable!! They've called it Fred...well Fredrick really. All of their pets have been named after members of the royal family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my day has been abit of a bummer really...we took my sister &lt;b&gt;(who writes the blog called Cooplet)&lt;/b&gt; back to university...and I hate it when she leaves. It was far easier than the first time we had to do it...at least I didn't cry this time... at least I know that she can look after after herself now... well I knew it before, but she's proven it now at least... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oooooo ... I almost forgot to say!! When we were at the grandypeeps, we went to that &lt;b&gt;massive&lt;/b&gt; new shopping centre in leicter...I think it's called Highcross...and mum bought me.................wait for it.......................wait for it......................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;REAL CONVERSE!!!!!!! .... and not just any converse!!! TURQUOISE CONVERSE!!!!! They are so truley fabby, that i thought i was about to explode with happiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aren't they pretty??!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SWppZkXNQ6I/AAAAAAAAAIw/2aZKar0p_Ss/s1600-h/DSC00084.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290157988849259330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SWpqqZMOE0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/BmTooeLf3lo/s320/DSC00083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290157987415776434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SWpqqT2c3LI/AAAAAAAAAJI/U9jOcnpGS60/s320/DSC00084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290157985154596610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SWpqqLbV_wI/AAAAAAAAAI4/01WVWYTum08/s320/DSC00082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really think that they may be the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;most fabulous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; trainers I have &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; seen!! ... I used to think that my friend doodle trainers were awesome....(litterally white pumps that she doodled on) but no I'm not so sure.... mine might outrun them :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway...tell me what you think of them :) ... but I'll have to love you and leave you....The ever-so comfy town of Bed-fordshire is beconing and I don't want to appear rude and reffuse it's offer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye my lovely readers.....or &lt;b&gt;reader&lt;/b&gt; as the case most probably is... :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/457024919594523420-8563685251585418307?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/8563685251585418307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=8563685251585418307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/8563685251585418307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/8563685251585418307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-brilliant-can-weekend-get.html' title='How &apos;brilliant&apos; can a weekend get?'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SWpqqZMOE0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/BmTooeLf3lo/s72-c/DSC00083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-3795406760480423098</id><published>2009-01-08T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T03:23:30.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Decision...</title><content type='html'>Well my lovely blogfans...(and by that i mean the few people who actually read my blog)...i have come to a decision...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may have guessed, i do not have masses of time for crafting...and im not as advanced as a lot of people. this was getting me down, so i have decided to play to one of my 'strengths' ... im going to turn my blog into a site for me to let my random thoughts flow out and become published all over the web...almost like an online diary really...although, not really the most secretive, but hey, iv got one of those aswell :P ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be warned, this will not be a blog for the faint hearted. it will be consumed with the confusion of teenage rambolings, and unless you can handle the metaphorical explosion of unpublished genious then i sujest you stick to the more crafty blogwaves. (that sounds really mean when i read it back, but it isnt meant too...believe me :) im giving you a taste of what my blog will be like....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then...please keep reading it....sometimes, a teenager needs an outsiders assistence in this suposedly simple thing that (stoooopid) people call growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in an attempt to make my life sound abit more.....life like, i will attempt to fill you in on some of its most recent events...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i am in year 11, (for any people not familliar with the british excuse for a schooling system, that is the last year before goin on to higher education...its when we take GCSE's...our first set of major exams...if that hasnt cleared it up then please feel free to google it) and the prom is well known to be a major highlight in many teenagers school life. The people in my year are gradually getting quite excited about the prospect of dressing up 'all fancy' and proving to people that they know how to move on a dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is almost all my year is talking about...(are we excited or purely sad? who can say)...the main topics up for discussion are the outfits (derrr) and the (dare i say it?) the dates....i do find it quite ammusing that many people are getting quite stressed out by not having one yet, and sometimes i feel like the only one that has remembered that it is 6 &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;MONTHS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However.....(and im worried about being called a hypocite here) i couldnt resist scowering the net last night searching for the perfect dress...here's what i found on my internet travels:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SWZGUX2lhUI/AAAAAAAAAIA/HdWkppLHusY/s1600-h/Etsy+pruple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288992128207521090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SWZGUX2lhUI/AAAAAAAAAIA/HdWkppLHusY/s320/Etsy+pruple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SWZFDrs4RHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pFjrJwgRlCU/s1600-h/cream+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SWZFDrs4RHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pFjrJwgRlCU/s1600-h/cream+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I fell in love with this one &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;instantly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;....It's technically a fairy costume, but its just sooo lovely that i seriously considered getting it...until i saw the price....