tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90068902095843274842023-11-16T03:14:07.103-08:00Ya mumma (I iz ghetto, YO!)Online journal really, nothing intresting as such, just rambles and updates on my life, which is so intresting blatently 8-)Catherineeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02865263084048874104noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006890209584327484.post-31724368082920835932009-12-18T14:41:00.001-08:002009-12-18T14:47:06.854-08:00TWILIGHT SUUUUUUUX<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrUCoxhxSx43H8UjzXCeZuzXC-wswIrntRk8bAoEeWWmt8tED0BnndD_U1kYPXJsSLwtw18YdoV-4yjxu6ukptrPcZxc6oVwvknQ0e2mmCTr7ReHKTxwdQEUWIaRwG6JMySfwGDX8Q2psu/s1600-h/Twilight_Sucks_by_DevilsPhantasmagoria.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 344px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrUCoxhxSx43H8UjzXCeZuzXC-wswIrntRk8bAoEeWWmt8tED0BnndD_U1kYPXJsSLwtw18YdoV-4yjxu6ukptrPcZxc6oVwvknQ0e2mmCTr7ReHKTxwdQEUWIaRwG6JMySfwGDX8Q2psu/s400/Twilight_Sucks_by_DevilsPhantasmagoria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416711430710806002" border="0" /></a>
<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Cat/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Wingdings; panose-1:5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:2; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:0 268435456 0 0 -2147483648 0;} @font-face {font-family:"Book Antiqua"; panose-1:2 4 6 2 5 3 5 3 3 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:595.3pt 841.9pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">This isn't my final draft, but I'm thinking I'm sending this off to Stepanie Meyer. :)
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<br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Dear Ms Meyer,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:85%;" ><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:85%;" >I’m going to be blunt. Your ‘twilight’ series is easily the worst piece of literature I’ve ever come across.<span style=""> </span>Ernest Hemmingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald and J.K Rowling. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:85%;" >When I was reading the first book in your collection, it got to the stage when halfway through I lost the will to live. Not in the ‘I want to be a vampire and live forever in an un-dead kind of way’, in a sort of ‘I would rather tear out my own eyes and slowly bleed to death than read another word of this shit’. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:85%;" ><span style=""> </span>Reasons why your book is shit: you cannot write, Meyer, you just can’t. Face it. I understand you want to write from the point of view of a whiny teenage girl (which, to be fair, you do very well, Bella is whiny and incredibly annoying, which many teenage girls are) but a whiny teenage girl who uses words such as ‘irrevocably’. The only person I know to talk like that has much more sense than to get turned on by dead guys. You have over-used your thesaurus; quite a few of your sentences make no sense. I’d find you an example, but quite simply I can’t be fucked to get up. </span><span style="font-family:Wingdings;font-size:85%;"><span style="">J</span></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:85%;" > Also, you use the word ‘and’ way to much ‘and I felt this, and Edward did this and then Edward did that and and and…’ etc. Also, well done for ruining vampires for the world. They used to be scary but cool villans. Now they're gay little creatures that sparkle a bit in the sun. They are supposed to catch fire. That's way more fun.
<br /><span style=""> </span>I’d also like to point out Bella comes across as a participant of necrophilia. She only seems to be interested in guys who are super powered vampires or werewolves who never put their shirt on.
<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:85%;" >I’m writing you this letter to ask you for my time back. I’m never going to get this time back I’ve spent wasting reading your bollocks, Stephanie, but if you could find some way to give me my time back that’d be much appreciated.
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<br /></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:85%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:85%;" ><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:85%;" >Yours Sincerely, Catherine Barkley, aged 17 years and 10 months</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;">
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<br /></span></p> Catherineeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02865263084048874104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006890209584327484.post-47078447578396587672009-10-05T10:43:00.000-07:002009-10-05T10:57:04.660-07:00Ill. Again.I am sick.<br />I am sick of always being sick.<br />I am sick of music videos which I replace irritating adverts with.<br />I am sick of my many many typos.<br />I am sick of my brother's best friend always giving me attitude when he is always in my house.<br />I am sick of scrubs re-runs.<br />I am sick of never having any appetite.<br />I am sick of my cat dribbling on me or my food when I actually try to eat.<br />I am sick of this whole application to uni process.<br />I am sick of my dreams getting crushed all the time.<br />I am sick of my mind constantly doubting what I do or trying to work out what I've done wrong.<br />I am sick of terminal cancer and kidney stones.<br />I am sick of crying so much I cannot seem to stop.<br /><br />I' m just a little bit sick of life right fucking now.Catherineeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02865263084048874104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006890209584327484.post-81299579768805379762009-09-26T14:34:00.000-07:002009-09-26T15:03:46.915-07:00Taliesin<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhbKezO3_A38UKAFAM8CexR8DvNCVovuKvc_JGirLYF4Ub1KLHU4ZiwwKOFK_kWuiueO_5VkhrLXp1bokTChkfqq_P5vMCR1xd_y1kdGzpHILrAFHeJ38AecGK9wNh9-ov10ko_HayPCSF/s1600-h/9023_141707322946_635292946_2771521_7573825_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhbKezO3_A38UKAFAM8CexR8DvNCVovuKvc_JGirLYF4Ub1KLHU4ZiwwKOFK_kWuiueO_5VkhrLXp1bokTChkfqq_P5vMCR1xd_y1kdGzpHILrAFHeJ38AecGK9wNh9-ov10ko_HayPCSF/s400/9023_141707322946_635292946_2771521_7573825_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385897016623881874" border="0" /></a><br />I went to North Wales for the week with 2 English teachers and 15 other pupils. This was nice, I got on with pretty much everyone actually, and that was nice. I won the "ginger wanabee" award, and the professional poets and teachers (and a few of the students) really liked me poem. My mum didn't so much, but I can understand that.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The Embrace</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">When I was young, I would find them </span> <span style="font-style: italic;">sometimes, standing at the top</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">of the mountain of stairs</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">hugging. </span> <span style="font-style: italic;">I would feel left out, and my little hands</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">would clutch at their legs.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">I wanted to be a part of the moment;</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">but I ruined theirs instead.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">He would march off.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">She would smile, absently, and ruffle my hair.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Today I have to sense to leave them to their moment.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">They stand at the top of a shrunken hill.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">I watch them from a distance:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">She clutches his waist.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">His arms hang limp by his sides.</span><br /><br />Actually pretty happy with this. This is unusual for me. :)<br /><br />Anywho, here's a series of photos<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS8KAKYHdVZpeYjxqmjNYEDnKfUHlALjqx2zwqWoKRDaOYKWNPBfbSxTq3nk6SKi0RN4OCxxwLjb2t_HwF9U9nIsybgzlEVhiQst77oEgAj3mAaSIvyWaBrVO1OHmJjIZK1c9uV6Thoqzt/s1600-h/9023_141707732946_635292946_2771581_6687082_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS8KAKYHdVZpeYjxqmjNYEDnKfUHlALjqx2zwqWoKRDaOYKWNPBfbSxTq3nk6SKi0RN4OCxxwLjb2t_HwF9U9nIsybgzlEVhiQst77oEgAj3mAaSIvyWaBrVO1OHmJjIZK1c9uV6Thoqzt/s400/9023_141707732946_635292946_2771581_6687082_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385897153264323458" border="0" /></a>you can't see it, but Will's put a crab on his crotch. The joke is: "Will's got crabs". It was very funny :) Harry looks really impressed, no jokes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt6M-EsquJRtL2eJx_RXLppiB-tborDeAekenU2ZvOXQYKzYx2i8PSeFCd2s1CBAMajSGV97DWiY-VcOVX4MLazwq19CmyHquyuAGDCvIi8bB3fcGXWul8SRLFti94rC13ciaqT-COJU1T/s1600-h/9023_141707842946_635292946_2771597_2883640_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt6M-EsquJRtL2eJx_RXLppiB-tborDeAekenU2ZvOXQYKzYx2i8PSeFCd2s1CBAMajSGV97DWiY-VcOVX4MLazwq19CmyHquyuAGDCvIi8bB3fcGXWul8SRLFti94rC13ciaqT-COJU1T/s400/9023_141707842946_635292946_2771597_2883640_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385897746812883906" border="0" /></a>Will liked to steal my camera to take pictures of everyone's arses. There was a series of butts that followed this picture. I won't put them up here. But they are on facebook, if you really want to see them...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7w6K9GJMxmgnp6q7-unTA-IbexGGbDEMg4Ik4ZE4nuV47Zjo8jHLVJOzj7P6p3GwqA_pzut0RJ_WxPCzRNhTHFwUrMFIoFdHcOheyV4GgSFw9xuD9Y7EpI9yeNBhlySF4nVj_IfXDY7Ck/s1600-h/9023_141707312946_635292946_2771520_4570984_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7w6K9GJMxmgnp6q7-unTA-IbexGGbDEMg4Ik4ZE4nuV47Zjo8jHLVJOzj7P6p3GwqA_pzut0RJ_WxPCzRNhTHFwUrMFIoFdHcOheyV4GgSFw9xuD9Y7EpI9yeNBhlySF4nVj_IfXDY7Ck/s400/9023_141707312946_635292946_2771520_4570984_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385898085437678114" border="0" /></a>The hoodie was infamous. Will looks better in it that I do.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvTIE-IG1uWm8zxMzn3_ntTBFP6Toa5Co27zdUbc_y09PWjMGwOfbf4qO9hIuzwgMiEdn_r0zPwPdd8i24S0B0zh4wWEfLKh8Esze-WB6w5lwM6sIZgu74wlhTyNn3LQrzkjleEkDghDur/s1600-h/9023_141707402946_635292946_2771534_4014909_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvTIE-IG1uWm8zxMzn3_ntTBFP6Toa5Co27zdUbc_y09PWjMGwOfbf4qO9hIuzwgMiEdn_r0zPwPdd8i24S0B0zh4wWEfLKh8Esze-WB6w5lwM6sIZgu74wlhTyNn3LQrzkjleEkDghDur/s400/9023_141707402946_635292946_2771534_4014909_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385898318158887714" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXqzUaUmnhZlUxnsePKidpMPU26NPS2UbOHDcmpewbMQdclzkcHroLLufusLAz0UJSCTSDCNY0or-YbS8Jrj39PVte73oj1afOjmMqM1GuBtYX8onU_yTm11rmXBVJmCmfflTlQZG9aRG5/s1600-h/9023_141707372946_635292946_2771530_3397639_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXqzUaUmnhZlUxnsePKidpMPU26NPS2UbOHDcmpewbMQdclzkcHroLLufusLAz0UJSCTSDCNY0or-YbS8Jrj39PVte73oj1afOjmMqM1GuBtYX8onU_yTm11rmXBVJmCmfflTlQZG9aRG5/s400/9023_141707372946_635292946_2771530_3397639_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385898459361960434" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7vdt5bPEUXp_NbeLP1T9mtGtaf72QveN5k2P3OWZ-vdu258M_j-OMr_ju9UROR6xMJ_C8S_qqHuWLIb4wMzhpKKETPoy__e5uiVsOq6Ece29-WubmGdU5xE4SdGzzmfbqKYMiuOnDlwey/s1600-h/9023_141707922946_635292946_2771609_5640344_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7vdt5bPEUXp_NbeLP1T9mtGtaf72QveN5k2P3OWZ-vdu258M_j-OMr_ju9UROR6xMJ_C8S_qqHuWLIb4wMzhpKKETPoy__e5uiVsOq6Ece29-WubmGdU5xE4SdGzzmfbqKYMiuOnDlwey/s400/9023_141707922946_635292946_2771609_5640344_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385898562163382898" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4cxcReAJqVoTo3jKXZoN0DzLW70lhISt7-lua-F6nktoh0Q99_A4MS_FWB_k5K4-RrAvq0Fj6Bqb0YIB_E6q3ZTlUGvNZ8RWoetLoEH38jTHQkw4XUuV4VA5HY9aOdpJdo-nSXM9bCY4R/s1600-h/9023_141707827946_635292946_2771594_8227020_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4cxcReAJqVoTo3jKXZoN0DzLW70lhISt7-lua-F6nktoh0Q99_A4MS_FWB_k5K4-RrAvq0Fj6Bqb0YIB_E6q3ZTlUGvNZ8RWoetLoEH38jTHQkw4XUuV4VA5HY9aOdpJdo-nSXM9bCY4R/s400/9023_141707827946_635292946_2771594_8227020_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385898672414808962" border="0" /></a>Elenid was cold. I gave her my hoodie. Will kept going to give her kissed and cuddles, then realising she wasn't me, then stopping in his tracks, then being all "stop confusing meee!! D:" I lol'd. wouldn't have lol'd so much if he'd realised afterwards tho :P<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQsfbsrt4i9Yg-WuJykaulEemAhM-HgeOOlghhQftVTDiDEw7SVuzwBQXkLPFSOyi54CE0QpJ96ASeuMmbd3utvCnfRv27Yb3qZqx7zCbk6OR6dOedmNO8ppMVhFA8WLnfGz-t8LInbh7F/s1600-h/9023_141707962946_635292946_2771615_8342541_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQsfbsrt4i9Yg-WuJykaulEemAhM-HgeOOlghhQftVTDiDEw7SVuzwBQXkLPFSOyi54CE0QpJ96ASeuMmbd3utvCnfRv27Yb3qZqx7zCbk6OR6dOedmNO8ppMVhFA8WLnfGz-t8LInbh7F/s400/9023_141707962946_635292946_2771615_8342541_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385899410573187250" border="0" /></a>This just looked poetic, and proffesional. It was then followed by this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiev3P1dVuxHz4wueB7XpCmmd79SQbfKJ6OCU9RzV-x2B_VrvoY7zyVnjyLM8fCgw1J8EpUyYbJqAdXmGz_YszAL2DDOv2b59rke8emk0xYuPKmP58wwc3gbdgBDE-ubhRzFd_BYjDwPm6W/s1600-h/9023_141707977946_635292946_2771617_2292988_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiev3P1dVuxHz4wueB7XpCmmd79SQbfKJ6OCU9RzV-x2B_VrvoY7zyVnjyLM8fCgw1J8EpUyYbJqAdXmGz_YszAL2DDOv2b59rke8emk0xYuPKmP58wwc3gbdgBDE-ubhRzFd_BYjDwPm6W/s400/9023_141707977946_635292946_2771617_2292988_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385899583405087890" border="0" /></a>They went swimming in the cold, cold river. It was a race across. Will won. Andy got annoyed and splashed him. They had a conversation about cold bollocks for a while. To be fair, I would have joined them, but I was wearing white underwear, and no way in hell was I going see through.