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  <title>my ramblings</title>
  <subtitle>dont judge me on the wierdness of my mind</subtitle>
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    <name>jen</name>
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  <updated>2006-11-03T21:14:40Z</updated>
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    <title>hello</title>
    <published>2006-11-03T21:14:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-03T21:14:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I havent been on this in ages but with the sudden addictiveness of facebook i figured i shud get addicted to another website so i have two reasons for failing my degree. hmm, cant remember the last time i wrote on here so a quick recap of my life for the last two years.&lt;br /&gt;one was spent in college, hellish time 2nd, got kinda bored, had first real relationship, still carry the scars to this day.&lt;br /&gt;second, 2 months spent in wales, so much fun! 2 months spent in clacton, not as much fun, then went home for about 4 months, dated my salsa teacher, was a temp, oh the boredom, then went back to wales for 6 months, broke up with salsa teacher, kinda started dating a magician, that has now ended, not my choice, was a dancer, ran the teenage club, lots of fun, am now at uni taking physics feeling old coz everyone else on me course is 18, and am feeling stupid as cant remember a thing, dont ever take a gap year if your doing a science, erm thats bout it, am now avoiding doing work at uni. oh and am going to wales tomorow for the weekend to go to a christmas party and dress up.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ickleblondeme:7764</id>
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    <title>ickleblondeme @ 2005-05-03T17:42:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-03T16:43:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-03T16:43:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.trackertrail.com/survival/fire/cokeandchocolatebar/"&gt;http://www.trackertrail.com/survival/fire/cokeandchocolatebar/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you virgin radio!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ickleblondeme:7583</id>
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    <title>ickleblondeme @ 2005-04-17T20:37:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-17T20:26:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-17T20:26:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.shanemcdonald.com/laughs/l-30-things-make-you-smile.html"&gt;http://www.shanemcdonald.com/laughs/l-30-things-make-you-smile.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please read, made me smile, kinda thought it might make others smile to</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ickleblondeme:7269</id>
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    <title>ickleblondeme @ 2005-04-13T21:19:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-13T20:39:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-13T20:39:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Im searching for a car at the moment due to finalling having enough money to buy one. Im not doing very well with my search, and have become very frustrated with not being able to find one. I became even more frustrated when I kept on seeing monkey's drive past in their shiny new cars. I went on to google and typed "monkey's driving cars", and found this website devoted to mr monkey. Now the monkey's i saw driving around were a little bigger, so i was a little concerned, but then i realised that the monkey only looked small because of the way the clever person who took the photograph took it to make it look really small and like it was taken on a carpet in a house, its truely amazing. anyway, these monkeys in there flash cars get them for free! there testing them for the new company which is trying to make cars run on laughter, like in Monsters Inc. They were kinda slow though so im not sure if they'll take off. hmmmm, curious. yes, so that was my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. website address below to mr monkey's car. great photography!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.houseoftheorangemonkey.co.uk/monkey/mobile/vroom.htm"&gt;http://www.houseoftheorangemonkey.co.uk/monkey/mobile/vroom.htm&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ickleblondeme:7032</id>
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    <title>why every university should have telescopes</title>
    <published>2005-03-02T21:14:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-02T21:14:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Five for Fightinh - Jainy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Every university should have telescopes. I have two brilliant, well not actually but never mind, arguments behind this.&lt;br /&gt;1. With telescopes pretty pictures of the stars can be taken. This is very important as within my course i wish to do a module at least on astronomy, and will therefore have to take pretty pictures of the stars. It takes all the fun out of it just receiving files from someone else, therefore a telescope is needed.&lt;br /&gt;2. It seems to me uni's with telescopes have nice normal people with good taste in music, Durham's astronomy students were playing "Five For Fighting", tis a brilliant album. However uni's without telescopes, namely Warwick, have scary people! scary prof's who are bald on top with long hair at the sides, which is in perfect ringlets, and scary candidates who ask lots of questions and like to stand really close to u, well me anyway, scary scary scary people.&lt;br /&gt;Any, those are my reasons why every university should have at least one telescope, and now, due to the brilliance of the reasons, every uni without one will now immediately go buy one, just u wait and see.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ickleblondeme:6793</id>
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    <title>hmm.....</title>