$375...a tad extravagant me thinks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SWZKKvoL7FI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/X-zGAWMBuYc/s1600-h/cream+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288996360837393490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SWZKKvoL7FI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/X-zGAWMBuYc/s320/cream+dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I loved this one, but it looks a bit like a wedding dress...and also (just a little technicality) it was over $2,000....i think....but dont hold me to that....but it's not really suprising, as it's handmade...&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SWZFDrs4RHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pFjrJwgRlCU/s1600-h/cream+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SWZKRWh0xZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/R5FGvwInbG0/s1600-h/skinney.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SWZKRWh0xZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/R5FGvwInbG0/s1600-h/skinney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288996474358908306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SWZKRWh0xZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/R5FGvwInbG0/s320/skinney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SWZKRWh0xZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/R5FGvwInbG0/s1600-h/skinney.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SWZKRWh0xZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/R5FGvwInbG0/s1600-h/skinney.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This one is also absolutly gorgeous...however...it actually is a wedding dress...also i didnt know if it would fit, because, im not big, but the woman wearing it is &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;sooooo tiny!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;... that's not just me is it? ... also..... its &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;$4,500&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I think that mine will be...slightly simpler...and far less expensive....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for dates go, i am proud to say that i have already aquired one :) ... deary, im making him sound like a possetion....bles him. He asked me the day before yesterday, and he was ever so nice about it.... it was the 'do you have a date for prom' and me saying 'no' and him saying '...ye me neither' before waiting about 3 minutes before actually asking me.... can i hear an 'awwww' please? .... then the next day at school, he came up and asked me what colour dress i was wearing, (i stoped myself from saying &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;'its 6 months away people!!'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...just) because he didnt want to 'get a suit that doesnt go with it' ...... isn't he a sweety??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, i have been 6th form hunting with my dear mother... not for a while, but it is still annoying that i have one left to see. i am getting quite tired of thinking about 'my future' ... because to be quite honest, i dont really know exactly what i want to do. id love to end up in the west end...but that may just be a dream...mum and dad say that i should do something to do with creative writting, although ruth did lovingly point out that that isnt the easiesy career option either. i dont half make things difficult for myself do i??? .... ill give you more updates on that one as they develope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that this may be it for now...more because i do believe my fingers are about to fall off due to 'over typing exursion' ... that should be a medical condition... i hope it was happy reading for you :) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of love :) ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-3795406760480423098?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/3795406760480423098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=3795406760480423098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/3795406760480423098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/3795406760480423098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2009/01/decision.html' title='A Decision...'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SWZGUX2lhUI/AAAAAAAAAIA/HdWkppLHusY/s72-c/Etsy+pruple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-3256813998518059369</id><published>2008-10-27T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T03:23:56.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Game Of 6 Unique Things</title><content type='html'>I got tagged by my sister for this game... it took me a while to under stand it but now that i do, im going to pass it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules are quite simple really...when you get tagged, you must:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Link to the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;- Mention the rules.&lt;br /&gt;- Tell six quirky yet boring, unspectacular details about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;- Tag six other bloggers by linking to them.