<br /><br />Overall: good times.<br /><br />(I'll do P some other time, peoples)Catherineeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02865263084048874104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006890209584327484.post-6630735583142785512009-09-06T12:03:00.000-07:002009-09-06T12:47:04.022-07:00O<div style="text-align: justify;">God, I am so ILL :(<br />I still think it's the iron thing. I've been feeling sick for ages, and this morning I threw up a nice big pile of bile. By this morning I mean about 5 am. Dad loved it, he was woken up. So was Lorraine, but apparenty she was already awake, so it's all good. Been feeling reeeally sick ever since too. Yay. I told mum this. She sorta glanced over, made a vague, non-commital sound and carried on watching the news. So nice to know I'm cared about.<br /><br />Well I am by one of my parents to be fair. When I was done vomiting dad bought me a glass of water and a bucket and sat in my room until I was asleep. He even held my hand so I knew he was still there. Rosie the dog felt like she wanted to be a part of the moment and put her paw on top of the pile of hands. Then she settled down on the end of my bed. She's lovely. I love that dog. :)<br /><br />Oh, faceborg does "fancheck" now. Unfortunately, faceborg dislikes uploading any of my pictures, so here it is here.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDOYwAadCCPg1zhfkRhDEDmmQ4FStOushpyzQo6UPn4-UOmvyjzCWoobXUzg5rbV5dOenxsGsMVgkd5i9y7RZYbxxX2PMrjvBzC9Kms0AAOAvu0VslDb1urlhxOq5-BWk9Bq7B5U6nKCp4/s1600-h/htwjgrshgth.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDOYwAadCCPg1zhfkRhDEDmmQ4FStOushpyzQo6UPn4-UOmvyjzCWoobXUzg5rbV5dOenxsGsMVgkd5i9y7RZYbxxX2PMrjvBzC9Kms0AAOAvu0VslDb1urlhxOq5-BWk9Bq7B5U6nKCp4/s400/htwjgrshgth.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378434078503250914" border="0" /></a>Interesting stuff. Well done, Hazel. You numba 1! =D<br /><br />I'm seriously going to be sick. I mean it. The back of my throat feels like it's burning. Might go sit in the toilet for a bit...<br /><br /><br />...well that was fun. Just sat in my toilet and retched quite violently for a bit. My body was gettingf all angry, it wanted to be sick, but it just wasn't man enough to do it....<br />what a pussy.<br /><br />You all needed to hear that, blatantly.<br /><br /></div>Dani, if you're reading this tonight, expect a phonecall tomorrow, I may not be going in.<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">First day back is always the good day of the year, everyone missed each other, everyone's back with their shiny new things. By the second day, the novelty is gone, noone cares anymore, and it's just a new day. I'm going back to the loo for a bit...<br />..still nothing. Well this really is a load of fun.<br /><br />aaanywho, lets do O now, so I don't need to keep telling you guise about my bathroom breaks.<br /><br />Oasis - Wonderwall<br />(it was stop crying your heart out for a while, but the local police edited that song as the backing song for a young girl meeting a paedophile, and it kinda ruined it for me. Apparently it's a true story, and the girl was brutally raped. That song was a pretty bad choice if you ask me. 'oh, stop crying about your violation, you silly girl, it'll be okay if you stop moaning.')<br /><br />Obadiah Parker - Hey Ya.<br />(One of my favourite songs ever. This bloke got famous via youtube, and he's excellent. It's the best cover of anything I've ever heard. His real name is Matt Weddle.)<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c745E7T_Wvg">Link</a><br /><br /><br /></div>Catherineeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02865263084048874104noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006890209584327484.post-5464725110542561152009-09-01T07:14:00.000-07:002009-09-01T07:36:41.048-07:00N"OHMIGAWDIT'SBRENDONURIE. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"<br /><br />lulz. Fallout boy live on youtube is fun. (: Especially when they bring on guests. And when I don't turn the volume down on my headphones it's even more fun. Still, I liked Journey's "Don't stop believin'. It's the one that everyone knows. but i am afraid to press play on the cover fall out boy have done. That girlie filming the thing has a reeeally loud high-pitched voice. Oh wait, it was her friend. Sorry. The person filming it expressed this first thing in the comments. I pity her.<br /><br />What's new? Oh yes. Finished my course of iron tablets. And what happens? No appetite for several days in a row, so I live on cups of tea and the odd dijestive biscuits, they're all I can manage. I should but rich tea instead. They better. (:<br /><br />This means yaaay, I get to go back to schedule another blood test. These aaallways make me faint. Mind you, the repulsion to food + the lack of food in my system = faintey Catherine.<br />Yaaaay.<br /><br />I should be making the most of these last couple of days of the holiday, I go back friday. Stupid C.R.E.W. :( Instead, this picture pretty much sums me up.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLWQvhVQT0qhEEkl9P8wxYqcTnFZXAgERpW3VuSoI2hsCTi2bf2skfMxwAZ2SxUvlirdTd6NanbOOKJyrqC3m-hLT6dvxI_yr3HhzprW4Sd56ba6kiUqdDpGYeZpYrB-4aFgvIP5liFMJv/s1600-h/funny-pictures-cat-cannot-reach-remote.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLWQvhVQT0qhEEkl9P8wxYqcTnFZXAgERpW3VuSoI2hsCTi2bf2skfMxwAZ2SxUvlirdTd6NanbOOKJyrqC3m-hLT6dvxI_yr3HhzprW4Sd56ba6kiUqdDpGYeZpYrB-4aFgvIP5liFMJv/s400/funny-pictures-cat-cannot-reach-remote.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376507114395749890" border="0" /></a><br />N<br /><br />Nine Inch Nails - Hurt.<br />Trent Reznor has a reeeally haunting voice. I love it. (:<br /><br />Noah and the Whale - 5 Years Time<br />Hear this song, you'll be singing it for days. It's a happy, catchy song. It's lush (:Catherineeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02865263084048874104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006890209584327484.post-31950834255611966152009-08-29T14:07:00.000-07:002009-09-01T07:21:03.290-07:00M<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgahuXdV_biilaeWbmxPg_mjjXN0Q3zpa7NMumj16TF6i-RZxqF1vdKu1FXqN51kph_epbimH4GCed21Y99eKeIAfgs1TpL_3EepCa0zSYsKRea-y_fMhTZKkSS5nCFAWR88H3-zG6JhQAn/s1600-h/fave.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgahuXdV_biilaeWbmxPg_mjjXN0Q3zpa7NMumj16TF6i-RZxqF1vdKu1FXqN51kph_epbimH4GCed21Y99eKeIAfgs1TpL_3EepCa0zSYsKRea-y_fMhTZKkSS5nCFAWR88H3-zG6JhQAn/s400/fave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375497593165398322" border="0" /></a>I went on holiday with my mother and my brother. To West Wales. I love that photo. I took it. I'm proud. :)<br /><br />To sum up the holiday for each of us:<br />My mother hates the combination of iPods and cars because no one speaks to her. She kept making me turn it off and talk to her. When the conversation died, I put iPod back in my ears. She didn't like that. She made me take it out again. She had nothing to say. I was not amused.<br />Adam got attacked by wasps. And got stung. and moaned a lot. It was his finger. Apparently if you aggravate wasps they release a magic chemical that gets their gang to giv u beatinz. This is not good news, people. We've realised man vs wasp in battle is a futile effort on our part. Oh well.<br />I read a book. It was quite good. Called the season of the witch. I found it in a service station, and it was the only book I could afford. It was between that and a Jade Goody Autobiography. It was the lesser of two evils, and I enjoyed this lesser evil more than I was expecting to, which is always a nice surprise. Natasha Mostert is a very good writer, I like her style.<br /><br />We also went to a "leisure park" which had caves, dinosaurs and Llamas. And goats, but they kinda went with the Llamas.<br />To the B&B, it was lovely. There were Teddy-Bears on the beds. Mine was a Canadian with a hat. I named him Ike.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqF6hXOmmbW1lu9YLLZOAjAmwzVb0RcG_T3kew5xSqGfKLrY6f-i2LWqcFQK2ka_0P_NVIQXC8fwcD04CaTR-lxRYmWk2zwXYMxBG9wy6HTPkcEqEo87KozAUybIdkdLYFfL__By2HPhek/s1600-h/DSC01294.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqF6hXOmmbW1lu9YLLZOAjAmwzVb0RcG_T3kew5xSqGfKLrY6f-i2LWqcFQK2ka_0P_NVIQXC8fwcD04CaTR-lxRYmWk2zwXYMxBG9wy6HTPkcEqEo87KozAUybIdkdLYFfL__By2HPhek/s400/DSC01294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375498802333570002" border="0" /></a><br />We also went to look at beaches, but not actually go to the beaches. I don't know why. Adam was in a huff or something. Or "tired" which is code for "I'm in a huff. I hate you."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj73zGUNyCxZ9SNeQj6zYAkWS5yIAWxhYfT_nirNhNAkk9GaD-DGybpR846tk7VQFN2lyJL7BxTjclSz4zS8MhT39p0BaPyS4ooAtweokemrrGxsXuvd7-hkvszHAv6oslOGK7RuYDhB56C/s1600-h/DSC01309.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 231px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj73zGUNyCxZ9SNeQj6zYAkWS5yIAWxhYfT_nirNhNAkk9GaD-DGybpR846tk7VQFN2lyJL7BxTjclSz4zS8MhT39p0BaPyS4ooAtweokemrrGxsXuvd7-hkvszHAv6oslOGK7RuYDhB56C/s400/DSC01309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375501388198060114" border="0" /></a>He missed this. He was waiting in the car.<br /><br />The next day, we went to Oakwood (where the army of wasps was waiting for us)<br />This was okay. I used to love Theme Parks, and used to enjoy being fearless on rides. I've since discovered that having no fear on 'scary' rides is no fun. There is no adrenaline rush. I Went on Hydro, knowing someone died on it and I felt Nada. No "This ride wasn't safe then, it might not be safe now."<br />How boring. I've decided I will go bungee jumping. This could be fun. Vertigo was fully booked, This was as close to bungee jumping as you can get at Oakwood. Oh wells.<br /><br />Then we went to Grandma's house. She lives in Essex. 300 miles away from where we were staying. There were epic traffic ques. The journey took 9 hours. Adam got poorly on the way aswell from drinking too much artificial milk.<span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class=" on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"><img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" class="gl_photo" border="0" /></span></span><br /><br />It was all good though, cause Essex also means Eleanor! Yaay Eleanor. :)<br />There were no photos, We were far too busy shopping in Colchester to take photos, gosh. :p<br /><br /><br />M<br />Madina Lake - Pandora<br /><br />MGMT - Kids<br /><br />Muse - Map Of The Problematique<br />(They use this on EVERY Doctor Who confidential episode. I swear. I don't mind. I love the song)<br /><br />I couldn't be bothered with music tonight, people.<br /><br /><br />On another note Panic at the disco's blog has gone. It is no more. Damn it, they may not be anymore, but they did used to be. Ryan and Jon cannot deny me that. I noticed a while ago, but I just got all pissed off. They suck. Look at them sucking.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3sOc7uErmrCi2y0_mIerWbL_znf3xw7gbxj9_lK-1GqOmvI3Dw4NjwrG-CSDCCRISyjvBgRzjRuVfwxH8F6XsOyWCfrIKMCGpwDuxeYwXAXT-LxSak6hbbwi0L8UFD-2KB1LGJ6izFg_o/s1600-h/random_moment_by_falloutemily.