    <published>2005-02-28T21:56:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-28T21:56:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">im happy, and i remember from a conversation with steve where i kinda mentioned how i only seem to wrtie on this thing when im depressed or annoyed or have had another lack of confidence. i therefore decided to write on here when happy. though now i cant think want to write about. i shall think about it and come back later, or probably tomorow, sorry for pointless entry.</content>
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    <title>ickleblondeme @ 2004-12-20T20:21:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-20T20:22:00Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-20T20:22:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Just to stop people asking me when i get back to college i thought id tell you that I didnt get into Oxford, unsurprisingly, so I would appreciate it if you didn't ask. Thank you.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ickleblondeme:5830</id>
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    <title>ickleblondeme @ 2004-10-24T15:33:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-24T14:33:55Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-24T14:33:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Im not sulky any more. Im happy</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ickleblondeme:5181</id>
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    <title>way to fun</title>
    <published>2004-07-14T21:48:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-14T21:48:30Z</updated>
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    <title>huh?</title>
    <published>2004-07-14T20:55:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-14T20:55:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/Vincentsdream/1074564085_resamhappy.gif" border="0" alt="happy"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well your Happy, yes thats right your so happy, so&lt;br&gt;pretty and witty and if i go on any more i will&lt;br&gt;have to pay for the rights of this song so,&lt;br&gt;great jop your one of the lucky ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Vincentsdream/quizzes/What%20Emotion%20Dominates%20you%3F%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Emotion Dominates you? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>because jade nagged me</title>
    <published>2004-07-14T20:40:46Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-14T20:40:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I must admit i havent written in here for ages, as the dates of the entries give away. i must take them off, tho how is something i must find out, which i will never get round to, so they will stay and make me look bad for not writing in enough. iv have nothing to rite. i feel so pathetic! boo hoo&lt;br /&gt;i need a job. im poor. me boss is evil. and no one with lots of hours and a fun job wants to hire me! ok, moaning ova.&lt;br /&gt;i have a pet dragon named bill. he sleeps in me back yard and hes very friendly. he gives me lifts places and we go on journies all around the world. we visit the mermaids in the atlantic ocean, then we visit the elves in Russia, then the goblins in Holland, then big foot in the antartica, then the leprachuns in Ireland etc. we have many fun adventures together and one day im going to write them all down in a book and sell them and make lots of money and then retire to a tropical island somewhere with bill.</content>
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    <title>dreams</title>
    <published>2004-06-25T20:14:38Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-25T20:14:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i hate it when dreams end. when the thing that uve been dreaming about for so long ends, not because u want it to, but because u realise it will never happen. this is stupidly painful for me. the ending of the dream is done by me, but still it kills. this is mainly because although i know that the dream is pointless, there is still a small part of me which keeps it alive, making the fact that it will neva occur even more painful. i become so wrapped up in this thing that i want to occur i lose sight of what does occur and what other things can occur. it is so stupid. i would like, for just this once, for my dream to come true. this has never happened before, never has something iv wanted extremly badly ever occured, no matter how much i tried to get it, never if it layed fully within my heart has it occured. now i want it to, but it is out of my hands. i can do nothing towards making this dream occur. i have to just sit and wait in turmoil wishing hard, whilst knowing that itll never actually occur, and waste my time wishing it will. it is stupid and waste to much on doing this, but i just really need this to happen, but i cant do anything to make it.</content>
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    <title>The art of being sensible</title>
    <published>2004-06-23T17:52:12Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-23T17:52:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This art has invaded me. to be sensible would be to revise when i have plenty of time and are doing nothing else. where as i revise at 5 o clock on the day of the exam. to be sensible would be to concentrate on the questions within the exam fully throughtout the exam, not ponder on why i cant remember the dream i had last night, and wherever or not it meant anything, which has nothing to do with the exam in question. i would also not go to the lesson afterwards, a nice easy physics lesson, to do more on expotentials whilst battling with a headache and my stomach moaning that it is hungry. oh, to be sensible is something i would love to be. but then if ur sensible u r seen as boring, although are the things i want to b sensible at things that will make me seem boring, or does my absence of senibleness (i dont care if thats not a word, it sounds kinda cewl, or not depending on ur views) make me interesting or am i just a boring person that has no hope of eva becoming interesting. &lt;br /&gt;the last "or" was put in due to my mind working over time and it making me worry that the two ideas before hand would make me look egotistical if i did not put myself down at the end of it. im strange, and yet so like the rest of society</content>
