tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19644122918301673002024-02-20T09:07:24.864-08:00messymuddledminds'That's why her hair is so big; it's full of secrets'erinobambinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03045137427014950615noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964412291830167300.post-69938636450481737492010-08-24T13:43:00.000-07:002010-08-24T14:14:57.434-07:00SHOOT ME!... ow. why'd you do that?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9hP0AW55mHS78FPdQuZz_lql_R89prGkoHCB69GyUtDM8HaVLEe-I45k4RBGGoTwHUvoDILLQv36isjB37smJoVwZfuf2vUHsPyPccoTTPnLvZh-qLWzTRrJAru5feL4n4XI8UDWQsGE2/s1600/Erin-1fb+(1).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9hP0AW55mHS78FPdQuZz_lql_R89prGkoHCB69GyUtDM8HaVLEe-I45k4RBGGoTwHUvoDILLQv36isjB37smJoVwZfuf2vUHsPyPccoTTPnLvZh-qLWzTRrJAru5feL4n4XI8UDWQsGE2/s320/Erin-1fb+(1).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509080202956744178" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Holly Booth Photography www.hollybooth.com MUA: Kira Kaur</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Just one picture atm... more to come though!</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Re-doing the shoot soon as we weren't happy with the lighting on the day in the woods!</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"> I'm not keen on me in this... I LOOKS UGLY. It looks pretty good big though, and she's an awesome photo</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">grapher :D</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">She's done amazing considering it's me she's shooting!</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Thanks Holly and Kira</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"> <3</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">
<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">IN OTHER NEWS.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">I have a shoot in early September for an upcoming online vintage boutique.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">And another shoot with the amazing Elly Lucas!</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Had a trial evening for hair and make-up for the vintage boutique and it was great! I'm most likely going to be having a beehive </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); line-height: 14px; font-family:arial;">on the day. A bit like the ones at the bottom :)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">
<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">I also have a gorgeous boyfriend.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">And I got my GCSE results! I'm unbelievably pleased with what I got - 4A*'s, 3A'</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); line-height: 14px; font-family:arial;">s and 2B's !</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">So proud of myself and all my friends for doing so good.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; ">
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<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Looveesss <3</span></span></span></span></div></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjURE2pPpALFY6U2lvkQCovMXtBLM8aUu3Gd_PXJAMAQlRD7W32tv1vFi3E01-pMQDIhCmeGpelwyS7qoLvRkoEG5invIae1FrmnO9hBP-xok027AaNMkIGawnXMdi1BlSRx5gzOc5Su0_-/s320/4.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509084379807516802" /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5JLMXDzECs2AhYlVX0FrR3tXM9uB3wqRxbWRsS3UdjX5T2C4m1MN8U9m_rHmC8RdBazHjdexQCyLxuHmICOM7gx9HxxIsPS2LV7r66-XmG5g4qVEFaHDF8mU6qwjEw8Hq0T4DagNTFeJl/s320/5.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509085614635614130" /></span></span></div>erinobambinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03045137427014950615noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964412291830167300.post-79204585341416865262010-08-16T04:25:00.000-07:002010-08-16T09:33:39.504-07:00nananananananananananananananana BLOGPOST.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Like the batman entrance?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Thought you would...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">SO ANYWAY, once again I am behind on my truths. I am sorry :( </span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">But for once it wasn't laziness getting in my way, it was BUSINESS. Can you believe it?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5o8SApqGydRZmVSMSlhjiR7CzEghit_YIlm7rgeIXMq1fiQJFaVHewrCV_ffXQCuKrdzXZZ_Req3lyhiPb6aPxpn1MtBgRZypOelGKXHk-hzvHvm8E3IBUfr5X-RowPguXGjTV-MMp_OB/s320/30days.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 236px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505967972093015714" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="http://curiouspug.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-24-make-playlist-to-someone-and.html" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Day 24 → Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs. (Just post the titles and artists and letter)</span></span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><a href="http://curiouspug.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-24-make-playlist-to-someone-and.html" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: underline; "></a>Right. I'm gonna do it for my brother, as he's the only person who's music tastes I know relatively well and got the most memories with.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">The Cranberries - Linger</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Pretty obvious one really. Cos it makes me cry. Means a lot and goes back to a very important time in our lives (NO I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT PUBERTY. ALTHOUGH THAT'S AN IMPORTANT TIME TOO)</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">'You know I'm such a fool for you, you've got me wrapped around your finger'</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Does that sound weird?</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Beach Boys - Wouldn't it be nice</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">'Wouldn't it be nice if we were older, then we wouldn't have to wait so long. And wouldn't it be nice to live together, in the kind of world where we belong' RELATABLE LYRICS FTW. </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">M.I.A - Paper Planes</span></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Just cos it's a really cool song and we have our own little moves for it.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Shakespeare's Sister- Stay</span></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Because it is an AMAZING song, and the women in the video look pretty fiercely strange and awesome too. And as I tried to think of songs for this playlist, I remembered how amazing it was. Oh, and the women have amazing teeth too, and you gotta love people with pearly whites.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Shakespeare's Sister - Hello</span></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">AGAIN. Because they have a cool band name, and youtube produced this to me whilst we were still at Turnditch. Just listened to it again, and I remember us liking it, so thought I'd include it too. NOICE. OH OH and the video is sexy, cos the women look amaze.