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3sOc7uErmrCi2y0_mIerWbL_znf3xw7gbxj9_lK-1GqOmvI3Dw4NjwrG-CSDCCRISyjvBgRzjRuVfwxH8F6XsOyWCfrIKMCGpwDuxeYwXAXT-LxSak6hbbwi0L8UFD-2KB1LGJ6izFg_o/s400/random_moment_by_falloutemily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375502567221360226" border="0" /></a>Who am I kidding? I still like them cause they were in the best band ever. Damn sentimentality. Liost respect for Ryan what with the drugs allegation and all. Stupid drugs. I hate drugs. Aaaalso I didn't like their new song "change" a great deal. "New Perspective" however, by the remaining members of panic is better. Actually, I cannot stop listening to it. Is good. :)Catherineeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02865263084048874104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006890209584327484.post-23916353622673751662009-08-23T14:47:00.000-07:002009-08-23T15:32:39.292-07:00LSo erms, I got my AS level results on Thursday. That was fun.<br />By which I mean it really wasn't.<br />I got a D in Drama.<br />A,B,C,D.<br />Psychology, Classics, English, Drama.<br /><br />This was beyond upsetting for me, because it was the day the dream died I guess.<br />I cannot be an actress. Because I am shite apparently.<br />I didn't think I was good, but I didn't think I was shite either.<br />Kinda avarage, but I thought I could be good if I worked hard and put everything into it.<br /><br />Yeah, I was wrongg... Yays.<br /><br />I guess the dream has been treated by the imaginary paramedics in my brain tho.<br />Cause i've convinced myself that even though I am the worst stage actress doing AS level drama, I may not be the worst film actress.<br /><br />So er...yeah, I'm living in denial, but it's stopping uberdepression so it's an okay solution for now.<br /><br /><br />On a happier note....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz7pbsRo9eEhxaSgTLjmxIrcUd4HZj6K5orusUaiPdp5cQ72owYvNXMFuN-LwFRmDhgl7MsLkZVaGkOgZNt2KyCehiJe05mEIyEhf0mqcc-Q1Dwke2ggxJU7yNRdkKBPgGsZk6vh6rC7Xx/s1600-h/DSC01112.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz7pbsRo9eEhxaSgTLjmxIrcUd4HZj6K5orusUaiPdp5cQ72owYvNXMFuN-LwFRmDhgl7MsLkZVaGkOgZNt2KyCehiJe05mEIyEhf0mqcc-Q1Dwke2ggxJU7yNRdkKBPgGsZk6vh6rC7Xx/s400/DSC01112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373281058528359378" border="0" /></a><br />Last sunday me and my friends went to the beach. It was lush. :)<br />Computer's not the biggest fan of me uploading photos atm tho, which sucks. But there we go. That's what you get when you have a mother who turns it off at the plug along with other things...<br /><br />Blogger seems to let me do it okay tho.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEKrcLc53EtSEnCXdu4oZ3pfc1o7a1Gah951EYdrEsGDF-QdQhAH9sm2A-_KA1gFdZwzwaY1nO4abxGqNv2HbJzfAaf0u5SWlNs4Zow-JPz7rJZWxSHrccuaVON0mI9aGl11gh07I2yVUX/s1600-h/DSC01105.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEKrcLc53EtSEnCXdu4oZ3pfc1o7a1Gah951EYdrEsGDF-QdQhAH9sm2A-_KA1gFdZwzwaY1nO4abxGqNv2HbJzfAaf0u5SWlNs4Zow-JPz7rJZWxSHrccuaVON0mI9aGl11gh07I2yVUX/s400/DSC01105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373285051671039474" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsnQgVq77gzksX4KPpnfr8gpDR0bHmcasRYMyeHtAQ5ig6ijy8H1c_GkMljz-zmzpoXjaDzoJmctqeaxCsaZM_cYyaR_YQ1oQxvQWA-fEXyTFvXGJapZPKDhUvi5ePx0QV-O0gdMP7mT36/s1600-h/DSC01108.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsnQgVq77gzksX4KPpnfr8gpDR0bHmcasRYMyeHtAQ5ig6ijy8H1c_GkMljz-zmzpoXjaDzoJmctqeaxCsaZM_cYyaR_YQ1oQxvQWA-fEXyTFvXGJapZPKDhUvi5ePx0QV-O0gdMP7mT36/s400/DSC01108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373283144143099858" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRDKPOLFnSDq0gVXX4o2Xa_mI0gN-Av8MiGisLVtXLWcqis0vDB123OoDFdWSTGrvqUBf2XwRGnHehxVLNiWmBS9YMzDPSG0l6jvD_tNaVz_0p_ctGIbQHNdi2aJ7J8JhiougBM_kQ3649/s1600-h/DSC01116.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRDKPOLFnSDq0gVXX4o2Xa_mI0gN-Av8MiGisLVtXLWcqis0vDB123OoDFdWSTGrvqUBf2XwRGnHehxVLNiWmBS9YMzDPSG0l6jvD_tNaVz_0p_ctGIbQHNdi2aJ7J8JhiougBM_kQ3649/s400/DSC01116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373282337657855234" border="0" /></a><br />Weather was a bit of a bitch, but it was warm enough<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQEpGKvCmRbGG9Mh5gRrQs1TiaHhihlVt2XIxJyzXhAZbITN_y4jeB73IQeroyWSpLOVA_XgQxgAaE3-chepLkFepgwOu2EkbFfd3eHzV9n09NNDPhycsPUOYi77beZW0cuM-bXr7GwM2K/s1600-h/DSC01117.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQEpGKvCmRbGG9Mh5gRrQs1TiaHhihlVt2XIxJyzXhAZbITN_y4jeB73IQeroyWSpLOVA_XgQxgAaE3-chepLkFepgwOu2EkbFfd3eHzV9n09NNDPhycsPUOYi77beZW0cuM-bXr7GwM2K/s400/DSC01117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373284389779676642" border="0" /></a>But Caitlin out a bit here, this is the reason I don't photography it up.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVw-QiVCchp-3XkFnmRKZvpYQ90tITNCZwDu_vsnRjJIX-QA0PrvW_5dKOegKJ_So03JHs9pCJi3PzKMbxHm-B7l-a8f1OOWmzYq90-H6418rs6QkRUQjS1xwBXdlXcVu1lBJ67y-MMAi0/s1600-h/DSC01118.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVw-QiVCchp-3XkFnmRKZvpYQ90tITNCZwDu_vsnRjJIX-QA0PrvW_5dKOegKJ_So03JHs9pCJi3PzKMbxHm-B7l-a8f1OOWmzYq90-H6418rs6QkRUQjS1xwBXdlXcVu1lBJ67y-MMAi0/s400/DSC01118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373286723981481010" border="0" /></a><br />It's stopped uploading stuff now. How annoying...<br /><br />L... L, L, L...<br /><br />L is a name of an ex-friend I keep worrying I'm turning into (Tallie, not shortie, ppl.)<br /><br />Musically nao..<br /><br />Laura Marling - My Manic And I<br />(It's one of those Dani's mum's car songs, I got Adam to get it for me, and it's lush. I also like cross your fingers)<br /><br />Linkin Park - New Divide<br />(Transformers 2 promotional song, and I can't stop listening to it.)<br /><br />Lisa Hannigan - I don't know<br />(Free on iTunes, baby)<br /><br />Little Boots - Stuck on Repeat<br />(ditto)Catherineeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02865263084048874104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006890209584327484.post-65409697485047591632009-08-04T14:22:00.000-07:002009-08-04T14:42:38.444-07:00KSoo, what can I say ppl? S'bin a while.<br /><br />I don't know if I've posted anything regarding the panic break up...and I know aages ago I posted a blog saying Ryan Ross was cool, and was now one of my "people I wana be like when I grow up."<br /><br /><br />Yeeeah, I'mma take that back. He's pretty much confirmed the cocaine roumers by having a thing on his twitter where he's not sure if he got married or not..? He thought he did but it turned out he didn't? ahem, that may work for him, but I don't reeeeally wana go down that road thankyou very much :)<br /><br />hovever, being a fan of finishing that I started I'm going to continue with this A-Z. So ha. you all gutted. It does keep me blogging regularly-ish guise. Y'all love it.<br /><br /><br />Soo bands begining with K? hmmm.....<br /><br />Kasabian - Empire<br /><br />Kate Nash - Nicest Thing<br />(It's the one she didn't write, it's lush)<br /><br />Kids In Glass Houses - Raise Hell<br />(Catchiest song evar.)<br /><br />The Killers - Mr Brightside<br />(I don't get how anyone can dislike this song, it's one of those songs everyone knows and loves).<br /><br />King Of Leon - Sex On Fire.<br />(Get this stcuk in your head, it'll be there for weeks).<br /><br /><br />So...what else is new?<br />Oh yeah, got a new haircut. Wana see?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBencE5omEfHR94Dv5bOvyagyIt9Xw0alJjoDIrdomLgtXAQkp9dhDD_L4KaX33tri2mytNVaysph5rT9sqDerRggRpGWdUdtFUmT0O6CTqOYU9uySRiIxk7EwO3Zbt0_sVbCaW_xKXoqk/s1600-h/hairsummer09.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBencE5omEfHR94Dv5bOvyagyIt9Xw0alJjoDIrdomLgtXAQkp9dhDD_L4KaX33tri2mytNVaysph5rT9sqDerRggRpGWdUdtFUmT0O6CTqOYU9uySRiIxk7EwO3Zbt0_sVbCaW_xKXoqk/s400/hairsummer09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366225431306718578" border="0" /></a>The fringe goes off at an angle. S'guurd. I totally copied Emily Fitch from skins. (:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6sSLXrjGbpB0CACI1670coUAn8Ta4yd-dTkQXM84Bww0OQUPgl0xVgwx_7J97immVt8MODLMUq6swZlACRghO-IvqU1Q8DoxV7Yl-zwJDWsmBAchs-tcbx6UHjPdfqNK5XnGpwPQT1DbW/s1600-h/fringe.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 109px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6sSLXrjGbpB0CACI1670coUAn8Ta4yd-dTkQXM84Bww0OQUPgl0xVgwx_7J97immVt8MODLMUq6swZlACRghO-IvqU1Q8DoxV7Yl-zwJDWsmBAchs-tcbx6UHjPdfqNK5XnGpwPQT1DbW/s400/fringe.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366226396570916690" border="0" /></a>Personally, I thought she was prettier than Effy, but Effy's sexier so I gotta live with the fact my boyfriend has added her to his long long list of girls he has a crush on..<br />*siiigh*<br />My mother is on this list.<br /><br />*big sigh*<br /><br />He's lucky I love him. :)<br /><br />Speaking of Will, my cat dislikes it when we are on the sofa cuddled up watching The Weakest Link. She sorta cannonballed on us, glared, then stormed off.<br /><br />You ask how I can tell my cat is storming off or glaring?<br /><br />I just know, I tells you. I know her sooul. That or she's just very expressive for a cat and subtely isn't her middle name.<br /><br /><br />Come to think of that, she does not have a middle name. She is a cat.Catherineeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02865263084048874104noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006890209584327484.post-9864225895604919302009-07-24T13:04:00.000-07:002009-07-24T13:14:21.723-07:00I & JSince I last posted Hey Monday have released a music video. I saw it on kerrang!. KERRANG! I thought that was supposed to be a GOOD music channel. Apparently, I was wrong. *sigh*<br /><br />So0o0 yeah, tent party yesterday at Will's castle. Everyone was a bit drunk. Some peoples were passed out. I ventured out at one point alone, I got many drunken hugs. I was scared.<br /><br />I didn't sleep much, so I tiiired now. I slept for like 3 hours this afternoon, missed the end of Jeremy Kyle. Shame. :(<br /><br />Ohh, Soobuck's car's front right hand wheel exploded on the way home. That was well fun :/<br /><br /><br /><br />Soooo music wise....<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I</span><br /><br />I don't know many artists or bands beggining with I. Erms....<br /><br /><br />Ida Maria - I Like You So Much Better When You're Naked.<br />Simply because my dad's reaction to it when it came on the radio was the best ever. :)<br /><br /><br /><br />I'm gonna do J now, cause I was a pathetic number, so will J, so they'll together make up a less pathetic quantity.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />J</span><br /><br />Jose Gonzalez - Heartbeats.<br />Everyone should own this song. It's beautiful. I'm gonna make my mother another car CD with this on it. She won't know what's going on this CD. Ohh, I'm so sneaking Laura Marling and Emmy the great and Rufus Wainwright onto it. She WILL love it goddamn it. Ohh, maybe I should go for a little bit of Linkin Park too, cause I'm obsessed with New Divide at the moment. :)<br /><br />It's for the transformers movie. I haven't seen the first one, and I kinda really want to see them both nao.Catherineeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02865263084048874104noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006890209584327484.post-65125699341486000702009-07-17T12:15:00.000-07:002009-07-17T13:54:23.638-07:00HYesterday was fun. Hazel came into school, Dani had no lessons, I had one, Caitlin had one. So we had a day of fun.<br />We went on a Failix hunt, Hazel hasn't had a proper chance to attack him verbally (and maybe a liiiittle physically, the his nuts meeting my knee at a high impact sounds like fun...?) , and I'm too much of a wuss to do it without a proper excuse, and this counts as a proper excuse. Well in our defense he did give two of our best friends weed, steal them, make them hate us, and completely kill off the people we once knew and loved, and replaced them with bitchy dopeheads. Maybe we wanted to yell a little at these bitchy dopeheads too, iunno.<br />We didn't find them tho, so we gave up on this fun day of bollocks rupturing, and instead sat in the skatepark.<br />We had climb the skateramp competitions, we failed, apalrt from Nat, but Naitlin didn't appear til later on, so that doesn't count. :)<br /><br />My Attmept:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNGJDSuoQ64viIUDyl9zUiGHBzZWujWbNxltWq_h9mZjALrXo7cTPyUzpo9ToQ2C-sPfCBwUQtWTpaYxVr86EsUAn9WqyfGtgevOgqp5J1klHwZid5A2ty1ELzUoQxDRh-I1x6oOmLOCG9/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 231px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNGJDSuoQ64viIUDyl9zUiGHBzZWujWbNxltWq_h9mZjALrXo7cTPyUzpo9ToQ2C-sPfCBwUQtWTpaYxVr86EsUAn9WqyfGtgevOgqp5J1klHwZid5A2ty1ELzUoQxDRh-I1x6oOmLOCG9/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359515607619293522" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Danielle's Attempt:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhidSauNwpNd4Q80TtfJnpVrq4h2CzM9L4P5M5fiON_kNkAsocK_IogWOOWKfA3irgGWZAK5r0I5YRY40O4m92St9ELvZIjIN8wqxN4vTDnZDOr9nbifh5MIeHhpHntBofEd-hcixRG-zDe/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhidSauNwpNd4Q80TtfJnpVrq4h2CzM9L4P5M5fiON_kNkAsocK_IogWOOWKfA3irgGWZAK5r0I5YRY40O4m92St9ELvZIjIN8wqxN4vTDnZDOr9nbifh5MIeHhpHntBofEd-hcixRG-zDe/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359517820986347314" border="0" /></a>...Both epic failures.