&lt;br /&gt;- Go to each person's blog and leave a comment that lets them know they've been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... so my 6 quirky yet boring things are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, i have no idea at all what to do with unmanaged time...i have a brilliantly overactive imagination, but its truley rubbish when it comes to thinking what to do when i havent got homework or something to read ect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2, i love taking pictures of the sky on my phone or a camera. sunsets, rainbows, pink clouds...they all make me feel happy...and reminde me that we're in a beautiful world, no matter how bad things get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3, i love to stand out...being a sheep is an aweful concept for me...i wear different clothes, i like different things... but no matter how much i love to stand out, it still hurts a little when people say how wierd i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4, im 15...and i still sleep with cuddely toys on my bed :) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5, im abit of a hypercondriac...infact...at the moment im convinced that i hav a brain tumour...and i think im a manic depressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6, i listened to the song "people should smile more" by newton faulkner and it made me smile all the time...im convinced that if you smile to someone...it makes their day better. so now i do...to make the world (well maybe just the town i live in) a happier place :) ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to tag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A CUP OF JO&lt;br /&gt;- ♥ Chelsea Ann&lt;br /&gt;- Shabby Vintage Mom&lt;br /&gt;- mrs robinson presents&lt;br /&gt;- Apple &amp;amp; Eve&lt;br /&gt;- LucyKate Crafts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry theres no crafty things up this time...lots and lots and lots and lots goin on lol....but it wont be long i promise. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-3256813998518059369?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/3256813998518059369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=3256813998518059369' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/3256813998518059369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/3256813998518059369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2008/10/game-of-6-unique-things.html' title='A Game Of 6 Unique Things'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-4855431963843095431</id><published>2008-09-28T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T03:25:04.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post Secret</title><content type='html'>Postsecrets is one of my altime favorite websites. Itwas set up buy a guy in america who wanted people to send their deepest secrets in on postcards...anonimusly of course.... and i went on today because it changes every sunday...this post made me smile...and made me think thank god im not the only one who cares about thigs like that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251030622450700482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="223" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SN9oh6vfUMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3LxvGMRaQQM/s320/sunset+post+secret.jpg" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always worries me when a car is in an area that isnt as pretty as some others. Or when a car isnt very clean....i worry that they dont feel pretty... :) lol im not crazy...i promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry its been so long....dont get much time now im bak at school. I'll try harder :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-4855431963843095431?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/4855431963843095431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=4855431963843095431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/4855431963843095431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/4855431963843095431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2008/09/post-secret.html' title='A Post Secret'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SN9oh6vfUMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3LxvGMRaQQM/s72-c/sunset+post+secret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-7283085217344000305</id><published>2008-08-09T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:55:39.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Seeing Spots!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#2B60DE;"&gt;Sorry I haven't managed to post anythin recently...it's been a bit hectic...I got given a guitar the other day and I've spent ALOT of time playing on it...I'll post some pictures of it soon if I can. It's really nice... :) ... it's blue and sooo pretty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#2B60DE;"&gt;But anyway...back to the post...Ruth helped me to make a skirt yesterday. It's soooo pretty and I am really really proud of myself. I couldn't have done it without her...she made the pattern up as she went along and it's brilliant. Perfect for my style at the moment. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232539162968613714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SJ22pUIQY1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Bly5SbhOLPg/s320/SpottySkirt2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#2B60DE;"&gt;I don't think you can see, but the fabric is white with coloured spots. It used to be a pair of curtains...although we honestly don't know how it kept out any light at all because the material is soooo very thin...! The waste band is quite thick...and the pleets are nicely spread out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#2B60DE;"&gt;Tell me what you think :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-7283085217344000305?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/7283085217344000305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=7283085217344000305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/7283085217344000305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/7283085217344000305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-seeing-spots.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;color:#2B60DE;&quot;&gt;Im Seeing Spots!!&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SJ22pUIQY1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Bly5SbhOLPg/s72-c/SpottySkirt2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-8985946933410274395</id><published>2008-07-31T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:59:05.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Got Love In My Tummy :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#2B60DE;"&gt;I made brownies!! :D ... I'm going to a picnic with some friends tomorrow, and I needed to practice making them...so I did. With very yummy results...most of them were going within an hour or so of everyone coming home. I used the American Brownie recipe from one of many Delia Smith books that my mum owns. It's really simple and quite quick compared to other recipes' I found. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#2B60DE;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#2B60DE;"&gt;Don't they look yummy??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229219531313740802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SJHrdUh9fAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9TnIqhFCpBM/s320/S6000015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#2B60DE;"&gt;And when everyone got home...this is what happened....