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Marina and the Diamonds- I am not a robot</span></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Predictable song, but - 'You've been hanging with the unloved kids, who you never really liked and you never really trusted' says it all really ay my lovely.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Bombay Bicycle Club - Always like this</span></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Cos I just adore this song. Gives me goosebumps, and that's always a good sign? Our bug song for the future methinks.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Speech Debelle - Daddy's little girl </span></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Cos you were right - it is me. </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">'Daddy I think I love you, cos I hate you so much I must love you. I put mummy above you, cos she played the position to love me unconditionally like you never have.' </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">'The way you affect me, I'm constantly fighting to not affect me'</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">'Like a kiss on the cheek saying 'How was school, old boy?', or 'Happy birthday me, old boy'</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">But you're still an old boy, grey hair fills your head like an old man.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">When your hands start to shake, who's gonna hold your hand?'</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Kate Nash -Mariella</span></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Remember you buying the album in Wales, and we sat in the car listening to the album on repeat. We both share a major love for Kate Nash, so this has to be on the playlist.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Mumford and Sons - Winter winds (Or The Cave. Or Little Lion Man. I don't mind, they're all amazing.)</span></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Another Bug song. GORGEOUS. Mumford and Sons came on whilst we were in Jenny, driving down the lane to Greg's mums, with the lovely orange sunset blinding us. Pure bliss. <3</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">'I will not hear what you have to say. Cos I need freedom now, and I need to know how to live my life how it's meant to be'</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="http://curiouspug.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-25-reason-you-believe-youre-still.html" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Day 25 → The reason you believe you’re still alive today.</span></span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">My mum was one of those obsessive parent's that never let me out of her sight - exactly the kind of mum I will be, I know it. And I think that's why I'm still here, cos if she hadn't have been like that, I would've done something stupid as a kid.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"> </span></span><a href="http://curiouspug.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-26-have-you-ever-thought-about.html" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Day 26 → Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and w</span></span></a><a href="http://curiouspug.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-26-have-you-ever-thought-about.html" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">hy?</span></span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><a href="http://curiouspug.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-26-have-you-ever-thought-about.html" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: underline; "></a>Woaaaah, depressing. Yes I have, within the last year or two. But I wouldn't. Far too many people rely on me ;) Hahaha only kidding, not really. But I wouldn't do it.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="http://curiouspug.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-27-whats-best-thing-going-for-you.html" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Day 27 → What’s the best thing going for you right now?</span></span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Ah, you know, for once I can say - I've got quite a few good things going for me right now :)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">I've got my boy, my modelling is falling into place, and I'm starting college in a couple of weeks. And although it'll all be new and scary, I'm hoping the fear will bring me back to life.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><a href="http://curiouspug.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-27-whats-best-thing-going-for-you.html" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: underline; "></a> </span></span><a href="http://curiouspug.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-28-what-if-you-were-pregnant-or-got.html" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Day 28 → What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?</span></span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Well, if I got someone pregnant, I'd be mightily impressed with myself firstly. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">If someone got me preggers, I'd have to have an abortion. As horrible experience as it is, it's the right thing to do at my age, cos I wouldn't be able to care for it properly. And also that would be my life GONE.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Til next time, my lovely's :)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Loooovees<3</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div></div>erinobambinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03045137427014950615noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964412291830167300.post-23944558344600578042010-08-11T07:06:00.000-07:002010-08-11T10:10:17.062-07:00Exercise? Me? HA!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigcn4Vxq0wfAe8M8OBM0Tz_hA8P9ADVNuDBeTkwQpPdph7Za4fLB9FaMzIZll8E14IQyqTOzHRPz3hHTapR1QFGtVf4CuQMPVemSZ4DUmj8LfuxsYzKxLTdAdjbLGIPtz-V56xdeW0VJIR/s1600/exerc1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigcn4Vxq0wfAe8M8OBM0Tz_hA8P9ADVNuDBeTkwQpPdph7Za4fLB9FaMzIZll8E14IQyqTOzHRPz3hHTapR1QFGtVf4CuQMPVemSZ4DUmj8LfuxsYzKxLTdAdjbLGIPtz-V56xdeW0VJIR/s320/exerc1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504153541794506994" /></a>