<br /><br /><br />We are cool. Hazel totally kept her digity all the way through. Oh wait, there was this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjICaEubFNlI7gxk3nzxaACm6wYvBod2lfPuWQtcx6LUBdRrTzHZtoVz5AJXA2pwl77I5kaupzTNXt7kP9jvFZsiCVs5vjmOnAAiIrE9T4rtXhuJuphKk-vE7KhokWgoHLi5w7tXGcyZ1Nk/s1600-h/6800_109427141878_697796878_2637134_1750081_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjICaEubFNlI7gxk3nzxaACm6wYvBod2lfPuWQtcx6LUBdRrTzHZtoVz5AJXA2pwl77I5kaupzTNXt7kP9jvFZsiCVs5vjmOnAAiIrE9T4rtXhuJuphKk-vE7KhokWgoHLi5w7tXGcyZ1Nk/s400/6800_109427141878_697796878_2637134_1750081_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359518239699411666" border="0" /></a>Yeeeah, that was the bestest I could do. I'm stealing these pictures from her facebook. (: Is that cool, Hazel? kthnx :) I loves yu-gi-oh abridged.<br /><br />Caitlin wasn't there for long, I had to go to psychology halfway through her skatepark visit, so there wasn't much oppurtunity to get some lulz pictures of her. Again, this was the best I could get: her dangling from the uber-ramp.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY6vuGHpnO0dDq1bkwgA_IriDqb4yQHtS2rf-cdTGL1kBFiqWTNYnLu9S-wDAIuDm5iqwZimF4eDRHC8_jUtqFw6QTc29joG4kLo_bcbmlT33U61_l8nJv2tCzyEZbi1gJTRn7zP7PmocW/s1600-h/6800_109427101878_697796878_2637128_4453937_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY6vuGHpnO0dDq1bkwgA_IriDqb4yQHtS2rf-cdTGL1kBFiqWTNYnLu9S-wDAIuDm5iqwZimF4eDRHC8_jUtqFw6QTc29joG4kLo_bcbmlT33U61_l8nJv2tCzyEZbi1gJTRn7zP7PmocW/s400/6800_109427101878_697796878_2637128_4453937_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359518927743765490" border="0" /></a>And when I attempted to get up this way, I got epicly bruised, so I failed in this respect too. *sigh*<br /><br />goal for the summer: conquer the big ramp.<br /><br /><br />Okaaays, so then it started raining, we took shelter under uber-ramp and stayed reasonably dry. Hazel needed photos for a bebo task, so she and Dani went out in the drizzle to take pictures of Dani's epic Doc. Martens. I stayed dry...<br />...until the walk home. There were three squeezed under one umbrella, so we gave up, and just got wet anyways.<br /><br />Wet is an unsterstatement. The heavens opened, and by the time I got home, it looked like I'd been for a swim in the river, for the lulz. Then mum got home (after me? she started walking before I did, silly woman) and she had wet ancles, and wouldn't stop complaining about her went ancles. I stood there and dripped all over her floor in my towel.<br /><br />We sang out of tune and loudly though. This is going to be one of the highlights of my summer cause it was hella fun =D<br /><br />Okays, so musiceyness now?<br /><br />Hole: Violet<br />I pity Courtney Love, but I envy her vocal abilities. Ohh, I'm all controvrsial.<br /><br /><br />The Hush Sound: Magnolia<br />I love the hush sound, okays? get over it peoples. It's easy listening.<br /><br /><br />I'm also going to have a Hey Monday mini-rant now. Because they begin with "H" but for some unimagiable reason they have actually been signed. By Pete Wentz. I thought Wentz had GOOD taste in music. Maybe he's not thinking right what with a baby keeping him awake all the time. That's it peoples. I've explained Wentz's madness.<br />They're shit. Honestly, the vocalist sounds like she should be in High-School-Musical. This is BAD when you are trying to sell yourself as a pop-punk-rock band. . They are compared to Paramore also which annoys me. PARAMORE ARE GOOD. HEY MONDAY ARE SHIT. Hayley can sing, very very verrrrry well. Whateverheymondaygirliscalled cannot. She is a hamster, a nasal hamster. Also, the music itself is boring an unimaginative. Juuuuust like High-School-Musical....<br /><br />LOLFAIL.<br />Ahem.<br /><br />Peace out. ;)Catherineeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02865263084048874104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006890209584327484.post-67899588232903566932009-07-15T12:45:00.000-07:002009-07-15T13:11:08.693-07:00F and GOne tree hill finished today. at least that's what sky plus tells me. It's lying. There is another series to go, E4 is too stupid to show it. Now I'll never know know Lucas asked to marry him. :(<br />DON'T TELL ME IF YOU KNOW!!!!!!!113<br /><br />I digress. It's been ages since my last music post, so here's 2 at the same time. Aren't I cool?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">F</span><br />Fall Out Boy - Tiffany Blews<br />I love all their songs, I'm just addicted to this one at the moment.<br /><br />Fleet Foxes - White Winter Hymnal<br />Fleet foxes are awesome. This song reminds me of Christmas.<br /><br />Flobots - Handlebars<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">G</span><br />The Gaslight Anthem - The 59 Sound<br /><br />Gym Class Heroes - Clothes Off<br />I put this instead of "Girlfriend" because I like the songs the same, but this one has a better video: panic at the disco are dancing in animal costumes. It. Is. Awesome.<br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XOts0ngwzeQ<br />it's awful quiality, but it's fiiine.<br /><br />So I have a new camera....I can do stuff like this now<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_LuXv6UD46x8f0-2ATtwkxpJs43ZDBjNiBb2vs0eSVo06JpOKqYeEPCqBVRFiEODHUEN7MxzsSFFdkRWZfFE4wZxIzvDndENS6Y-41glGyd2fZSlkgEAc-9dsOZVHrxwbbGvkonI-7m0S/s1600-h/lolfaaaai.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_LuXv6UD46x8f0-2ATtwkxpJs43ZDBjNiBb2vs0eSVo06JpOKqYeEPCqBVRFiEODHUEN7MxzsSFFdkRWZfFE4wZxIzvDndENS6Y-41glGyd2fZSlkgEAc-9dsOZVHrxwbbGvkonI-7m0S/s400/lolfaaaai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358781932856536034" border="0" /></a><br />I CAN TRUCKING BE KIKI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!oneCatherineeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02865263084048874104noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006890209584327484.post-18282545349127401152009-07-04T12:21:00.000-07:002009-07-15T13:02:26.906-07:00ESo not much has gone on since last post.<br /><br />Hazel, Caitlin and I slept round Dannio's last night. It was well fun, Dannio has crazy eyelash stripes goin' on on her face, Caitlin had some funky design, Hazel had a bat and I was a bandicoot. We also wore crazy brightly coloured clothes. All was good.<br /><br />Before that we went to Mocos a mexican restaurant. It's my favourite. I had chimichangas. Next time I will try the chicken one because I always have beef, and the chicken ones looked good too. (: We were'nt dressed/painted all crazily, tho cause Mocos is a nice restaurant. We changed when we got home. 2 outfits in one night people, I feel like Eva Longoria Parker.<br /><br /><br />I kid...<br /><br />so the photos are belonging to Dani and Hazel, I'll stick them up here if they stick them on bebo...I need a camera....<br /><br /><br />so yes. E.<br />(The) Eagles - Hotel California<br />it's a timeless classic, and everyone knows it. I don't have it on my iTunes. If my msn wasn't pretty much broken, I would ask someone to send it to me. Woe is me.<br /><br />(The) Editors - Mucich.<br /><br />Eurythmics - Sweet Dreams<br /><br /><br />I cannot be bothered with the links, because I am tired right now.<br /><br /><br />Oh I just saw yesterdays One Tree Hill. Hayley asked Nathan for a divorce because Carrie (their nanny for their 4 year old son) got in the shower with him because she has a crush on him (on Nathan, not the 4 year old son...although she is pretty fucked up so if she was in love with Jamie, i wouldn't be suprised and the whole wana-start-an-affair-goin-on-with-Nathan could JUST be an elaborate plan to get closer to Jamie. I got it figured out) where was I? oh yes, And Nathan was all "get the fuck outta my shower, ho." and then Hayley came in and was all "shiiiiit" then stuff happened and she asked for a divorce. I'm gutted, Naley is awesome.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrRpdrkgPtmDZb4xNX1c4BGaB-hPKtzm6yzn5jn2wm-n8ZXn0ABayXb7-6-ex1J2v5-23zG5Hq7NxybMEZS-jEO3XpRpoj9iu_guU0aKTtaSremAxIi2GKCVcfNGsYfydsIHGqvKG4P-6U/s1600-h/NH322Cap1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrRpdrkgPtmDZb4xNX1c4BGaB-hPKtzm6yzn5jn2wm-n8ZXn0ABayXb7-6-ex1J2v5-23zG5Hq7NxybMEZS-jEO3XpRpoj9iu_guU0aKTtaSremAxIi2GKCVcfNGsYfydsIHGqvKG4P-6U/s400/NH322Cap1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354691575068319298" border="0" /></a>They'll get back together, s'fine. They always do. (:Catherineeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02865263084048874104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006890209584327484.post-69594306358295160142009-06-30T12:27:00.000-07:002009-06-30T12:43:31.662-07:00DDuuude, you know what sucks majorly? CREW. I jointed CREW. (caring response to everyday worries) What was I thinking? Okay, I was thinking it would be good to put on my personal statement and applications for university and stuffs, but it's no effort. I've been given the "access" kids to work with. Apparently these are the special children, with whom I boost their confidence by doing fun activities like Drama. This actually sounds quite fantastic. (:<br /><br />But I shall moan now. I had to do a drugs awareness course because of CREW all day today in a boiling room. I died.<br />I then (while dead) had to help out year 6s at a speech/welsh evening, by telling them their forms and stuff and showing them into the hall. It was hot. I skived by spending the evening outside the hall claiming I was "waiting for the late kids, cause I was one of them"<br /><br />All day tomorrow, thursday it's the same sorta thing apparently. D:<br /><br />Friday night aswell, apparently I have to go to a disco. Yays. :(<br /><br /><br />On with the music-ey ness.. It's the letter D. This is cool, cause we get to start with this:<br /><br />Damien Rice - Cannonball.<br />http://www.imeem.com/people/y9r_hM/music/VadE_67J/damien-rice-cannonball/<br />This is beautful. My dad went through a phase of playing nothing but this in his car. It would finish and he'd go "ohh, we like that one" and play it again. Then again. And then again. I never got bored of it though, cause it's lush.<br /><br />Depeche Mode - Enjoy The Silence<br />http://www.imeem.com/people/cbSeR/music/qipN_b_W/depeche-mode-enjoy-the-silence/<br />My dad is actually a really good singer. When I was small he would sing me to sleep to calm me down, because I was (still am) an extrememly hyperactive child, and he had to spend at least half an hour each night psychologically preparing me for sleep. This was one of the songs he sang. *smiles*<br /><br />Dizee rasc---nooo. (:<br /><br /><br />It seems all my songs related back to my dad here, hmm. Maybe D is for Dad. (:Catherineeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02865263084048874104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006890209584327484.post-54997269152548095292009-06-29T11:35:00.000-07:002009-06-29T11:56:47.299-07:00CIt is RIDICULOUSLY hot today.<br />I mean srsly, I am dead. Actually dead. Tomorrow is apparently meant to be even hotter. This will mean EPIC HEADACHE TO END ALL EPIC HEADACHES. I am contemplating getting convienently ill to avoid wanting to die when the head pain becomes too much to deal with. I can pretend to be ill, and just spend the day watching DVDs, and not getting head pain, or go in, get head pain, and have to not go in for the next few days cause of PAIN.<br /><br /><br />Ahem. So on with the music-postage.<br /><br />Chairlift - Bruises.<br />http://www.imeem.com/people/O6k-49T/music/WmSNeVtw/chairlift-bruises/<br />This was on the iPod nano advert, Dani sent it to me, and it's number 25th most played on my iTunes. Is nice. (:<br /><br />Cobra Starship - Send My Love To The Dance Floor, I'll See You In Hell (Hey Mister DJ)<br />http://www.imeem.com/people/gl0PubG/music/yK2YLQw6/cobra-starship-send-my-love-to-the-dancefloor-ill-see-you/<br />that's the only full-length version. It's live. Is good. (:<br />I almost linked you to a chipmunk version. That woulda been baaaad.<br />http://www.imeem.com/people/U9az7I/music/eeIazhF9/cobra-starship-send-my-love-to-the-dancefloor-ill-see-you-i/<br />innn faaaact, I will, for the lulz. (:<br /><br />Bet you loved it.<br /><br />The Counting Crows - Round Here<br />http://www.imeem.com/davidapodaca/music/aGNIg87C/counting-crows-round-here/<br />The soung is beautiful (: But I also like the "Accidentally in love" song they did for Shrek 2, simply because it's Shrek 2.