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2B60DE;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229219847334447810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SJHrvtzKysI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_xRchcacWys/s320/S6000021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's the recipe...just in case you want to make some yourself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#2B60DE;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#2B60DE;"&gt;4 oz butter (110g)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#2B60DE;"&gt;2 oz American unsweetened chocolate (available at specialist food shops) or plain desert chocolate (50g)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#2B60DE;"&gt;2 eggs, beaten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#2B60DE;"&gt;8 oz granulated sugar (225g)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#2B60DE;"&gt;2 oz plain flour (50g) sifted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#2B60DE;"&gt;1 teaspoon baking powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#2B60DE;"&gt;1/4 teaspoon baking powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2B60DE;"&gt;4 oz chopped nuts (110g) - these can be walnuts, almonds, hazelnuts or Brazil or a mixture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#2B60DE;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#2B60DE;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Method:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#2B60DE;"&gt;Preheat the oven to 180*C (Gas mark 4, 350 F)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#2B60DE;"&gt;Get an oblong tin measuring 7 x 11 inches (18 x 28 cm) well-greased and lined with greaseproof paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#2B60DE;"&gt;First of all melt the butter and chocolate (broken into small pieces) together in the top of a double saucepan (or else place in a bowl above a saucepan with boiling water in the base)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#2B60DE;"&gt;Away from the heat, mix all other ingredients together in a large bowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#2B60DE;"&gt;When the chocolate and butter mixture has melted completely, add to the other ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#2B60DE;"&gt;Mix thoroughly and pour into the lined tin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#2B60DE;"&gt;Bake in the oven for 30 inutes until the mixture shows signs of shrinking away from the side of the tin and the centre feels springy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#2B60DE;"&gt;A knife inserted into the middle should come out cleanly (but don't over cook the mixture, it will firm up as it cools)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#2B60DE;"&gt;Leave for 10 minutes before deviding into squares and serving up onto a plate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-8985946933410274395?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/8985946933410274395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=8985946933410274395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/8985946933410274395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/8985946933410274395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-got-love-in-my-tummy-d.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;color:#2B60DE;&quot;&gt;I&apos;ve Got Love In My Tummy :D&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SJHrdUh9fAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9TnIqhFCpBM/s72-c/S6000015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-545776692799933956</id><published>2008-07-30T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T04:03:16.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twit -Twooooo :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sorry I didn't post yesterday...I was creating, and time ran away with me... :D I had fun though. I made an Owl :) I'm quite proud...I think it's very cute....it has very dark eyes, and stands up, and can fly...(when I pick it up and throw it....not that I do that of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;course)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229124754286483890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SJGVQklymbI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gK8mh-MHF54/s320/P1020597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SJBNv_7QV1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fjWVbpL60oM/s1600-h/P1020598.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SJBJYSUEjTI/AAAAAAAAAGA/z147qxdCH3Q/s1600-h/P1020599.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229130804934170850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SJGawxAnWOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/zf__z_JnjFc/s320/P1020596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229131691695191426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SJGbkYc6tYI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5sp9QMWJjkU/s320/P1020599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was a bit worried about the eyes, because I didn't think matched...because they are sooo much darker...but Ruth says that they just stand out more so I left them as they were :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tell me what you think :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sorry that the post is so short today...I dont have that much to write about...I need to make more things... :S ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/457024919594523420-545776692799933956?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/545776692799933956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=545776692799933956' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/545776692799933956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/545776692799933956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2008/07/twit-twooooo.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;&quot;&gt;Twit -Twooooo :)&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SJGVQklymbI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gK8mh-MHF54/s72-c/P1020597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-6493844004200555735</id><published>2008-07-28T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T15:55:48.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look What I Made!!! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I made 2 bags today!! I am soooo proud of myself! Ruth talked my through the first one, but I'm still really happy to have made them at all! :D I think that they're really cute, and for first attempts, they aren't bad at all.....let me know what you think :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SI5Je4d6dgI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tiueGcq3x0Y/s1600-h/P1020594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228197012326479362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px" height="143" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SI5Je4d6dgI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tiueGcq3x0Y/s320/P1020594.JPG" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SI5LmmH1HkI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SnPI3twI14g/s1600-h/P1020588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228199343864225346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px" height="108" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SI5LmmH1HkI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SnPI3twI14g/s320/P1020588.JPG" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228197484858940962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="115" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SI5J6YybniI/AAAAAAAAAFA/W0piFqKb1zE/s320/P1020593.JPG" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Also, I saw a blog with a "Possitive Comments" banner on it...and I thought it was a REALLY good idea...so i kinda coppied it... :S ... i hope the person who I copied doesn't mind....if you do then tell me and I will take down these pictures.... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SI5MoEhOo3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/B4WkBNYFfro/s1600-h/P1020589.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SI5NbglNx6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/L6CCmIKrmc4/s1600-h/P1020590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228201352421558178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="79" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SI5NbglNx6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/L6CCmIKrmc4/s320/P1020590.JPG" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SI5NsHaHvsI/AAAAAAAAAF4/vPHfQAXEk-s/s1600-h/P1020591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228201637721915074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px" height="86" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SI5NsHaHvsI/AAAAAAAAAF4/vPHfQAXEk-s/s320/P1020591.JPG" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228200752803059634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="77" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SI5M4m1Bl7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/mzehjbZ-fHM/s320/P1020589.JPG" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well, it took me so long to make those bags today that I didn't really get much else done :D ... it was fun though, and I think that I might make a matching purse tomorow...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tell me what you think :D ... please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-6493844004200555735?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/6493844004200555735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=6493844004200555735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/6493844004200555735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/6493844004200555735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2008/07/look-what-i-made-d.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;&quot;&gt;Look What I Made!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SI5Je4d6dgI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tiueGcq3x0Y/s72-c/P1020594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-1264523604187335180</id><published>2008-07-27T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T14:45:23.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And For My Next Trick...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On My desk Today...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SIzaDiDbEaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m0q3VoR5Ryg/s1600-h/P1020525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227793021685928354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" height="100" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SIzaDiDbEaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m0q3VoR5Ryg/s320/P1020525.JPG" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SIzaw3H4N5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/cS638ZARxIE/s1600-h/P1020528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227793800435873682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px" height="122" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SIzaw3H4N5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/cS638ZARxIE/s320/P1020528.JPG" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227806892285582562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="116" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SIzmq6EFXOI/AAAAAAAAAEo/kLEMXpsHc0g/s320/P1020531.JPG" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;My script from West Side Story&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;An uncompleted sketch (that's not very accurate) and a pencil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;A random rubber duck...don't ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;A bag from the little organic shop in town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Some buttons that have accumulated over time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Some beads I made by twisting paper around a cocktail stick and covering them in PVA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;My AWESOME pink scissors, and my jewelery pillars and cutters&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;A really nice little label off some clothes i bought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Summer Past-times:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me and my sister were eating some chocolate earlier...(we had the muchies)...and we finished the top level. It meant that we had a big empty plastic tray with funny shapes in it...and what do all normal teenagers do when that happens? (Well to be honest, most throw it away or recycle it...but not us! Oh no, not us!