<br /><div style="text-align: center;">I went to an exercise class last night!</div><div style="text-align: center;">And oh my lordy lord, it was horrific.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My mother and I stood in the back corner, giggling away at the old women doing "Call on me" video style moves. Thrusting. *Shudders*</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">To be fair, it was quite fun laughing at the ridiculously enthusiastic instructor bouncing around the room screaming "GRAAAPE VINNEEE!" like some crazy army officer. BUT IT WAS SO PAINFUL. SO SO PAINFUL.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I ache like a bitch this morning too, and no doubt it will get worse tomorrow - they say the second day is the worst, no? God help me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mama is making me go next week too.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">PITY ME.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Looovesss <3</div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div>erinobambinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03045137427014950615noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964412291830167300.post-88554174575342069282010-08-09T10:03:00.001-07:002010-08-09T16:23:46.508-07:00A trio of truths.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2rGHBc7KkvUh4NsSq0sC130WgUxMhlxeY-C3VskJL4v74SL3vDIRz9hP3JKyK6rK2JeC3mzUkJT6-VnR2EqCSDMTnLfZ88RAnkzF7DCrRlcs7eY7ezSbUA_J8R804UjTw8fLWYseYxvr_/s1600/30days.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2rGHBc7KkvUh4NsSq0sC130WgUxMhlxeY-C3VskJL4v74SL3vDIRz9hP3JKyK6rK2JeC3mzUkJT6-VnR2EqCSDMTnLfZ88RAnkzF7DCrRlcs7eY7ezSbUA_J8R804UjTw8fLWYseYxvr_/s320/30days.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503469390000136674" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div><span style="font-weight:bold;">Day 21 → (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?</span></div><div><span></span><b>
<br /></b><div>Well I do believe I'd do the obvious - cry for a little while, pull myself together, make a card, buy some grapes (every body loves grapes, no?) and make m</div><div>y way down to the hospital. I seem to be good at cheering people up, so I'd smile uncontrollably even if I was really sad. I'd say sorry and hope they'd be okay.</div><div>
<br /><b>Day 22 → Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life.</b></div><div><b>
<br /></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Hmm... I don't like regretting stuff. And, nothing is c</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">oming to mind, therefore they must not be too much of a regret. So nothing, </span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I'm okay with how stuff has turned out so far. OH WAIT no, I wish I'd never slapped my mum. It was a one time thing at a party, cos she was drunk and being really horrible. But it was AWFUL of me. Definitely a massive regret and the worst thing I've ever done. So yeah... that.</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">
<br /></span></b></div><div><b>Day 23 → Something you</b><b>wish you had done in your life.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>
<br /></b></div><div>I'd say the same as Becca did; I wish that I'd learnt something cool when I was younger. I'd love to be good at ballet, or play guitar. But I'm gonna start that now - I have a guitar, and I'm going to learn Ballet with Becca. It's never too late :) Until you're dead...</div><div>
<br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7TnJ38zhSFy9TArJk57AOJ4s2ZYQC92gDdtJZtLizdVxTdGGr7yY4IYiUJq7s9Ap6FIbHqO9d8fxEzrCUOJlYIKgFkpASG9huaVeorhRKhnygi8Rvr4Na4Dt3Mk-4WlqKeUyaKmofIcOZ/s320/ballet.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503468767349596770" /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMwZbDR8i36czIYZrOYL5S_v16m68WGsX6QUOz_lY7aRdnKQV6RDBCsqKkEdGNA7jpD5c2b5dNZYRt_6ytfDivzPPZzPZYT37pLNnxECo0oc0aowz28OpOw6lj-z3FNbavaDtaBDVNlkDm/s320/ballet2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503468903390886738" /></div><div>
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Gives us a couple months - this WILL be us.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Loooovess <3</div><div>
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<br /></div></div>erinobambinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03045137427014950615noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964412291830167300.post-92128490946337964932010-08-06T08:30:00.000-07:002010-08-06T08:53:04.488-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">So... ynot go ynot?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">THERE IS NO REASON.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">THAT IS WHY IT IS CALLED YNOT.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">I had a wonderful time at this sexy music fest, as I did last year too! It's a small little gathering (I say small... I mean small on the festival scale... just a couple thousand people) in Derbyshire... and if you haven't been ... why ever not?! Get ya butt down there!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">
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<br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia6jZe1DNwAyrqLP0Z7WdQEhtBldfdx0MmgPJksiMVEbnjt9QAgA-GKvCVCHAjYdwO0b0N4TDQXI-RwnlLzqJS-jCJ9ENoxCd-nMyyQB7eRxlaS15huhfaUh90Sm5hLR31f6oz_SCiLgqW/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia6jZe1DNwAyrqLP0Z7WdQEhtBldfdx0MmgPJksiMVEbnjt9QAgA-GKvCVCHAjYdwO0b0N4TDQXI-RwnlLzqJS-jCJ9ENoxCd-nMyyQB7eRxlaS15huhfaUh90Sm5hLR31f6oz_SCiLgqW/s320/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502320378072010898" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">So I'm afraid the following pictures dunnay belong to me, they belong to the sexy beast above ^ </span><a href="http://whiterabbitwhiterabbit.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Becca</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">. But I do take credit for taking a couple of these.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">mwuahhaahahaa.</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyFnXXUL1b_o01efS8AGVMaOW2sXwVe5NK651X1216M3uHaGZBYiM8aDtEKtgQq1YkgbAHHiK5etbGMatb6orlHkBPBShDpW1SEzxmfv_lLY5NuDgR2lk77t3JYv9fPLSqHDs-1A2Jqf34/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyFnXXUL1b_o01efS8AGVMaOW2sXwVe5NK651X1216M3uHaGZBYiM8aDtEKtgQq1YkgbAHHiK5etbGMatb6orlHkBPBShDpW1SEzxmfv_lLY5NuDgR2lk77t3JYv9fPLSqHDs-1A2Jqf34/s320/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502320371690119586" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">It was cold and Matt was the only person with a comfy, warm jacket to lend. It happened to be grebby.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">DO NOT JUDGE ME :(</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">
<br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgweT53F_v96GOk7q02mXd-UN4iPIDRHySqG8ObNaJIozv4YqsFSRm0TSFN9-KQoe7ZozUPg26Diz7moPxXesPEeGR-lA-bh2Uneas5dEx6JFJFJdVwfH1BOx7LiSGzFQN6TufJVhHAkol2/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgweT53F_v96GOk7q02mXd-UN4iPIDRHySqG8ObNaJIozv4YqsFSRm0TSFN9-KQoe7ZozUPg26Diz7moPxXesPEeGR-lA-bh2Uneas5dEx6JFJFJdVwfH1BOx7LiSGzFQN6TufJVhHAkol2/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502320360405995554" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Becca fondling </span><a href="http://hugayeti.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Jam</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">. This darn right awesome picture was snapped by myself, soon after Becca attempted to attack Jam with cherry lube. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">That's what fest's are all about, no?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">
<br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJzUxSKDYtIKX9gbc64GmyptdCguZLVWLGKOtRM1E25RGN4PS1Oq4ase2KKn3HM4cwU7zpJQyatX-cD0XatKIS-lJ1S96syq5BLO2upi7-dpBNT3Kr3ZQfWy59FvC17mIKFzLWDkIQ80gK/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJzUxSKDYtIKX9gbc64GmyptdCguZLVWLGKOtRM1E25RGN4PS1Oq4ase2KKn3HM4cwU7zpJQyatX-cD0XatKIS-lJ1S96syq5BLO2upi7-dpBNT3Kr3ZQfWy59FvC17mIKFzLWDkIQ80gK/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502320139025350290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Ah, Rosie and Tony. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">"You have aids, don't you Tony?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">"Uh-huh"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">CLASSIC LINE RIGHT THERE.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">