<br /><br />http://www.imeem.com/people/fvQ0xd/music/rE68oRb_/brendon-urie-round-here/ jkphngtrebh;trjbgtrjbgtrjkbgtrjkgbrtk BRENDON URIE COVERED IT!!!!! =D ngrkbg;elbgrklwgbrilgw * Is luuush (:<br /><br />Peace Out. (:Catherineeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02865263084048874104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006890209584327484.post-7654994261625974962009-06-28T11:23:00.000-07:002009-06-28T13:03:35.976-07:00BOkay, so continuing my A-Z music posts, it's time for the letter B<br /><br />Bad Religion - Infected<br />http://www.imeem.com/people/ezFGEf/music/J-CcM7K_/bad-religion-infected/<br /><br />I first this song on guitar hero 1. It's by far the best song on the game. After playing it a few times it was stuck in my head, I was at the hairdressers, and I did not yet know all the words so I was stuck hearing "you and meeee, have a diseeeeease, you affect me, you infect me, lalalalalalalalalalalaladon'tknowtheworrrrrdslalalalalasoi'llrepeatthatoverandovvvverrrrrr".<br /><br />It's come to my attention, that you probably have to C&P the link into a new window, but it's totoally worth it, damn blogger and it's failtHTMLS D:<br /><br />So yes, next song.<br /><br />The Band - The Weight<br />http://www.imeem.com/people/vZpfWgz/music/iudjYW9B/the-band-the-weight/<br />This is the main song for the film girl, interrupted with Winonna Ryder and Angelina Jolie. Jolie is awesome in it, she plays a crazy person verry well, I think she won an oscar for it, s'guuurd (:<br />Also, Jared Leto's in it, but I didn't notice. THAT'S how good she was. I wasn't a ginormous Jared Leto fan back then when I saw it, and now I am. I need to watch it again I think (:<br />I was so happy, when I went to see panic at the disco live with Dannio, they covered it. It. Was. Awesome<br /><br />the Beatles - Come Together<br />http://www.imeem.com/applemediabeatles/music/IZAvz6Qv/the-beatles-come-together/<br /><br />Blondie - One Way Or Another<br />http://www.imeem.com/peeaoy/music/_PlwNpxJ/blondie-one-way-or-another/<br />That one is on Guitar Hero World Tour. And The Special-K adverts. It's awesome.<br /><br />Brendan Campbell - Burgers and Murders<br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZWBGoDgSU7Y<br />Free on iTunes, ages ago, bitches. (:<br /><br />Now, there is<br />Butch Walker, Brendon Urie, Cee-Lo Green, Janelle Monae, Patrick Stump & Travis McCoy<br />http://www.imeem.com/openhappinessfans/music/T2QFJUbn/variouscoke-open-happiness-radio-remix/<br />Yay! Promotional Songs!!! With Brendon Urie. He's the best ever. I totally buy coke more often than I used to. =DCatherineeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02865263084048874104noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006890209584327484.post-57377617201153169422009-06-23T07:57:00.000-07:002009-06-23T08:33:12.724-07:00I am un-origianal and fun (:Okay, so I have been following panic at the disco's blog<br />http://weresoblogging.com/ <br />and it's the best ever. Ryan mostly updates it, and the man is the coolest ever. I did not invision George Ryan Ross to be as witty as he is, but I was pleasantly suprised. He is now added to my "idols" list for purely that reason. Okay, so I worshipped him anyways, cause he was in panic at the disco, and yes, he IS a bit of a slammin' hottie (Yes, Dani, I know, BARRRY, I saved you the trouble, see?) but I digress, he wasn't quite on my list, but now he is. So there. :)<br /><br />Aaaanywho, I'm going to copy this thing he had going on on his blog, and that was name an artist(s) for every letter of the alphabet and chose my favourite song they wrote? Why, I hear you say? Cause it's cool.<br /><br />Okay, So A....<br />Hmmm. A (Ryan did it in reverse order, I cannot do the alphabet backwards, because I do not have a large brain. :( )<br />(I never use brackets, what's wrong with me?)<br /><br />[The] All American Rejects (pahahah...new brackets....oh wait...) It ends tonight. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XempunzHQ0U I love this song. :)<br /><br /><br />Alien Ant Farm - Smooth Criminal.<br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=orr63IHZJeA<br /><br />Roumer has is it Jacko sued them for copying it without permission. This reminds me of the trip to France in year 9, cause Chris Green played it a LOT. Not as much as smells like teen spirit by Nivana, but he never palyed it all the way through, so it doesn't count.<br /><br />I'm having a little bit of a mind-block now. There aren't anymore I do not think :)Catherineeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02865263084048874104noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006890209584327484.post-593176541508204792009-06-21T10:43:00.000-07:002009-06-21T11:32:22.362-07:00This be the verse<pre>They fuck you up, your mum and dad.<br />They may not mean to, but they do.<br />They fill you with the faults they had<br />And add some extra, just for you.<br /><br />But they were fucked up in their turn<br />By fools in old-style hats and coats,<br />Who half the time were soppy-stern<br />And half at one another's throats.<br /><br />Man hands on misery to man.<br />It deepens like a coastal shelf.<br />Get out as early as you can,<br />And don't have any kids yourself.<br /><br /><br />-Phillip Larkin<br /></pre>Catherineeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02865263084048874104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006890209584327484.post-29915105760105254692009-06-16T12:53:00.000-07:002009-06-16T13:18:54.240-07:00Stolen From Facebook, cause I don't know how to post them on facebook (:Pick 5 random friends you feel comfortable around. (Include yourself as number 1).<br />1-Me<br />2-Eleanor<br />3-Caitlin<br />4-Hazel<br />5-Dannio<br /><br />(this isnt in order by the way)<br /><br />These five people you just picked are stuck in a house with you for a whole year. If you had to choose a person for every question below, write down which person it would be.<br /><br />If there was someone singing in the morning who would it most likely be?<br />Me, loudly and out of key, it's my morning routine =D<br /><br />If someone was considered the dad and the mom of the house, who would it be?<br />Hazel and Caitlin<br /><br />If you wanted candy really badly and all of the 4 in the house had some, who would you take it from?<br />Hazel. (: Caitlin would punch me, Dani would slap me, Eleanor wuold guilt me, but Hazel would accept it :P<br /><br />If two people were caught making out in a closet who would it be?<br />hmm...Dani and Hazel. ;)<br /><br />If someone had to watch you brush your teeth (every) morning, who would it be?<br />Eleanor<br /><br />There was two bags of chips bought at the store, but 20 minutes later they are gone. Who ate them?<br />Hazel & Caitlin. Neither Dani nor Eleanor like chips, and I take longer than 20 minutes to eat.<br /><br />Who would hate being in the house the most ?<br />I'm going to assume everyone's allowed out to visit their other halfs every now and again, so I won't take that into deciding teh winnar, Dani...she'd get most annoyed by everyone, I think<br /><br />Someone took (brand spanking new) pair of socks that were never worn, who is the thief?<br />Eleanor, she collects them (:<br /><br />Someone swept all the dirt under the rug, who was it?<br />Hazel<br /><br />If there was arguments in the house, who would be the ones arguing?<br />Me and Dani<br /><br />Who would be the one missing their boyfriend/girlfriend that wasn’t in the house with them?<br />everyone..?<br /><br />You walked down stairs in the middle of the night for a glass of water, someone is dancing on the table in leopard print thong, who is it?<br />..Dani.<br /><br />A pillow fight broke through, who started it?<br />Caitlin<br /><br />Theres a marathon of your favorite tv show, what is it? and who would be watching it with you?<br />One Tree Hill, with Eleanor cause we loves it, and everyone else hates it<br /><br />Someone made a fort in the laundry room, who was the kid?<br />Dani<br /><br />There’s a prankster in the house that put plastic on the two toilets in the house, who are the pranksters?<br />Me. *makes notes from question on what to do lates this evening*<br /><br />The musics too loud, who turned it up?<br />Caitlin<br /><br />Theres a mouse crawling on the floor all over the house,<br />a) who is the first one to scream<br />b) and who is the one to jump in someones arms?<br />c) Who would be the one to kill it?<br />a -Me<br />b -Eleanor<br />c - Caitlin<br /><br />Someones crying, who is it and what happened?<br />Me, I put love actually on DVD<br /><br />Who made pancakes in the morning and almost caught the house on fire?<br />Dani.<br /><br />Who gets sick of each other the fastest in the house?<br />Dani getting sick of me D':<br /><br />Someones tanning on the roof who is it?<br />Me and Eleanor<br /><br />Who is the tallest in the house?<br />Eleanor<br /><br />Who is the shortest in the house?<br />Caitzel<br /><br />Who is the loudest?<br />Me<br /><br />Who is the clown?<br />We all have our moments.<br /><br />Who is the most respectful?<br />Eleanor<br /><br />Who is the one you go to talk to the most?<br />depends what mood I'm in reeeeally<br /><br />Who is the one that always comes up with stupid ideas?<br />Danielle. (:<br /><br />Who's in bed first?<br />Caitlin, cause she has a 10 o clock cerfew :P<br /><br />If someone woke everyone up with pots and pans who would it be?<br />Caitlin, trying to get us all up for a fun-filled day of activity<br /><br />Who is always dancing?<br />possibly me with my various celebratory dances, possiby dani, and her upper body shizz while mouthing the words to whatever is playing<br /><br />You split ice all over the kitchen floor, who would be the one to slip on it first?<br />Dani. (mu heh heh heh heeeeeh)Catherineeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02865263084048874104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006890209584327484.post-71400570169894225672009-06-06T13:35:00.000-07:002009-06-10T14:52:28.148-07:00I not dead =DSo I haven't posted a blog in like, forever. There've been AS level exams, and I do not do well with the concept of exams. Once I'm in the exam room it's even worse and in each one I felt like I was going to pass out. Drama was by far the worst. Note to self. Anaemia plus exam stress is never a good thing. :(<br /><br />Oh, yeah...I'm anemic, the reason I faint or collapse or whatever is cause I an anaemic. The doctor advised me to quit, cause the anaemia was caused by too much on the go or something, so I am now jobless. S'all good, I now have no money, but I DO have a life. Yay, life.<br /><br />I've decided to watch big brother this year. Mostly for the lulz, but also because I am more intellegent than the housemates (and non-housemates, they have to earn housemate status this year *fake gasp*) so watching big brother makes me smart cause I know I could win in an argument against them. I have taken instant dislike to many of them already, but the good ones who I've bothered to learn the names of include: Freddie (he is posh and thinks everything is "wonderful", Sophia (she funsized!! :D), Ricardo (he doesn't speak English, and he looks so confused, so he cute!) and I don't care for the rest of them. Well there are a few I don't dislike, actually, but I haven't bothered to learn their names.<br /><br />But enough about that, I will discuss something that I actually care about now. My school has turned into a disctatorship. The headmistress is trying her bestest to censor free press. One of the local papers "The Beacon" has printed a few letters from parents and students expressing their concern over our shite school. Such as: The lack of the sixth form common room (we have been given a freking stage where we are paraded as a "good example" for the leering lower years), the lack of any shape or form of respect students give to teachers (this was actually written by a random observer, I was happy), the many lies the school has told about it's facilities to keep up appearences (most commonly, the sixth form coffee machiene that doesn't exist), censorship (the paper has been taken away from the school library when letters expressing negative opinion towards the school are printed in the paper), the list goes on an on. So yes, when people started bringing in their own paper, the headteacher writes in to the paper claiming it is: "gravely concerning and unacceptable that the beacon is prepared to publish letters potentially damaging to the school". Yes, miss, because opinions other than your own should NOT be printed! D<<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJetrYsYE_NBXR7rHFGQjfqhMdh8D4MouqAR64mMh8Z9WTcS11hfN6YbZAaj6JbZF67j41sZmJ2WOvpe71vQ9o-VOIfDe2GSWYZsS_wFh_WtLtgjw53q5rAW7nce57ScL8iKkamrn6q5f6/s400/Copy+%282%29+of+DSCF1641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344328366440218322" border="0" />Dinner party in a field day. By far the bestest. A list of people there L-R Oliver, Andrew, Becky, Hazel, Louise, Dani, Laura (and me, taking the photo, in my purple pufball shirt, pirate shoes and runny eyeliner)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmmWd-z8mgz4nVKEGRSOX80zQlD7Nu3XkdLqpfnyIwAJgmCjLyEFOqItvYS-lyrdwLY-4wFwGmc4E3841fcysGuZQfX-OatVEXkt6R-NOGAYjJz_EqKT594eOFE1d9tmjpKugjYFYeugG6/s1600-h/Copy+%282%29+of+DSCF1723.