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;We decided to make awesomely shaped ice cubes!! Here is your step by step guide :) Before you start, make sure that you have enough room in the freezer...when we did it we had to make room...because we didn't think about it when we started :P ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;1) Start with a box of chocolates....any brand, although these taste fabby :) ... and then eat them (that's is the best bit )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227802788865853186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="80" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SIzi8DolRwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/gCxutoYFJUI/s320/P1020548.JPG" width="171" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;2) Take out the top plastic layer.....(only when it's empty...don't waste good chocolate)....and almost fill the gaps with water :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227806272915270066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="101" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SIzmG2usabI/AAAAAAAAAEg/jutJiiAzM8o/s320/P1020547.JPG" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;3) Put food colouring etc in the tray with the water....we used red, blue and yellow food colouring, eadible glitter, and in 2 we put a little bit of icing from those squirty pen things that you can buy for cake decorations..... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227808470830443762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="173" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SIzoGymgbPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/iot-_AyOWHc/s320/P1020551.JPG" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;4) Put tray in the freezer and leave over night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;5) Enjoy you AWESOME ice-cubes!! Have fun :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well.....I think that's it for today.....hope you enjoyed it.....it was abit random.....but oh well :P i love random....bibi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-1264523604187335180?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/1264523604187335180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=1264523604187335180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/1264523604187335180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/1264523604187335180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-for-my-next-trick.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;color:#6600cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;And For My Next Trick...&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SIzaDiDbEaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m0q3VoR5Ryg/s72-c/P1020525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-3475530551909149203</id><published>2008-07-26T08:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T13:21:20.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Earring Collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But just to start you off...I make a lot of earrings because it's cheaper than buying them... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;These ones are made out of card...i printed out the pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SItEoBth0WI/AAAAAAAAAAg/quVuBDSPDrQ/s1600-h/P1020458.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;tures from the Internet and cut them into jigsaw puzzle pieces. I love these, I think they're really cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SItGvERYviI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9rG16gJmWR4/s1600-h/P1020458.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;e. They were one of the first pairs I ever made :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227351177126718290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="151" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SItIMyzbq1I/AAAAAAAAABA/6rzC_QnUZEc/s320/P1020458.JPG" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love cartoon style earrings. When I was little, I loved watching the Smurfs, and inspiration struck me a while ago. My sister has this stuff called "Shrinkles"...its a shiney paper that you can print or draw onto...and then you cook it and it shrinks. So I printed off pictures of Smurfs onto the paper and put them on a chain :) I love these....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SItMGAD59kI/AAAAAAAAABI/cyJfCfEha8w/s1600-h/P1020508.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227355458472900162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="205" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SItMGAD59kI/AAAAAAAAABI/cyJfCfEha8w/s320/P1020508.JPG" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227355952510723890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="173" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SItMiwfs5zI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KzuGjF0EQYU/s320/P1020505.JPG" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;---Awsome---&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm a very musical person...I love singing, and I was in a show afew weeks ago - my drama group did West Side Story - and I loved that. To enphasise this I made some earrings out of some guitar picks...I spilt coffee all over the man in the shop I bought them from in the process, but still...I like the earrings :D...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227358757698831442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="140" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SItPGCoqhFI/AAAAAAAAABY/L5JnA2IfWBI/s320/P1020461.JPG" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I make a lot of earrings out of polimer clay...it means that there are less restrictions. Also, it allows my designs to be more quirky and individual...that way they stand out more...and make more of a statement. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SItT0iuDpgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1yY1PasrEMQ/s1600-h/P1020472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227363954631878146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px" height="126" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SItT0iuDpgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1yY1PasrEMQ/s320/P1020472.JPG" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SItUK5DrEDI/AAAAAAAAACA/lKCYmEbFWlk/s1600-h/P1020483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227364338585243698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px" height="125" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SItUK5DrEDI/AAAAAAAAACA/lKCYmEbFWlk/s320/P1020483.JPG" width="187" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SItTnLB_VoI/AAAAAAAAABw/3LkKaajz8l8/s1600-h/P1020469.