<br /></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizbyJD62YBF7a0w3REffVkAS-aoI7RTHL8LRVU9eu7V-GP8KSXB7OFRZOvhYNrlUWkQharn1BPUzSjdl-3k9z0R7QJGYhaHojvC3ivlZwClnEeYuFYntEjE4srM4CMgB_Osf2dRmxmvhNm/s320/1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502320131615629730" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">So Becca bought us all some stick on, 20p tattoos (LICK/FIND WATER, AND STICK)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Mine totally failed around my wrist, so I attempted a rather "German leader-ish" looking tasche. This also failed.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqddRE54sOd0QqFliB8aAKBKlwAzug6rV-zYVVFXRBRvsMec6vw9IBCPzX39XjpauerPOyDkMsNykjPBXdYpiPgmUY-gFNIuZhi446ft3swwBqA4o-XUgpfH_S8Te4IXd1jeAi07XiBaco/s320/2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502320136512747698" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Taken shortly after the LC! set :)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">I was scared, but they were pretty cool.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">This picture is pretty impressive to have been taken by a rather drunken Becca. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">(FEATHERWEIGHT)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">
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<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">It was amaaaaze. Hope to see y'all (HANNAH MONTANA, EAT YOUR HEART OUT) next year ;)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">
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<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Looooves <3</span></div>erinobambinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03045137427014950615noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964412291830167300.post-88830902102055788872010-08-05T10:56:00.000-07:002010-08-05T11:46:25.282-07:00I really do need to work out some sort of routine..<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">FORGIVE ME DEAR 18 FOLLOWERS.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">I have been a </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">shocking</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"> person to follow, I am sorry.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Here is a list of my reasonings...</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">1)</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"> I've been at YNOT MUSIC FESTIVAL 2010! The most amazing weekend ever! Shall discuss this in a post soon :)</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">2)</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"> I've been busy modelling (oh, don't I sound like a worldly kind of girl?)</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">3)</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"> I'm just a little lazy.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">So I am now 9 DAYS behind on my 30 days of truths... this may be a long post.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">I understand if you now click the cross in the top right hand corner of your screen, I understand that short and sweet is the way to go in the blogging world - SO I SHALL DO MY BEST.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Kay here goes...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguId70ojue0ZarWg1QsNNhafl-gBRN_nvKjqTwrkHccgXRbgtqcGT4I-gIRl2GfrSpgrC_ONcXsvYTVd6NYFdjhyphenhyphenDyco6ecHcJdro6_hn-aQJmvPscIZjE7t4DSYIo4gPzUs2uDWbmxQIK/s320/30days.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 236px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501987728718149394" /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Day 12 → Something you never get compliments on.</span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">This is a strange one... hm... I'd say my laugh. I have a shockingly bad laugh. Luckily I dunnay snort or things that bad, I just have a bit of an over-excited cackle/giggle that is best off not being heard. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Day 13 → A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days. (write a letter.)</span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">See I think this is really difficult, as the "tough ass days" that I would relate to, I had no ipod / cd player / tv / internet to hear music on... dammit. But on reflection now, I'd write to Eminem (check me out.. lil miss predictable)</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Dear Eminem... firstly, thank you for giving me your address. I promise merely to stalk you on a daily basis, and will refrain from climbing the tree outside your bedroom window, so that I can see you naked. Actually- I can't promise that.</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"> Not only are you the sexiest 37 year old ex-druggy I've ever known, you are also a lyrical genius whom I adore. In all fairness, it has only been over the last couple of months that I've really appreciated your music... but I'm glad I've finally found you! You're realistic, funny, and relatable (I may not have drug problems or a daughter, but I feel ya bro).</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Love from Erin. xxx</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">P.s. Will you run away and get married with me?</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br />Day 14 → A hero that has let you down. (letter)</span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">I choose not to get caught up in celebrities, in the fear that they will let me down (ah, the irony). Therefore - I don't need to write anything :)</span></span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Day 15 → Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.</span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">*TYPICAL GIRL RESPONSE* Chocolate. I've tried, honestly I have. But I literally am a total whorish bitch without my chocolate. Actually - make that </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">more</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"> of a whorish bitch. I love it. I just love it. Makes me happy. End of.</span></span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Another thing would be MEAT. I tried, for like, 3 days.</span></span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"> I'd love to be veggie, for the principal and general coolness of veggies, but I'm 'fraid I JUST FOOKIN LOVE CHICKEN. </span></span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">And I couldn't live without my brother, mum and dog. They're all I need :) </span></span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">OH and chicken noodles.</span></span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Day 16 → Someone or something you definitely could live without.</span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Hmm.. I'm sure there's plenty that I could live without...