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    <title>ickleblondeme @ 2004-06-17T22:10:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-17T21:20:18Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Its 22:10. i have just watched City of Angels and ive had to wipe away the tears. i knew she was gonna die all the way thru but i still did not believe she wud. she didnt need to. it was a film. films r there for the pretence that the time that we watch them everythings gonna work out fine and every1 will live happily eva after. that in my view is the need for films. if i want to cry ill listen to a song that makes me cry. films r to make me happy and to convince me that no matter what happens everything will work out rite in the end. especially romantic films. i dont care if u think im sad or pathetic, i like them. i like them to finish happily as well. i like to b given the false hope that no matter how desperate it looks, no matter how unlikely something is, it will always happen if itll make the ppl within it happy. i use this within my own life. i dont care if the odds against something are pathetic, if my imagination can come up with ways to make it occur to my mind it will, until my imagination becomes obsessed with something else. it makes no sense and it is incredible stupid, but hey, thats me all ova. as u can tell this is a rant which i will probably read in the morning and hate myself 4, and ill probably get some comments telling me how stupid i am. well, guess what, i know that already and i dont care anymore. take this as u like, comment if u want to, i just needed to say it.</content>
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    <title>my hand aches</title>
    <published>2004-05-24T15:16:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-24T15:16:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">why is it wheneva i come out of exams i always get cramp in my hands. im not even writing for that long yet they still hurt afterwards. tis very stupid and pointless.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot my key today so i had go and attack my mum at work to get one. tho, i technically didnt forget my key, i took my old one instead of my new one which i admit was very stupid, but hey, i had more important things to worry about, like compound intervals and stuff. hmm... how thrilling</content>
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    <title>ickleblondeme @ 2004-05-13T20:30:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-13T19:30:41Z</published>
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    <content type="html">i feel lonely</content>
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    <title>A fairy story</title>
    <published>2004-05-11T20:08:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-11T20:08:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Once upon a time, a long time ago, very far from here a faerie was crying by a river. this faeries name was Bob, and the reason she was crying was due to her name. now it was usually for faeries to have very beautiful names, one which reflected their beauty and their personality's. however, because Bob's parents had so many children they had run out of names and so called their last daughter Bob. this name brought her much unhappiness as she was teased by the other fairy children and called names, because she was seen as ugly and horrible. &lt;br /&gt;It was normal for faeries to be married and paired up by the age of 16, but because of Bob's name nobody wanted her. her parents could not find one single faerie who wanted to marry her, and it was becoming rather desperate as it was nearing her 18th birthday, so her parents decided that if they could not marry her off by her 18th she would be sold as a slave to one of the aristacrats within the vast kingdom. &lt;br /&gt;and so her 18th birthday came and went, and she was sold off to the Dsimanek family, a very well respected family who were very close to the royal family. now everyday Bob would cook, wash and clean for them, making sure she was never soon at that her tasks were done in secret, as slaves were not allowed to be seen, let alone heard. Bob did this for 2 years, never complaining, and always finishing her jobs with perfection. over these two years Bob learnt to sing, as well as how to play the guitar. she became a master at singing and playing beautiful songs and soon she was writing songs as well, songs about love and loniless, feelings that she had and longed for.&lt;br /&gt;now one day, the prince of the kingdom was visting the Dsimanek family as they were trying to pair him up with their youngest daughter, Ascension, which meant precious white lily. although the prince was evry fond of Ascension, he did not love her, and he did not want a loveless marriage. whilst walking around the Dsimanek household trying to avoid going back into the dining room he heard Bob singing. he fell instantly in love with her and he knew he must marry her. from that day on he was round the Dsimanek's house, trying desperately to see her, to talk to her, and to take her as his wife. eventually the Dsimanek's became curious as to why he came round everyday and still had not married their daughter. in the end he had to confess. the Dsimanek's were shocked, yet they respected the princes wishes and called Bob to them. they had never learnt her name, as that was done, so they called her it when she was brought to them. the prince was shocked and asked her what her name was. too ashamed to admit what it was she burst into tears. the prince swiftly comforted her and soon she had gained enough courage to tell him her name. the prince did not feel that her name suited her, and so he changed it there and then to Plumatella, which meant fairest in all the kingdom. &lt;br /&gt;Soon they were married, and the whole kingdom rejoiced. finally Bob had happiness, a prince charming, and she lived happily ever after.</content>
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    <title>The Poddington Peas</title>