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmmWd-z8mgz4nVKEGRSOX80zQlD7Nu3XkdLqpfnyIwAJgmCjLyEFOqItvYS-lyrdwLY-4wFwGmc4E3841fcysGuZQfX-OatVEXkt6R-NOGAYjJz_EqKT594eOFE1d9tmjpKugjYFYeugG6/s400/Copy+%282%29+of+DSCF1723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344329691220458050" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8F09yLL3t0tpjP8lZgAI5uWsWVtwtBoMW42zUAX4KaLGbvyD7rvltjXV0AaO-JJ6Et9FzvnbA6QDhcSYUDO6LEAQENXiEN4OwiZVR94J3xC2oY3Da9nRbru_UmhUiRRHgpNAFZmYRjJKW/s1600-h/DSCF1682.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8F09yLL3t0tpjP8lZgAI5uWsWVtwtBoMW42zUAX4KaLGbvyD7rvltjXV0AaO-JJ6Et9FzvnbA6QDhcSYUDO6LEAQENXiEN4OwiZVR94J3xC2oY3Da9nRbru_UmhUiRRHgpNAFZmYRjJKW/s400/DSCF1682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344330586432830994" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />We also went to the park that day, before the dinner party, here there was me, Dani, Hazel. Laura and Caitlin:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinWtYXzuWaikJyaltspHICBMEhsSKiCfSLCUae0D-eDo7n4G2geUGP1ZWGXdpwOQ_gXXbIuRLAUN5MWI0la5IUSwtTi0xuGKWa-8e-O0vhsJ2JzzL9jRX0KKaF6TL8TZWgSD_50l6kjLnc/s1600-h/weirdo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinWtYXzuWaikJyaltspHICBMEhsSKiCfSLCUae0D-eDo7n4G2geUGP1ZWGXdpwOQ_gXXbIuRLAUN5MWI0la5IUSwtTi0xuGKWa-8e-O0vhsJ2JzzL9jRX0KKaF6TL8TZWgSD_50l6kjLnc/s400/weirdo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344329072956204722" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRAtHgz0jAAUHCJ7OZNtvagNCLZptOrC5zarvw0c3fIj1Dl6fX3DXWXIkKdBLO2bUnC4zLryam9Tt-lMxLFKUY-LeZORq9L6febg5qFpwpL7l5hWIHk5umXGXF-poSyVtmrI38dviD29kO/s1600-h/Copy+%282%29+of+DSCF1598.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBgCMzHUctnN9RsXRW7NI0v5Pbn1OLvahddt4EmgM459wIr_IhMUNIE071Pdq_JktOCB6R7F2Jt-OqzlLonGC7AzMSLfYnNOBG3EnBNBXh08rVlBDw-hYNr6pR2cQDcqYV1p1xEGCfgnSZ/s400/Copy+%282%29+of+DSCF1636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344333128936614546" border="0" /></a>Then there was hereford, where I played ninja in TK maxx, got sent to the naughty corner in H&M, Dani dropped her ice cream and Anne Summers scared m, also we ate regurgitated chicken balls from KFC:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuZXFaND4-l_fg6fk-qE-Xeck5Ph3tP3lP8zFrukm0VubsmclCATUt_-WKYQ2I1rC4Kt5A1Zx8zobUmm_QT9aM-Mcs2_O1klYWuxWPt2Kdop8zSUiv9mGvZtZ_AzqZA7kqAnwvEBj9S2Uv/s1600-h/15355705a5460092540l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; 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But we did go in one of those kiosh photo things, so we actually made a loss. Dani was doing her all new year at this point, I may have joined in.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1CgvbEp-3aznJh1KIXSB-Iu6ggAa8wgHFQswYH_e1t1z24X2P8DwWCD_yySOnyQxTEmpoKIwD-x37y11No_XeMv-qQOp1-rBdNcT9nhyiyjp-o-6MhWzgnUW1jFrFU0N2FRj60ziVQ-eu/s1600-h/n697796878_404538_1531.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1CgvbEp-3aznJh1KIXSB-Iu6ggAa8wgHFQswYH_e1t1z24X2P8DwWCD_yySOnyQxTEmpoKIwD-x37y11No_XeMv-qQOp1-rBdNcT9nhyiyjp-o-6MhWzgnUW1jFrFU0N2FRj60ziVQ-eu/s400/n697796878_404538_1531.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344334755141570818" border="0" /></a>then we got home, and I raped Dani. With clothes on and eveything, that's skilled, d00d.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPdWHr1ZBRkyuf6yxrlGI5zWCz4oAMsk8fbXHFE7SoimD4-R0PAL7qIv4bnoGaeiHQeOsBSEh9QuuLiRSRUZTcweFKQnixbl-Yt_Dvf1Dg3urOT4j1es1U-gvb1gGp5GcwJwpyuDJhRZbI/s1600-h/15355705a5880085044l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPdWHr1ZBRkyuf6yxrlGI5zWCz4oAMsk8fbXHFE7SoimD4-R0PAL7qIv4bnoGaeiHQeOsBSEh9QuuLiRSRUZTcweFKQnixbl-Yt_Dvf1Dg3urOT4j1es1U-gvb1gGp5GcwJwpyuDJhRZbI/s400/15355705a5880085044l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344335065545534178" border="0" /></a><br />she looks terrified. Bu-ha-ha ha haaaa<br /><br />I also died my hair red for the first time ever and it looked like this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3CxNXMyOyVeRKbsZE8AO9klPJp9h3dlwwG7Pu-meqE1-ypfEM_7o1jA1H_YcvQm4qCDriYU7WOSLDFA4lqZz-5OpzAkO76hHEoxZK0FIwEICh6BWDq9HfLO77CX_5Rl7AEZF7K9kQiYqd/s1600-h/DSC00702.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3CxNXMyOyVeRKbsZE8AO9klPJp9h3dlwwG7Pu-meqE1-ypfEM_7o1jA1H_YcvQm4qCDriYU7WOSLDFA4lqZz-5OpzAkO76hHEoxZK0FIwEICh6BWDq9HfLO77CX_5Rl7AEZF7K9kQiYqd/s400/DSC00702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344335462376116114" border="0" /></a>and then I went to a gig to see forgotten sleep with Dani and Hazel and it looked like this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5NMPRTol3EUcGH1Si8Asi2MeoqUzoqTZ8-qWnVa-7IibpiZeyjdvB7Eg23DMQ55KhJaCCW9QRPBbjY-ceIglyg5DxgaORZS4aiPfhYVyda13TfJRX6XCeylLlB7mC3Vs8TMKbJyoIaHk6/s1600-h/DSC00703.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5NMPRTol3EUcGH1Si8Asi2MeoqUzoqTZ8-qWnVa-7IibpiZeyjdvB7Eg23DMQ55KhJaCCW9QRPBbjY-ceIglyg5DxgaORZS4aiPfhYVyda13TfJRX6XCeylLlB7mC3Vs8TMKbJyoIaHk6/s400/DSC00703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344335743042962466" border="0" /></a>And we looked like this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx4ehXBC2acsiuN6BFd-bl07k23Aw9umvkv4Ch_1wTQ-qvDms_RyLYZp7bs01Udjdoe1NU3D64MdIetfU_KDTNPeaGOSl0OhNi4-FSVAabNqIFaOI8PcY71rNX5KOvYRi2h0iwxR3ETrUw/s1600-h/15355705a5895203112l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx4ehXBC2acsiuN6BFd-bl07k23Aw9umvkv4Ch_1wTQ-qvDms_RyLYZp7bs01Udjdoe1NU3D64MdIetfU_KDTNPeaGOSl0OhNi4-FSVAabNqIFaOI8PcY71rNX5KOvYRi2h0iwxR3ETrUw/s400/15355705a5895203112l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344337442432866082" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Then there was 2008, the epicly long summer where we had GCSEs, but first there was leavers. This was good, we spend the whole day doing nothing. :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihRudPYB4-m-5MBBoBvRuaRe_o3v6T3BsAqpDW10bbxTAHtmukU3-XNcypLLq-5J_RKaaZR6hpWgs3gJ9YJe7jz0kBZ1HNmxMxe-cgjzB4mJqGxBh9bQfZFYNxBUu5VWxGaEKXgk0Sb0cS/s1600-h/4709846795a10003888042l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihRudPYB4-m-5MBBoBvRuaRe_o3v6T3BsAqpDW10bbxTAHtmukU3-XNcypLLq-5J_RKaaZR6hpWgs3gJ9YJe7jz0kBZ1HNmxMxe-cgjzB4mJqGxBh9bQfZFYNxBUu5VWxGaEKXgk0Sb0cS/s400/4709846795a10003888042l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344337743514222706" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxoNbb3HqDZNehXIW07T-Osx-GqPwCR7Nu1nmMnIiYTBnOrUDer7H06LDBo4Pz8iOiza1XQLzXNw90kegudgGXE9NMdtvm5FcWL6mpVKbURbL2tfmSszlRxqHqJqVTSGKPhBYQwGl_WXkO/s1600-h/4709846795a10003888151l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Or holiday consisted of me and Hazel as the goosberries and Dani and Dean doing stuff like:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXl9fkQ-HOhfTZhEvrz7dVfi39XLz0kbmg3U5a-YADI2HRIyrye_oGjSTrWLiMKWrv41jPN1WC11Q6FQKSsAUA-gDGppkSU2pltmDkxb54AFeraOASLK0G693-5HmTrGDyM56FVkIV2kVT/s1600-h/4709846795a8163531380l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXl9fkQ-HOhfTZhEvrz7dVfi39XLz0kbmg3U5a-YADI2HRIyrye_oGjSTrWLiMKWrv41jPN1WC11Q6FQKSsAUA-gDGppkSU2pltmDkxb54AFeraOASLK0G693-5HmTrGDyM56FVkIV2kVT/s400/4709846795a8163531380l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344343560659004002" border="0" /></a>and:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkRIId8xxPplYajRBLE86W5Fu9DpSIKQjJitS7ZN83zt5qiN6d_ae142NSbt9fiArbYRmXeDkmbXhN_kOEKv5dr5qIQ_-v0T8_o8rojweDVl3POlZUF0Y6EgwI60D7fOCj5MQAeNxj-EgI/s1600-h/5116525385a8587573272l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKHQRO7DPMzU72oXVvw2K7VEUEHbDsvfaUeLRKiooA75hdLxK8SqlSII4xLPXYDTd7GzjqFfQw0SR7MJl_DplMFF52qUWieTn8-f0puTJiTqpFOOGoTcVCu0JBLLuhzq68RmoHRzCUN-Fc/s400/5116525385a8587573085l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344344574451439538" border="0" /></a>That was good times.<br />Seriously, I really am not being sarcastic, it trult was one of my favourite holidays :)<br /><br />Then we went to school and returned books, then loled at the new secorating round the school, especially in the sphink block, this piece of graffitti was quite nice tho<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwOmD495Ov9u_CerGKTLXbLFdGxh9kVgz73ayJAyNJ5tJzC4-3T7cTAZu-bqJf8FHrpK9zdqgOFtVGVf-j6tPaMX8cLlhjG5hU7uO3G28i5VrLt2W3tQbRNORhv3-hacRPxeBcii1nZETs/s1600-h/n564442226_813111_2758.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwOmD495Ov9u_CerGKTLXbLFdGxh9kVgz73ayJAyNJ5tJzC4-3T7cTAZu-bqJf8FHrpK9zdqgOFtVGVf-j6tPaMX8cLlhjG5hU7uO3G28i5VrLt2W3tQbRNORhv3-hacRPxeBcii1nZETs/s400/n564442226_813111_2758.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344346232973629634" border="0" /></a>Then I got my hair epicly died, and it looked like this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZOoE7JM0zmHyFFJ8s4tedgP49GvU0pqhZHveP8ibPUsEAYrc8FZYnm854a0fhdjT99eYuMPg2bZDEiuYqwJkGEOqyV94bhRD21AuXxfxKcqaKm6nMUbX2pTHoHE9lfpKN6dkFeQLztS5P/s1600-h/n564442226_813112_3685.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZOoE7JM0zmHyFFJ8s4tedgP49GvU0pqhZHveP8ibPUsEAYrc8FZYnm854a0fhdjT99eYuMPg2bZDEiuYqwJkGEOqyV94bhRD21AuXxfxKcqaKm6nMUbX2pTHoHE9lfpKN6dkFeQLztS5P/s400/n564442226_813112_3685.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344346705556583170" border="0" /></a>Dani's also given me the shiny hat, and I love it. :)<br /><br />We did loads this summer, it was good. :)<br /><br />Then we got our GCSE results, and we (Hazel, Caitlin, Dani, Laura, Lydia and myself) were reasonably satisfied overal, I hope<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGJ7J04vbkSDzJagPwfsp35WOWzaKdb7wY9DuIH3TqW8pqwx6UaK1LzhRS7aXw2bm5Jtvlbo-g9wmtK2gFHZlIgVQd4e8ep6gaQgHses4vPfUqB7wmf2EbPCw_UX9jvTXDCCSUWYTHny5K/s1600-h/4709846795a10937668866l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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(:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq4IMy9Vgsziwx-Xl0reHAwX6Amj9jDFwg1ltbgEX8kQULhz1pFCKoqCS_CuXrAyMDGN3z4-_SUelC9Uho2rYbrEGs8yzEQSE_TICWAZNAahrJJX78ZjNCJQ3kuFdTRj-qMtdmm-TpKZnF/s1600-h/1165638301a8718225870l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq4IMy9Vgsziwx-Xl0reHAwX6Amj9jDFwg1ltbgEX8kQULhz1pFCKoqCS_CuXrAyMDGN3z4-_SUelC9Uho2rYbrEGs8yzEQSE_TICWAZNAahrJJX78ZjNCJQ3kuFdTRj-qMtdmm-TpKZnF/s400/1165638301a8718225870l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344342630426161122" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8JPaIBohKDRud8KRS-rN8rznYeIAUu-KnmoW1fjjrXOgLAnnUFCzOuXDlJeYjNvd8bjP4-7oi5OleJo9HeRlSci2_WIUNhd6_gRLQ_kZGpLMRwWXa-qLmnJToqfQgPM7nL7LDBMYj9D-1/s1600-h/1165638301a8718292040l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8JPaIBohKDRud8KRS-rN8rznYeIAUu-KnmoW1fjjrXOgLAnnUFCzOuXDlJeYjNvd8bjP4-7oi5OleJo9HeRlSci2_WIUNhd6_gRLQ_kZGpLMRwWXa-qLmnJToqfQgPM7nL7LDBMYj9D-1/s400/1165638301a8718292040l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344342829669888194" border="0" /></a>Best times<br /><br />2009<br />Not much has happened yet, I'll keep you updated, presuming I don't fail<br /><br />Big eye with Hazel, Down by the river:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibk5t3jgE9RZitXCfsLUKhELuDEgvq-Togya5BjGL_QL-Oh7pNBlMBNSqKczVQN8-cG34EuxOxT-h97CJf4oZay8WVIiZUTQDYG0Ce_YzxBGpeehRJ5eKScKjboMy0S4bHVMiHzqz3OM9J/s1600-h/4709846795a10938057857o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibk5t3jgE9RZitXCfsLUKhELuDEgvq-Togya5BjGL_QL-Oh7pNBlMBNSqKczVQN8-cG34EuxOxT-h97CJf4oZay8WVIiZUTQDYG0Ce_YzxBGpeehRJ5eKScKjboMy0S4bHVMiHzqz3OM9J/s400/4709846795a10938057857o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344347656820715026" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqlDtPiyKq71d0Oal84nCKRXEBywg5UUsWjxvlEnO1rgAxc_1qOLQYicwGMD5I1PpYxsZHjZhHVL2E0wg-UyMwFeYhgtjp7LknxkHepXZ7E0MGg9A202xAQNGRjGzV4a2IqY3PJGO1KZMN/s1600-h/4709846795a10938057932o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqlDtPiyKq71d0Oal84nCKRXEBywg5UUsWjxvlEnO1rgAxc_1qOLQYicwGMD5I1PpYxsZHjZhHVL2E0wg-UyMwFeYhgtjp7LknxkHepXZ7E0MGg9A202xAQNGRjGzV4a2IqY3PJGO1KZMN/s400/4709846795a10938057932o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344348224913380034" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYeP2Wi5kTa-t-4d93lApGNQxLVwVnbREfwNti2LtWbjA5HeCCfwqtEdn2VF9f0EOUaphVRuOl0G1Nymgjj6LYs1vJbDDsURw9C5IsKkBAQN4qxDAnkttuknXR6BFFIjdcM5YbBHTMhcfR/s1600-h/4709846795a10938058126o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYeP2Wi5kTa-t-4d93lApGNQxLVwVnbREfwNti2LtWbjA5HeCCfwqtEdn2VF9f0EOUaphVRuOl0G1Nymgjj6LYs1vJbDDsURw9C5IsKkBAQN4qxDAnkttuknXR6BFFIjdcM5YbBHTMhcfR/s400/4709846795a10938058126o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344348330363585474" border="0" /></a>Alicey day with Hazel and