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">But whether I'd WANT to live without them, is a different matter. I could live without everything- apart from the obvious i.e FOOD, WATER, WARMTH etc. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">but UGH see I feel he doesn't deserve a spot on my blog (no matter how unsuccessful and terrible it may be), but I'll say my dad. I have been, and will continue to, live quite easily without him. Infact, very easily. Infact, it's been a lot easier without him.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">If you're reading this, as I'm sure you may be (COCK)... HEY DAD. ><</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Day 17 → A book you’ve read that changed your views on something.</span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">I can't say I'm a big reader tbh (oh, I'm just so intellectual, aren't I?). So I really can't think of an actual name. I've read a number of books about child abuse (HOW CHEERY) and I think they're always pretty harrowing. But, it's not necessarily changed my views.. just made em a lot stronger I guess.</span></span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Day 18 → Your views on gay marriage.</span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">This is a silly question. GAY/STRAIGHT/BI means nothing to me.. I couldn't care either way! Being one of those does not make you who you are... as long as you're a good person and kind to people, it makes no difference to me who ya into. </span></span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">I CANNOT STAND HOMOPHOBES, but equally, I CANNOT STAND STRAIGHTOPHOBES (couldn't remember the correct terminology). Being gay/straight/bi doesn't make you any better or any worse than a different person.</span></span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Day 19 → What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics?</span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Politics schmolotics. Means nothing to me, but I guess it's important. But JEEZUS don't we go the wrong way about it? We need to get some younger people into parliament, that actually have some sort of clue on what is going on in the world.</span></span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Religion- I'm not religious in any way. In fact (SORRY TO OFFEND ANY RELIGIOUS FOLLOWERS, I'M JUST GIVING POINT OF VIEW) I really loathe religion. I totally understand why people become religious- whether it be because of your general upbringing or just fear. But I honestly don't feel good vibes for religion. I guess I'm more spiritual - I believe in Karma and reincarnation. I believe the Bible is a load of bollocks. And pleeease don't comment on this saying I'm being disrespectful, because I take in everyones point of view, but be prepared for me to challenge you :) Plus I find it equally disrespectful when religious people shove it in your face. I had plenty whilst living with a born-again Christian for four months - MY OH MY THAT WOMAN STRESSED ME OUT. Ironically, her name was Joy. She didn't bring much Joy. In fact she was insanely homophobic, which totally goes against "being created in God's image" and "everyone is equal". See THIS is why I don't like religion - it's completely contradictory. </span></span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">SORRY I'll stop now, but I could rant for hours. And I promise I'm not just narrow minded - I got A* in RS... I'm just... opinionated (understatement).</span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Day 20 → Your views on drugs and alcohol.</span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></b></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Haha, what a wonderful question for me :)</span></span></b></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Loads of people assume I'm against drinking and drugs, as I dunnay partake in such activities. haha, yet ALL of my friends drink, my family drink, and most of my mates do drugs (they're all so god damn wholesome).</span></span></b></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">I really don't mind alcohol, unless it changes a person for the worst. I don't like how sometimes my mates become reliant on alcohol for a good time, but I spose I understand why sometimes- It's got them through many an awkward situation, I'm sure. If ya get aggressive or nasty when you're drunk - don't come near me! haha, or if you puke everywhere. Then defo don't come near me! I now refuse to hold people's hair back.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Drugs - mehhhhh. I'm probably more against this. But ya no, do what ya do, just don't get me involved (and please don't die) :)</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">*</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Holy shit, sorry for the insanely long post, I promise to be more consistent in future! :D </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Didn't I say that last time?</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
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<br /></span></span></div><div>Loooooveees <3<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></div>erinobambinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03045137427014950615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964412291830167300.post-19702717565411235712010-07-27T04:47:00.000-07:002010-08-10T04:56:13.714-07:00Vanity truth?<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Day 11 → Something people seem to compliment you the most on.</span></span><div><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I'm very lucky to have<b> LOVELY</b> friends that compliment me on a few things!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I'd say the main ones would be my hair, eye</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">s/eyelashes and teeth.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It's always nice to get compliments! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So thank you to anyone who has given me one before :D</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">People say they want my hair but I'm sure if they have it for more than a couple of days it would start to piss them off! Mine always t</span>ickles my face and back whilst I'm trying to sleep. Not cool. Erin likes sleep.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I have been BLESSED with long eyelashe</span>s, and I literally would die without mascara. Like.. DIE. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvlMujvhIlIXI3dJzLbWklu-xb92CIepG3uIdrwRZhyphenhyphen9YaxNw9tKAinij6Pe1LLhbWjh6S9kSbhyVs5l2f8Mh4NE0NaBqx9b9U52rp_jKYnrTbnjEcf8Xs7Qf-fnn5xQCE_Fv2gDGCY3me/s320/loongeyl.jpeg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 230px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498565123739146354" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">I promise you I look just like this.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#403E38;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I have also been blessed with straight teeth! YAY FOR STRAIGHT TEETH! And they're healthy! Which is always good! I used to have terrible teeth when I was younger because all I drunk was coca cola. I was literally addicted - I got the shakes if I didn't have it! Ridiculous.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I've not had it since and now I'm very thankful they're healthy!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So anyway this post has made me sound a tosser! I'm sorry.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">LOVES <3</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