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227363724934731394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px" height="109" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SItTnLB_VoI/AAAAAAAAABw/3LkKaajz8l8/s320/P1020469.JPG" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SItTBRslGLI/AAAAAAAAABg/rndOL30rPq4/s1600-h/P1020465.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227363073888950450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px" height="129" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SItTBRslGLI/AAAAAAAAABg/rndOL30rPq4/s320/P1020465.JPG" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SItUkfO7qeI/AAAAAAAAACI/9--DQy59aBQ/s1600-h/P1020515.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227364778329745890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px" height="122" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SItUkfO7qeI/AAAAAAAAACI/9--DQy59aBQ/s320/P1020515.JPG" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227412913701842642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="104" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SIuAWVd87tI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4fvm_Kjxsg4/s320/P1020467.JPG" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We have a BRILLIANT little bead shop in town...it's really cheap (like....3p a bead) and has an absolutly huge selection. Also the people there are really nice...they make you feel really welcome and chat to me while i spend money :D so I have a wide range of beads and really like the earrings that i make out of them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SItX0zcnG5I/AAAAAAAAACY/H4RM54wlqVM/s1600-h/P1020470.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227368357168618386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" height="128" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SItX0zcnG5I/AAAAAAAAACY/H4RM54wlqVM/s320/P1020470.JPG" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SItYfJTO4aI/AAAAAAAAACo/zEUPk25vhvU/s1600-h/P1020485.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227369084589367714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" height="111" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SItYfJTO4aI/AAAAAAAAACo/zEUPk25vhvU/s320/P1020485.JPG" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227412161699147794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 77px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="192" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SIt_qkCicBI/AAAAAAAAADA/lUxYdS-TAHY/s320/P1020490.JPG" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SIt_Na-VslI/AAAAAAAAAC4/CWpj3LL6V8M/s1600-h/P1020489.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227411661049410130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px" height="130" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SIt_Na-VslI/AAAAAAAAAC4/CWpj3LL6V8M/s320/P1020489.JPG" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SIt_8kUzNlI/AAAAAAAAADI/MKETHNWoGQI/s1600-h/P1020503.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227412471013389906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px" height="177" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SIt_8kUzNlI/AAAAAAAAADI/MKETHNWoGQI/s320/P1020503.JPG" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227368792920533330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="122" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SItYOKv9qVI/AAAAAAAAACg/VEtcAnrZjmU/s320/P1020475.JPG" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227413564798664978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="143" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SIuA8O_iARI/AAAAAAAAADY/CPgexRgM6Yw/s320/P1020513.JPG" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lastly...my sister bought me an old clock off the market in town. It didn't work, had no strap, and the screws were showing. So I took it apart and used the cogs for these earrings. They're really unusualy and I love them!! I get loads of complements when I wear them... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Let me Know what you think... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-3475530551909149203?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/3475530551909149203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=3475530551909149203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/3475530551909149203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/3475530551909149203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2008/07/but-just-to-start-you-off.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;color:#6600cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;My Earring Collection&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tnIAJsAImNs/SItIMyzbq1I/AAAAAAAAABA/6rzC_QnUZEc/s72-c/P1020458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457024919594523420.post-6248518811921582336</id><published>2008-07-26T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T13:19:41.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi everyone :D...I think you should know that I've never done a blog before...so bare with me while I learn...it may take a while, but I'll get there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I think that for now - while I'm still getting used to this new fangled technology :P - I'll just keep things simple. I'll do daily blogs as I have tonnes of spare time now school has broken up for the summer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So just let me know if I'm doing it right...or warn me in case I'm doing it wrong :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457024919594523420-6248518811921582336?l=loopsidaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/6248518811921582336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=457024919594523420&amp;postID=6248518811921582336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/6248518811921582336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457024919594523420/posts/default/6248518811921582336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopsidaisies.blogspot.com/2008/07/hi-d.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3333ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#6600cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Hi :D&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Laura Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460929807513169251</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/--0QIqtYZ3MU/Tl-iS4J9XMI/AAAAAAAAArI/spprSlhL5Yg/s220/098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