Dani:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZS1HPuDYa76lQqpS_fVMe66MxB913Vx-1PrI9fxoxSjpwoZBhcKPQ8MLiRklfmhaBk91KsdPuDvGgkc4w6n8-IWydJM_c0frCabsqFv73ORBBd9gFYlIgxkf7TB2WCNFFbNnAI3Y5OC6R/s1600-h/4709846795a10938086147o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZS1HPuDYa76lQqpS_fVMe66MxB913Vx-1PrI9fxoxSjpwoZBhcKPQ8MLiRklfmhaBk91KsdPuDvGgkc4w6n8-IWydJM_c0frCabsqFv73ORBBd9gFYlIgxkf7TB2WCNFFbNnAI3Y5OC6R/s400/4709846795a10938086147o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344348483337063906" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibp01CyoP9-5rtDCrsDD5FtnBLAKXjYNYIiUINRHXymLPyLsdTDLj4Ym7kSuJvvT-CrvDKMo4DanwnPpsxCun4YoRmybljuhJUQus1Excr3tInR1LsKPk8vbZxZffzqF7Aypc2PeQKmSjO/s1600-h/4709846795a10938086468o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibp01CyoP9-5rtDCrsDD5FtnBLAKXjYNYIiUINRHXymLPyLsdTDLj4Ym7kSuJvvT-CrvDKMo4DanwnPpsxCun4YoRmybljuhJUQus1Excr3tInR1LsKPk8vbZxZffzqF7Aypc2PeQKmSjO/s400/4709846795a10938086468o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344348728640426210" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihADAdQ3-zCD-cSMjH1_DMgn3hziO3fkzCr-z4UfVOsSO4EBRse5LlNwpwUgAW4kxk0mNG9B387mtLN6tFv1yVgwuMezoBbb-ZDrVpbwajjAzyd8m23Kh3yQtK52m5xSJPSOYZOOrWUQj3/s1600-h/4709846795a10938086551o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihADAdQ3-zCD-cSMjH1_DMgn3hziO3fkzCr-z4UfVOsSO4EBRse5LlNwpwUgAW4kxk0mNG9B387mtLN6tFv1yVgwuMezoBbb-ZDrVpbwajjAzyd8m23Kh3yQtK52m5xSJPSOYZOOrWUQj3/s400/4709846795a10938086551o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344348821697690514" border="0" /></a><br />I love my friends like a hypochondriac loves blood tests. :)Catherineeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02865263084048874104noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006890209584327484.post-53316029931257012642009-05-09T13:33:00.000-07:002009-05-09T13:41:07.404-07:00I CAN SPEEK LOLCAT NAO. (:U KNOE WUT SUCKZ? I KEEP FAINTIN. SO I HAS BLOOD TEST. DEN I FAINT. PROBABLY CAUSE I SAW MAH BLOOD, AN IM NOT GUD WIF BLOOD, BUT STILL. TEH DOCTORS CALL ME "VRY TALL, VRY SKINNY, VRY PALE FEMALE". DOCTORS MAK ME SOUND SO UGLY.<br /><br />MAH BROTHR IZ HAVIN 2 BOIS, HOO I HAS NEVR SEEN BEFORE ROUND 4 SLEEPOVR. HE SHUD BE COMIN OUT ANY DAI NAO.<br /><br />OH, EXAMS R TEH SCARYEST EVR. I HAS PSYCOLOGY EXAM IN 4 DAIS. HALP! IM REVISIN ALL 2MORROW, TEH NEXT DAI AN FOREVR.<br /><br />I JUS EATD WHOLE CHUNK OV CHEEZCAEK WIF CREAM. I FINKZ IM GOIN 2 BE SICK.<br /><br /><br />...why does lolcat translator speak everything in caps? :(Catherineeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02865263084048874104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006890209584327484.post-42877656110241881712009-05-08T14:24:00.000-07:002009-05-08T14:45:50.837-07:00Catherine is baaaaaaack! =DSo it's been several months since I'm posted anything because I forgot blogger existed. I don't know how.<br />Which is weird because stuff has been happening.<br />not particularly good stuff, so I won't write about it. I've decided it I stick my fingers in my ears, sing (badly) loudly and stick my head in the sand....it might go away...s'fine?<br /><br />Exams, another matter, but causing somewhat more stress at the moment, are approaching. Halp halp halp halp halp.<br /><br />Scaryyy. :(<br /><br />Here's a selection of photos now. Cause They're nice to look at.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5oUMHRT-RST6OWWewAOAQ2dcu3I8oax1Rgt9wFzubirxyzVcdfG2xuEeU0R3ZZjhOuKuNwaweLWBaRqJuttWHjVMQeN2qD9rcGxEWxakKw9Vm5Y-hFXu0vrfJHHYK8PiriIToYZ2P52__/s1600-h/random_moment_by_falloutemily.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5oUMHRT-RST6OWWewAOAQ2dcu3I8oax1Rgt9wFzubirxyzVcdfG2xuEeU0R3ZZjhOuKuNwaweLWBaRqJuttWHjVMQeN2qD9rcGxEWxakKw9Vm5Y-hFXu0vrfJHHYK8PiriIToYZ2P52__/s400/random_moment_by_falloutemily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333570354783196818" border="0" /></a><br />This is not me or my friends. My photos folder opened on the "lulwut" folder in my "panic at the disco" folder in my "bands" folder. I am oddly organised with photos. Too much so.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZPY6ftXmsy4hDxl5KCTpU3bCIcYep8qpYiq8xi0jIoK6uAYrOd8v5gzU6Dnn1hBVGtDMaY7eR_F7ajmojpYZrzy-V1wDxVbaiaG6dvKiC5gmJ5l3Mz4KUCMWNzSHLuTihSQhafCPCaOmv/s1600-h/3853824117a9140226436l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZPY6ftXmsy4hDxl5KCTpU3bCIcYep8qpYiq8xi0jIoK6uAYrOd8v5gzU6Dnn1hBVGtDMaY7eR_F7ajmojpYZrzy-V1wDxVbaiaG6dvKiC5gmJ5l3Mz4KUCMWNzSHLuTihSQhafCPCaOmv/s400/3853824117a9140226436l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333570658151367650" border="0" /></a>It would be epic if they were ghost busters for realsies.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCeVuMuLKplrRGWtcxh0bMnwFAXqDK_nJQFAkyw4w2kmUZqvdXdbXiCBZiQY2X_g1E3GzPeBEI8m1dc2_o1FIRLXIJWYhmsTcwcxz4q0BmtC119W6-iDy_B_eE3drhCXlUO_3L3HlsIF8q/s1600-h/redgaga.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCeVuMuLKplrRGWtcxh0bMnwFAXqDK_nJQFAkyw4w2kmUZqvdXdbXiCBZiQY2X_g1E3GzPeBEI8m1dc2_o1FIRLXIJWYhmsTcwcxz4q0BmtC119W6-iDy_B_eE3drhCXlUO_3L3HlsIF8q/s400/redgaga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333571250772541970" border="0" /></a>My brother thinks i'm trying to be lady gaga. I just liked the lightening bolt. My hair isn;t actually this colour. It's a shade of epicginger. Aled's started calling me gingey, said in a french accent. :(<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLytHiozrm8Oia31v07_HE7ie6rjxO0EzrS_Bfnp5fD9DhjDW3ZVCVM7nqCxvSx8xZYawEcZh9EdpEeSo4l6i22pfz9xTrvIuPBaBJ1r2PApRuRLKwWomv_HoQ1wq-0cT7j3cra4Ct8v27/s1600-h/DSCF0954.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLytHiozrm8Oia31v07_HE7ie6rjxO0EzrS_Bfnp5fD9DhjDW3ZVCVM7nqCxvSx8xZYawEcZh9EdpEeSo4l6i22pfz9xTrvIuPBaBJ1r2PApRuRLKwWomv_HoQ1wq-0cT7j3cra4Ct8v27/s400/DSCF0954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333571921947732786" border="0" /></a>I hadn't gone through my "America" album in a while. And this is Elenid. She has also gone on study leave but for her GCSEs. She's a year younger than me, but I was hanging aroung with her today in second period and I've discovered she's several feet taller than me. It's true, No exaggerations. Honest. I feel like a shortie. :( I kinda miss my natural hair colour. Should I go brown again or continue going red? Red for summer? Brown for start of next term? Dunno. Help me out peeeps.Catherineeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02865263084048874104noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006890209584327484.post-79891448740227249642009-04-01T12:40:00.000-07:002009-04-01T12:47:23.753-07:00Coursework RantI have 2 pieces of coursework (FINAL DRAFT!!!!!1oneone) due in by Friday. FRIDAY. That is two days away.<br />HALP HALP HALP<br />the first is english, and I have re-drafted and re-drafted that essay and it's still utter shit.<br />The second is drama and if that's shit then that performance exam I did yesterday won't matter because the coursework is a higher percentage, and it won't matter whether the quality of acthing in the exam was good or not, and I really REALLY tried my best....<br /><br />I don't want a C again, dammit I don't. D: Or anything below that, thankyou very much.<br /><br />And what's better, mum is demanding to use the computer. I have ranted 2 DAYS! at her and she told me it was my own fault for starting so late. This is balls, I've been working on Drama coursework for 2 weeks, AND had to prepare for the exam! and this english essay like I said has been drafted on many occasions and I only got it back today to redraft by Friday.<br /><br />Aeeeee<br /><br />I can totally totally do this. I'll work til late tonight, spend all my frees....2 frees tomorrow working hecktically...on English methinks, so that I can drama it up at home. Then On Friday Eleanor is coming for a few days, so I'm excited about that.<br /><br />Shiiit, how am I gonna get to Newport bus station?<br />Where IS Newport bus station?<br />Dad said he'd think about giving me a lift but the fact he didn't know where the bus station is puts him off..<br />...he's a pussy.<br />:)Catherineeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02865263084048874104noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006890209584327484.post-45523732416745775482009-03-24T13:50:00.000-07:002009-03-24T13:51:15.646-07:00gfdshhfrdI am in quite a large mood right now. (:<br /><br />I mean SERIOUSLY<br /><br />Empathy is evidently a thing of the past.<br /><br />XCatherineeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02865263084048874104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006890209584327484.post-24638965985846430462009-03-16T15:04:00.000-07:002009-03-16T15:15:33.423-07:00YesterdayHai hai hai.<br /><br />yesterday I went to big eye, drama worksop extrodinaire, with Hazel, Laura and Dani. I didn't feel like posting a blog about it cause I didn't have any pictures, now I do, and I've got nice little editey ones.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1bWjTQNIT6tuC2H2hLisGwJPPJVR6GgoFfcS6vn87GZkluIw8l20oeT_Lh7TeFZHMzWA2AD6UsLCG2ZHcQD-Bwi6TKCIIcrEnPEsgheuQJYGpA2yQ1lAF3J1Akda2TpATCqpAWgSSrlGP/s1600-h/4709846795a10359263867o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1bWjTQNIT6tuC2H2hLisGwJPPJVR6GgoFfcS6vn87GZkluIw8l20oeT_Lh7TeFZHMzWA2AD6UsLCG2ZHcQD-Bwi6TKCIIcrEnPEsgheuQJYGpA2yQ1lAF3J1Akda2TpATCqpAWgSSrlGP/s400/4709846795a10359263867o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313910521198627282" border="0" /></a>just in case you don't know, from left to right it's Hazel, me, Dani, Laura. I got bored and played aruond with the settings on PSP on a few of the photos. These were all taken by usk river, before big eye, cause we got the bus in early (11 o clock on a sunday counts as early, mmkay?)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZbA3yH4SlEoldAE7DZjnRnxFzfieaJq_d_XxGkasFHxC6dFiCD4H-GTnOGe34Udj79RjUIjs2XyiWucA1t0py8Caag4VWWXDHGVeUwPC2fkgiORpZ1e4G44OcE61XIQwvn2jB26mmVLLH/s1600-h/4709846795a10359260205o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZbA3yH4SlEoldAE7DZjnRnxFzfieaJq_d_XxGkasFHxC6dFiCD4H-GTnOGe34Udj79RjUIjs2XyiWucA1t0py8Caag4VWWXDHGVeUwPC2fkgiORpZ1e4G44OcE61XIQwvn2jB26mmVLLH/s400/4709846795a10359260205o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313911125579822514" border="0" /></a>I should probably point out that none of these photos were taken by me, I just edited a couple up (rather badly), although the photo above was my idea, and I'm proud.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9bkEh79iMrS7twKQApSNpArmZ79-zLYlIxc0xGdR9W2XdMAuHGgbRm4URS5-WjB2vHR02fkABor-1aUvApHXxJaq_uLwC2GDnDjDHNe5SFTZIn3RwsSyXda9FDw4yO5O4bcf3kXrywsvc/s1600-h/4709846795a10359260205o2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9bkEh79iMrS7twKQApSNpArmZ79-zLYlIxc0xGdR9W2XdMAuHGgbRm4URS5-WjB2vHR02fkABor-1aUvApHXxJaq_uLwC2GDnDjDHNe5SFTZIn3RwsSyXda9FDw4yO5O4bcf3kXrywsvc/s400/4709846795a10359260205o2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313911531233331778" border="0" /></a>We also like our jumpey-shot pictures, and this was my favourite of the many we took (suprisingly, it wasn't the one with my monster boxers showing, although that was quite epic, especially after Hazel edited over it in a censorey way)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwr_NJh8Y1vlkmIRRyIZjiwcSZ7WHiqd0GICLH6zT40d63EgKUYpsZsSJejznAmifVxy0IpaIoGu_DVZsB41ftegEHQ5DTGY4l-FdR39J20K80HcbP6F8Ht4Tim0pko9iQPPIRicCAcKYk/s1600-h/4709846795a10359259772o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwr_NJh8Y1vlkmIRRyIZjiwcSZ7WHiqd0GICLH6zT40d63EgKUYpsZsSJejznAmifVxy0IpaIoGu_DVZsB41ftegEHQ5DTGY4l-FdR39J20K80HcbP6F8Ht4Tim0pko9iQPPIRicCAcKYk/s400/4709846795a10359259772o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313912017861191650" border="0" /></a>lulz, we're SUCH posers. I also discovered the "clarify" feature that Dani uses lots on this picture, I'm not too sure it worked too well, but it's clarify! clarify is the secks.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSg2tBAZtN4xiP1JxeN2oFv4HTnh3tSM1aObrksbT_Nnpd6KkPYwjCEQHJdju-ucGJWqB_3zGlOPfpOSDmLUK4cKi-6KUukaGX6pHV5FqebU8VxY-3M3CKVus0wrjCSKuWi3r-ewgqEgy3/s1600-h/4709846795a10359262501o2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSg2tBAZtN4xiP1JxeN2oFv4HTnh3tSM1aObrksbT_Nnpd6KkPYwjCEQHJdju-ucGJWqB_3zGlOPfpOSDmLUK4cKi-6KUukaGX6pHV5FqebU8VxY-3M3CKVus0wrjCSKuWi3r-ewgqEgy3/s400/4709846795a10359262501o2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313912395631584354" border="0" /></a>I look happy, Hazeleykins does not. But I know that she was really. I think she was planning to rape my shoulder and got caught, therefore thwarted. (:<br /><br />Sundays are win, really. (:Catherineeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02865263084048874104noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006890209584327484.post-47745631973634222182009-03-15T13:36:00.000-07:002009-03-15T15:05:13.807-07:00I'm putting off doing English homework, so I'm going to do another one of theseh<input id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" value="63d81bd3b74248d9dba7b70b54212d44" type="hidden"><div><span style="font-style: italic;">Will you talk to the person you like on the phone tonight?</span>