    <published>2004-05-06T19:03:14Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-06T19:03:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"Down at the bottom of the garden,&lt;br /&gt;Among the birds and the beas,&lt;br /&gt;A little lot of little people, &lt;br /&gt;They call the Poddington Peas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres Creepy, Black Eye Pea and Dumpy. &lt;br /&gt;Keep it a secret now please. &lt;br /&gt;Theres Zippy, Happy and theres Sweepy. &lt;br /&gt;And all the Poddington Peas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Poddington Peas!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank you</content>
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    <title>aghhhh! Monday!</title>
    <published>2004-05-04T19:22:23Z</published>
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    <content type="html">ok. im slightly worried. my performing arts practical which i thought was in bout 2/3 weeks, is next monday, and im not ready! im one of the most nervous ppl ever and if i know its not ready im gonna fuck up and then ill get a crap grade. nooooooooooooo! music shudnt b 2 bad. my flute piece is ok, just need to find martin to practise with the piano more and the other ones fine. but dance, ahhh, crap. thats looking worrying. iv had a bit of a break through as iv found very cewl music for the bit where i die, good old santana, sounds strange but it will work. but that means we have to change the music to the bit b4 that, which im gonna chnage to a Fuel song, probably, thats if my group agree, which they probably wont, but hey, its worth a shot.&lt;br /&gt;ppl keep on asking me to tutor them maths. i tutor Lukes sister, im gonna help a girl at college and theres this other girl who also needs help. i dont mind it, but my parents keep on saying, "u could do that full time", or "why dont u teach when ur older?" just coz i have fuck all idea what i want to do, thinking something sciencey or history based, does not mean im gonna go "oh, yes, why not". grrr, tis getting annoying.&lt;br /&gt;i got very wet today. it rained, and i had to walk, and my trainers were soaked for the rest of the day. this just backs up my point that rain on the way to somewhere is bad. had it rained on the way home i would have been very happy as i could have had a nice warm shower when i got in and had a cup of and warm clothes, and it wouldve been very nice and cosy. stupid british weather.&lt;br /&gt;iv moaned to much. i shall rite boiut something happy. oh, i know, i watched dirty dancing for the 1st time yesterday and i loved it! brilliant girly film, great soundtrack, and i had to go and prance for a long time afterwards, tho with no pratick swazie (sp? cant b bothered to check), hes not my type anyway, but still. hmmm.... i wud love to be in that film. though the girl was to, oh let me help you. she got slighty annoying, tho i wud still love to play that part. hmm..... what a nice day dream.</content>
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    <title>im lazy</title>
    <published>2004-04-30T16:25:13Z</published>
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    <content type="html">i havent written in this 4 a while due to 1) not having anything to rite bout and 2) not being bothered and 3) not really having the time.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.... it seems many other ppl have started a journal and theres all look much more iteresting than mine so i must rite bout something interesting.&lt;br /&gt;battle of the bands was gwd on tues, tho i believe it shud not have actually been a battle, more a just random bands playing, also with a fairer system of deciding the order of the bands playing. would have kept the cewlness of it without the band feelings of the unfairness of the voting.&lt;br /&gt;the closeness of exams is starting to slightly worry me, especially for performing arts, the easiest subject in the world which is why i do no work for it, which i shud, coz i have 2 practicals very soon and i am not prepared. firstly a dance practical where i have to watch part of my personality be beaten up and in the end killed, so therefore i die also. what we have so far is good, but we only have bout half of it and the exam is in bout 2 weeks. slightly panicking. also music practical. now "ive got rythm" is fine, that i can 4 the sheer fact that it is nice and low and suits my very crap and scarily slightly manly voice. however, "but not for me", ahh crap. most of its relatively ok, except the stupod blue note which sounds good if i get it, but i mostly dont so it sounds crap. may have to resort to playing it on the flute. probably wud make more sense. &lt;br /&gt;diet seems to be going well. although its not noticable, according to me scales iv lost a little weight, which means i shud b able to lose a good amount before half term, and the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;everywhere i look there seems to b happy couples everywhere. now this is gwd coz it means ppl r happy, and most of these ppl are my friends so im happy 4 them, but wen ur standing in the middle, and ur surrounded by couples, it can drive a person a little loopy, and make them feel single, even if they dont care they are. its very annoying, but there is nothing i can, except sit back and talk about how pretty trees are.</content>
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    <title>hot water</title>
    <published>2004-04-21T18:52:37Z</published>
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    <content type="html">its wednesday (arent u impressed that i learnt the days of the week?) so that means its up 2 me to cook dinner. by this i mean mashed potatoe, peas/beans ( i dont like bank beans so i dont have them, i have peas which are much nicer) and sausages or chicken nuggets or something else like that, very easy so i can prance around me kitchen at the same time. anyway, the story concerns the mashed potatoes. now as u know to make mashed potatoes u boil potatoes till there cooked, then mash them with butter, cream if ur delia smith, and salt and pepper. i can cook them, i can mash them, with cream if i can find some, and i can serve them, i just have a little trouble draining the water. now this is boiling water and i usually manage to avoid getting it all over me. 2day i cud not manage me and iv burnt me fingers. they hurt tons and i feel like a prize twat, which i am.&lt;br /&gt;tho i have done worse in the kitchen. im not a bad cook, more not a safe cook. cooking kebabs in yr 11 i manage to set fire to the grill. i managed to get it out quickly tho, but still. twas not gwd.&lt;br /&gt;that is all i can rite as me fingers wont stop hurting so im gonna go stand like a twat by the sink and run them under cold water, or just find some ice.</content>