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<br /></span></div>erinobambinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03045137427014950615noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964412291830167300.post-44123010871028514122010-07-27T03:56:00.000-07:002010-07-27T04:02:10.704-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Just thought I'd post this quickly as it made me smile.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Mum left me a note this morning whilst she was out, saying to wash up, hoover around, tidy my room, and take the rubbish out. That's actually more than I do in a year.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">BUT ANYWAY.</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">
<br /></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaelpMPylqflXmZtW4D68CpwTVA_41Mr1eHrBCGVEiT-zXFPuQQXQ9lLYPOsdtPT05a3CSfSfYWaP2qXQWmqZL38asko3adJdNClyU_LLlybQRpAzqcedmu23Bu19FVeFCLnUpCu83E8As/s320/culater.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498539303646737890" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Cool mom.com! I think there's a possibility my brother wrote the last bit, but I hope it was my mum cos it's cute lol.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">That is all.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Kthanksbye.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">looooves<3</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div>erinobambinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03045137427014950615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964412291830167300.post-72132590067385264532010-07-26T10:37:00.000-07:002010-07-26T10:42:56.622-07:00Disney love<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So just a quick little post! :)</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A couple days ago I went to the Disney store! <span style="font-weight:bold;">(YAY FOR DISNEY STORE)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">And it's safe to say I got a little excited when I saw the Toy Story merchandise!</div><div style="text-align: center;">And The Little Mermaid merchandise!</div><div style="text-align: center;">And Tinkerbell merchandise!</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Okay so I basically ran around like a 5 year old and got excited about EVERYTHING.Here is a quick picture, caught in the midst of my excitement.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA4vZVc3Px4CC_2ed_BFKgWqAdNFJYfKH49kK10W-qLd7j6BM8e8YxFuyO6hYx76tuz6SihtRYsr7PrRJv-K6XX5-NQxohHvCn2YRYmg-b5JJkEWMVAUqdAm5yHJi4vU0Hrt16FzCx2CH7/s320/toystorystore.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498271261923733698" /><div style="text-align: center;">Soon after this stunning photo was taken, the shop lady told us off for taking photos.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>MADNESS.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>
<br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">You know what else is insane?</div><div style="text-align: center;">THEY DIDN'T HAVE ANY HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL MERCHANDISE.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Now that is just unforgivable, no?</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Looveesss <3</div><div>
<br /></div>erinobambinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03045137427014950615noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964412291830167300.post-44913860873000276842010-07-26T09:19:00.000-07:002010-07-26T10:36:55.063-07:00multiple.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><div style="display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">I must I must sort out a routine so that I don't give you these truths all in one go... I think it may defy the point. I'm sorry :(</span></span></div></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwayxMZE1btiY1duNNL-H0-U2kY9NTewXJJtG6VMux2L1i5W6jr0_5rN5U0JJvbTZ7OQ16Yx9A4N2Dvpm175c4W_W8kn6k8VrrahCq590xZRXq9i_cvWYfkZZOdCnohYkPG2VLMv_h8NIA/s320/30days.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 236px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498262370538830434" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Day 07 → Someone who has made your life worth living.</span></span></b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Gonna be all soppy, predictable and say my momma. My mum, brother and I are rock solid (init bruv) and they make my life worth living. We keep each other strong and look after each other, even if I do fall out with my brother a lot haha :) </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></i></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">*SOCIAL SUICIDE MOMENT</span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">*</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">- my mum is pretty much my best friend. I can talk to her about everything (at the risk of being mocked) and she makes me laugh all the time. I don't know what I'd do without her!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Now... tell me the truth - did that sound like a Disney speech?</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">*</span></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Day 08 → Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit.</span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">My Dad... n'uff said.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">*</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"> Day 09 → Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.</span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Hm that's difficult :( I think people have drifted but for the right reasons I guess. My old crowd at school used to be really close, but then I drifted from them because I already had a lot of drama at home and it was too tiring to have it at school too, so I sort of shifted over to a group that I knew were simple and there wouldn't be any complicated emotions involved. I think some of my old group were really offended and started to hate me for it cos they thought I was a traitor or something haha but I think it happened for the right reasons and now we're probably better friends for it. I hope they don't hate me now anyway :)</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">*</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Day 10 → Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.</span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Ummmmmmmmmmm...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Errrmmm...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Hm.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Difficult AGAIN. </span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Thanks a bunch whoever made these truths.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">I don't think I know anyone/hang out with anyone who I particularly dislike. I choose to surround myself with people that I actually like, so I'm glad I know all of them.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">That's it for today :)</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Thanks for reading!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">