<br /> nope.
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">
<br />Ever had a near death experience?</span>
<br /> nope.
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">
<br />Where’s your cell phone?</span>
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">don't know, don't care. I never get interesting texts anymore.
<br />
<br />What is the last thing you thought about?</span>
<br /> why is that fox humping the snow?
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">
<br />Do you regret anything?</span>
<br /> yes, I regret most things I do.
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">
<br />If you found out you were pregnant who would you tell?</span>
<br /> noone for a long time, probably eventually the father.
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">What are you going to do this weekend?</span>
<br />the weekend has just been and gone. NEXT weekend I'll go to work, go to dad's, come home, go to a caravan park party and then go to big eye.
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends?</span>
<br />2.5 hours ago.
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Do you prefer revenge or just pure jealousy/envy?</span>
<br /> envy. I'm a complete wuss.
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Who would you like your next “fling” to be with?</span>
<br />I can think of many people.
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Would you curse in front of your parents?</span>
<br /> I do it all the time.
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">What kind of camera do you have?</span>
<br />a broken one. *cries*
<br />
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Would you rather go to a party or out of town?</span>
<br />out of town.
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Are you slowly drifting away from someone close?</span>
<br />yes.
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">When was the last time you held someone’s hand?</span>
<br />today. for a photo. They did it to humour me.
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Who can you tell everything to?</span>
<br /> noone.
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Can you play guitar hero?</span>
<br />yes. (:
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Is any part of your body sore?</span>
<br />yes. ):
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Missing someone right now?</span>
<br />my dad.
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Is there someone on your mind that shouldn’t be?</span>
<br />no..?
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">When was the last time you saw the person you last kissed?</span>
<br />I'm not answering that.
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Do you like your phone?</span>
<br /> it's okay, but the camera has deteriorated and the memory is crap.
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Last alcohol beverage?</span>
<br />half an hour ago? lemoade and rum. s'guurd
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Have you ever slept in a bed with the opposite sex?</span>
<br />yeah.
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Have any of your best friends ever back stabbed you?</span>
<br />all the time when I was small, as a result, it doesn't take a lot for anyone to upset me, so I overreact to everything.
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">If you had to move in with a friend, which one would you pick?</span>
<br /> none would actually want to live with me, because I am insamely annoying and they'd all threaten me with painful death, so I would live on my own.
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">What’s the seventh text message in your inbox say?</span>
<br /> urgh now I have to go and find it.
<br />":) x"
<br />that was not worth the ducking effort.
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">When is your next road trip?</span>
<br />erm, I have my first driving lesson tomorrow, does that count?
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">What did you do on the weekend?</span>
<br />work, big eye.
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Met anyone new in the past week?</span>
<br />I did, actually last sunday.
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">What do your best friends call you?</span>
<br />Cat/Catherine (depending on how patronising they feel)
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Who was the last person to go to the movies with you?</span>
<br />that was "Twilight" with Hazel, Caitlin and Laura. And it was SO awesome cause we had pizza. The film was meh, the chick who played Bella couldn't act for toffee.
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Are you fighting with someone?</span>
<br />don't have the bollocks to fight anyone.
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Last time you had butterflies in your stomach?</span>
<br />don't know.
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Who/What would you like to see right now?</span>
<br /> A drunken epileptic on a roller-coaster.
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Are you mad at someone right now?</span>
<br />nope.
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">What’s the nicest text in your inbox say?</span>
<br />"You want someone whacked? :)"
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Do you mainly use your house phone or your cell phone?</span>
<br />Cell phone? what are you, some form of American? MOBILE because mum doesn't like paying phone bills.
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Is there an empty place in your heart?</span>
<br />yeah, but Ive grown accustomed to it, so it feels like home. :)
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Do you count down the days till anything?</span>
<br />er, no.
<br />
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Are you looking forward to something as of right now?</span>
<br /> nope.
<br />
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Have you ever been called a tease?</span>
<br />nope. I don't see why anyone would want me of all people to "tease" them..?
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">What are your chances of getting with your crush?</span>
<br />exceedingly low to highly impossible.
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">What is the farthest you’ve traveled with a friend?</span>
<br />Australia. Then she decided to make other friends and leave me on some town, so I got lost and cried. Oh, three guesses who THIS was, people. ¬¬
<br />
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Are any of your friends so close that you consider them family?</span>
<br /> yeah (:
<br />
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Anyone told you a secret this week?</span>
<br /> nope, I am not in circels of trust, apparently.
<br />
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Do you ever turn your cell phone off?</span>
<br /> It turns itself off because the memory is utter crap.
<br />
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Do you hate anyone?</span>
<br /> I fluctuate between dispise/loathe to dislike.
<br />
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Last time you wore the opposite sex’s clothing?</span>
<br /> today.
<br />
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> What do you want in your life right now?</span>
<br /> love. There is a discusting lack of it.
<br />
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> When was the last time you laughed so hard you thought you were going to cry?</span>
<br /> I don't remember (how depressing)
<br />
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Did you tell someone something today?</span>
<br /> yeah. I put a stickey note on someone saying "I eat babies, yum." They thought I was an arse, so they took it off him.
<br />
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Do you trust people easily?</span>
<br /> not anymore.
<br />
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> What were you doing at 9pm Friday night?</span>
<br /> watching death note.
<br />
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> THINGS YOU LOVE:</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> 1.</span> friends.
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> 2. </span>family (sometimes)
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> 3.</span> acting
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> 4.</span> panic at the disco
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> 5. </span>my cat.
<br />
<br />
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> THINGS THAT AMUSE YOU:</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> 1.</span> inuendoes
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> 2.</span> scrubs.
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> 3. </span>Yu-gi-oh abridged.
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> 4. </span>Top gear.
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> 5. </span>Parody songs.
<br />
<br />
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> THINGS THAT ANNOY YOU:</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> 1. </span>blue coats. (unless they're nice) otherwise they are foul-mouthed little arses.
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> 2. </span>scene queens. They're famous for having giant hair and being anorexic? Where is the logic there?
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> 3.</span> lost is still going. We get it, they're marooned on some island where the laws of logic don't seem <meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Cat/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} span.small-caps {mso-style-name:small-caps;} @page Section1 {size:595.3pt 841.9pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: georgia;">feasible. enough, already</span><span style="font-style: italic;">.</span>
<br /></p><span style="font-style: italic;"> 4. </span>people who walk/drive slow and you're stuck behind them, and you have somewhere to be.
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> 5. </span>not being able to find something that I need, like my iPod.
<br />
<br />
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> THINGS THAT UPSET YOU:</span>
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">
<br />1. </span>when I upset someoone I love.
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> 2. </span>when people don't listen.
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> 3. </span>when people are inconsiderate.
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;">4. </span>when the dog dies in "I am legend"
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> 5. </span>dead baby polar bears.
<br />
<br />
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> THINGS YOU DREAM OF:</span>
<br />
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> 1. </span>happieness
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> 2. </span>fulfillment
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> 3. </span>love
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> 4. </span>fame
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> 5. </span>Brendon Urie and having his children.
<br />
<br />
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> THINGS YOU DREAM ABOUT:</span> (I stole this from Caitlin's facebook, not Dani's blogger :P)
<br />
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> 1. </span>Go bananas with a runaway Catherine, Jared Leto and Brendon Urie. (Best. dream. ever.)
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> 2. </span>Oh look, it's an elephant. I will call him Larry. I need to buy some spices now. I'm lookoing at weird fabrics, now. Oh, they'll do. Come on Larry. Let's go for a stroll.
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> 3. </span>YOU SCREWED MY FRIEND! that is punishable by the tearing off of your balls. Oi, stop running away, you arse.
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> 4. </span>Where is it? Oh god where is it? There is it!! *runs* Oh no, it's running away from me. Come BACK big orange bed! come back! I must sleep in you! I cannot sleep anywhere else, big orange bed! without you, I'll be forced to never sleep ever. Come BACK. (dad found me sleep walking for this one. I was looking for my big orange bed in the bathroom cabinet, I wouldn't give him a cuddle because he wouldn't help me find it.)
<br /><span><span style="font-style: italic;"> 5. </span>Oh, erm, hai. I appear to be naked, but you havn't realised. If I don't react to me being naked, you won't notice and all will be well...now I must go and find clothes.
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