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    <title>rain</title>
    <published>2004-04-19T18:02:57Z</published>
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    <content type="html">i like rain. its very pretty and very refreshing. i like walking home in the rain coz wen u get home u can take of ur horrible wet clothes, have a bath and put on nice warm dry clothes and have a big mug of hot chocolate with marshmellows on top. hmmmm. however, today it rained during the day, so i wasnt able to walk home it in, tho i also did not get wet coz i was in the refrectory, nice and warm and snug watching it come down and attempting to concentrate on some classics homework i shud have done ages ago which was due in last lesson.&lt;br /&gt;the one thing bout rain is if it rains when ur going somewhere, like colleges, and u have no umbrella. u get wet, ur hair either goes frizzy or flat and dull like mine does and u look a mess for the rest of the day. tho it was worse wen i went to school as my lovely white shirt wud go transparent, unless i did up my gorgeous green blazer, or wore the sexy grey jumper. was very annoying.&lt;br /&gt;the hail stones were very cewl today. the way they bounced off the ground. they looked like they were dancing. it ammused me for the best part of 10 mins watching them bounce and letting my imagination runaway with me. by the end of it they were fairies having a joint celebration to celebrate the coming of spring and the wedding of there prince to a local girl who he fell in love with after a very long and complicated fairy story which i was not able to finish thinking about as i got shouted at by the little voice in my head to work. which its telling me to do now, so i must go.</content>
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    <title>a story</title>
    <published>2004-04-17T17:58:03Z</published>
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    <content type="html">a little story about a catapilar,a cat,oatmeal,soya milk and a game of skitles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day a little catapilar called maz went walking down road. it was a very long road with many different coloured. maz decided he was hungry, so being the obnoxious little scamp that he is, he went up to a cat and demanded food. now this cat was no ordinary cat. it was a cat with a particular love of the game skittles, so in order to be able to play a game, he made a deal with the catapilar that he wud give the catapilar some food, if he played a game of skittles with him. &lt;br /&gt;the game was a fierce battle of physical prowess and superior intellect. in the end the cat won, due to more experience. the cat then gave the catapilar some food. as he hadnt been to safeways yet, the cat only had oatmoal and soya milk, but the catapilar did not mind and soon the cat and the catapilar were eating oatmeal and drinking soya milk in the summer sun, before the catapilar had to go, as his mum was calling him home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope u like my little story.</content>
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    <title>revision</title>
    <published>2004-04-15T19:48:08Z</published>
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    <content type="html">i must do some. i went round a friends house 2day to do some classics revision, and we did nothing. well, wen u hav new revelations bout close friends its somehow hard to concentrate on the thrillingness of how many times Odysseus cries and what that reflects about his character. hmm, oh well, ill do some sometime, im thinking the week b4 the exam at the mo.&lt;br /&gt;i have a very cool curser at the moment. its very cool. there are lots to choose from. due to my little sis iv refrained myself from getting the one which moons u, or the one the flashes u, or pukes up, or pisses. instead, to please her, iv got a doggy one, coz she has a slight obsession with dogs.&lt;br /&gt;iv always wanted chow chow for a pet. i have a very nice, if not aggressive and slightly moody, dog at the mo, but chow chows have always looked so cute that iv always wanted one, tho ill have to wait till im older till i get one, as there going b kinda expensive. oh well, ill just have to wait.</content>
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    <title>hmmm, i like tea</title>
    <published>2004-04-14T17:20:02Z</published>
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    <content type="html">teas nice. its so comforting. i have mine white with 1 sugar. not the healthiest of tea, but its better than what it used to be, very white with 2 sugars, so im kinda pleased with myself. i tried this pink berry type tea thing the other day at work and it was v skanky. looked v pretty and smelt beautiful, just didnt taste very nice so i put in lots n lots of sugar and it became sweet, but remained skanky. they have this orange type tea i mite try on sat, break up the day a bit and make work a little more thrilling.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of work, worked yesterday and broke 3 glasses. im not sure even how. i hardly eva break glasses, i cant actually remember the last time i broke 1. grrr, tho lucky my boss didnt say anything, i think 4 once he actually read my mood and constrianned himself from making a sarcastic comment. i was quite shocked, but very pleased, i cud not hav dealt with that, well i cud, but i didnt want 2.&lt;br /&gt;nooooooo! iv finished my tea! i must go get more. normal english tea.</content>
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