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<br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Loovveess <3</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#403E38;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
<br /></span></span></span></div>erinobambinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03045137427014950615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964412291830167300.post-42404644344830737242010-07-23T08:47:00.000-07:002010-07-23T10:39:03.942-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">So I came across the preview for Primark's 2010 Autumn collection!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I'm not normally a primark fan but I think some of these outfits are pretty cute!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Check them out...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxBHMpHBYWuOcDqBwPsCn_7Ee7V43oUH5gjpGYQ_WJhBbMq6z0Zz5Rv0KywOIQjVp51h_TRU-LYxR3ktP8vl7y0sRsilusDSYggPA0OisH7Ofb0TF08-iteUj63ocxnFsbaUYt7Aw_8cps/s320/primark6.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497129931408815458" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Cashmere fur collar coat £49. Stack heel platform £15. Cable heart over the knee socks £1.50.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I love this outfit because I think it looks simple and classy. It also looks quite expensive for primark, but it's pretty affordable.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZxd4XSrZycY5tYtof5w7dgBj_O8az9Ui7dj1SHLOkvRYNHxDkwNXofHqmzk-RXMX5I2GPFd7tKDQhmtcrOtBIlcc9YWiry_NuS1ofz7k6mHoyLH5N-oc5_3fDPBxlpUZV4j_tqpwWLgdL/s320/primark5.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497129664934039874" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Navy military cape £25. Wet look legging £7. Chunky cable arm warmers £3. Grey over the knee socks £2. Black lace ankle boots £15.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I might just have to buy this outfit! Those ankle boots are so cute, and I love the Military style cape. I'd be weary of buying it though, as it's quite a statement and I'd be worried that as it's from Primark, everyone will have it!</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSJ93ur1G4rH1uEYrZF-KZiqOFUKwgxXYzWd82w7K0-UlPPxiu2vkuqRVUXktmViFC-J6loqo6tX91H67_9TkT8Ge7MUK12BgpCwoljbekJiRXrdnIXMpC2tSCEeyp7fdAjD-t9bYJwc-T/s320/primark4.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497129601904415522" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Snowflake jacket £17. Jacquard roll neck £17. Chunky knit snood £4. Chunky knit arm warmers £3. Jeans £8. Faux shearing bag £6. Ribbed over the knee socks £1.50. Punch out hiking boots £20.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Doesn't this just look like the most comfy and snuggly outfit ever? I can really imagine wearing this to college in winter time, and it's so afforable! Love the snood and snowflake jacket/jumper!</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOPHVJQOKzu4Kp_QY67ZrB867pqo0u1q7Yjmx62kQmfo3XMvwkrm0Kn-yG6h8ReP_V4V6zlANT7W9icOspnpnex3RSR8bwZLte8cvLge-mLRxk4hu3EvmtiXQnw463FMFOEjCqE75gl_GL/s320/primark3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497129545670674082" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Heart fob shorts £10. Pussy bow blouse £10. Ribbed over the knee socks £1.50. Punch out hiking boots £20.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Those boots are just to die for! They use them a lot in these photos, and they look great with all the outfits! I must-have, I say.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUOV5pZCBQJcIgbOpQspJUwQUYdUNJfIDJkF5RlNhNud0rXbtkQP6MeN8xOx2ZGlo7O8o72gXo-PKKswIHfP0W7tKxak7o27CLugIl8LYyQA3MNPTadQtsDXLeEQjlaoKlpcgb2Akzc1Fx/s320/primark2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497129458334832098" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Parka jacket £21. Military dress £13. Woven metal buckle belt £3. Punch out hiking boots £20. Ribbed over the knee socks £1.50.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I heart that parka!</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicXXPDdBrVIepBAa_YG1Pcev1Lztx0jh19NN28iSQBf-7BiVSpDQWm4hdWkNfMMWqXxyl2TcEbdjneQoUQaIY5lC8ZokYZkbtZ0MeS4JYEVkkfSJta891_1Bgcsjpapf2dJ_9aKulc4T2l/s320/primark1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497129394313305154" /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Faux fur trapper £5. Floral mix and max tunic £10. Faux fur belted gillet £17. Ribbed over the knee socks £1.50. Knee-high zip boot £18</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Doubt I could get away with this outfit - but it's cute nonetheless!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Must say I quite like them and may possibly be venturing to Primark this Autumn...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Will you?</span></div>erinobambinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03045137427014950615noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964412291830167300.post-38581578731154479752010-07-22T16:22:00.000-07:002010-07-22T16:44:56.012-07:00Double doses<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh100HFy1rmxPN8yTgx-sI89HuWh5x-WUhbOEqwUPwkFX5URFsSbqVO-n_iOO_9XzBTb_yZ7AJzgWJ3qXN8xJlaSoxxt48qttvl4difXadMX8C1GirfuBb0LJ1ufxfdD1_d_U0KqbLyH-Bb/s1600/30days.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh100HFy1rmxPN8yTgx-sI89HuWh5x-WUhbOEqwUPwkFX5URFsSbqVO-n_iOO_9XzBTb_yZ7AJzgWJ3qXN8xJlaSoxxt48qttvl4difXadMX8C1GirfuBb0LJ1ufxfdD1_d_U0KqbLyH-Bb/s320/30days.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496878773479090626" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Day 05 → Something you hope to do in your life.</span></span></b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Well, I have LOADS. It's only in the last year or so tha</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">t I've really felt driven and desperate to do certain things. I really want to be successful, as everyone does, but I'd love to spend my life living in America doing art. If I could have everything I want, I would live in a sexy apartment in New York, and would work for a magazine as a designer or something :) Slightly unrealistic, but definitely a dream. A couple of the smaller things - I want to go to Glastonbury, I think it's just one of those things you have to do in life. I'd like to do something just crazy with someone I love- something dangerous. I hope to travel the world and do ridiculously spontaneous things and experience so many things. I hope to get married and produce beautiful, healthy babies. I hope I get the chances, and have the balls to cease the day- cos you only live once.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Day 06 → Something you hope you never have to do.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">This is such a wiiiide question. There's so many things I hope I never have to do!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">I'll list a few...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">- Hope I never have to lose someone I love due to an accident (or I guess a non-accident might be a lot worse)</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">- Hope I never have to eat something horrible because I'm so hungry.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">- Hope I never have to confront someone to the point where a fight might start (I'm SUCH a pussy)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">- Hope I never have to wrestle a crocodile (I mean c'mon- who wants to do that? Apart from Steve Irwin?)</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBfXp5-wBewL8o64d2GkYjexa4oB9k_PHKHgOgLx2RDvIr_44BITA-5naTaZ2Z6Mn7MbHURBBxFGQBZ9-YEqXpl2u8lxCtUFV9w1md2SFFwVMlyvzOCnCS2iWGr_V6H05qmVXhRLePjHxD/s320/steve-irwin-croc-wrestle.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496877967636165522" /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">He was such a braaave cheedy :(</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">That's all folks :)</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">looooves</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(64, 62, 56); line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><br /></span></div>erinobambinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03045137427014950615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964412291830167300.post-56655213596502477232010-07-20T11:25:00.000-07:002010-07-20T12:55:59.818-07:00OH no, got some catching up to do<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So I know I've been laaazy and not done this but now I SHALL cos I think it's pretty cool.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Kay...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx_vLWtIng_5XhJUgJQlJEBaipMoMP70nNrS2q9yzJpalh7c0fd0h3mQQGn5f0tIn8NpYf2JXx2D8jjOxZxynmWC9Qq6e2NQn-El-L20AGEeP9pjbCAR6I3SFkQtW60uErn8MvXmES3NoH/s320/30days.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 236px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496078019926109026" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Day 02</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> →</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> S</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">omething you lov</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">e about yourself.</span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Okay... ummm... well.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Right, I'd have to say my ability to block stuff out, and cope with</span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> a lot</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> of bad experiences.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">If anything is going horribly in my life (and trust me, there's been plenty), I am really good at coping somehow. As long as I have something to distract me (mates, art etc.) I don't even think about all the horrible things. I can carry on as normal and not even think about it; and I love that. It helps me a lot since I've been through a hell of a lot of </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">shit</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. But I guess that means I love my friends since they help distract me. And tbh I'm very easily distracted...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ooh, bubblewrap.. :)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Day 03 → Someth</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ing you have to forgive yourself for.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Okay, this one isn't too hard. I need to forgive myself if I do</span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> really bad</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> in my GCSE's. Cos I know I've tried hard, and I have been through so much this past year, that I need to forgive myself if I don't do as well as I hoped. It's been so difficult and I think once you come out the other side, it's easy to forget how hard it was. So I need to keep in mind, that it isn't my fault, and that I did well all things considered. But hey, fingers crossed I don't have to forgive myself.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Day 04 → Something you have to forgive someone for.</span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I need to forgive my friends for getti</span></span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ng sick of me sometimes. I went through a stage ( a little like this blog post) when I just talked about all the shit I was going through. They were amazing nearly every second of the way, but I need to forgive them if they got pissed off occasionally, cos I totally understand why. Plus everyone has their problems, and it was wrong of me to always talk to them about it cos it's not fair to offload problems on people :(</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ahh, that was like a therapy seshh. </span></span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And a little too dark for my liking.</span></span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So here's something happy....</span></span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbUw6kXBP49xvqxecSPGV4qs_jeCe6XqaWiHClhqUHNMB9IYSoML69beHSye2-STBC-LLPicEz_eH01gIQ7ohrGZ_Vkeo2eu0SHai47wOersthsrwRvH-DYNHMru2cNMn9FiWHjKpH70Df/s320/funny-pictures-happy-faced-lion.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496076316528743106" /></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Cheers m'dears.</span></span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Loveees </span></span></span></b></span></div>erinobambinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03045137427014950615noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964412291830167300.post-91523142785584467922010-07-17T03:16:00.000-07:002010-07-20T15:46:47.957-07:0030 days of truth and fun<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>So I thought HELL YEAH I'LL DO 30 DAYS OF TRUTH :)<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br />It's a cool little thing that you do for 30 days (no shit) and each day you tell a different truth (once again.. no shit)<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAanOmeV1BRj9f5oIyyeLpZ1KKOQfvyFzL6n71sBD-R11KR6byAZ9u9DGCpX1R2yIoeeScnQh0NrvHNR3YqMQQBLeTVBjP9ibaplH10kgXiKISlZ6eaN0jaFwuFPhjRFITehP0ZC3IJWxy/s320/30days.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 236px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494824284858951746" /><br />Here it goes :)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; ">1st truth - something you hate about yourself.</span><br /><br />Oh wow, one thing? I think it would have to be my inability to resist food.<div>I love food, and I love food all the time. So far it's not really caught up with me, but trust me, by the time it does- I will be a beached whale. Reckon the main culprit is chocolate. If I had to choose something else, I'd say I hate the first impressions I sometimes give to people. Pretty much all my friends have said that when they first met me they thought I might be a bit fake because I seem too happy, and a bit excitable, but that's just because I think it's exciting meeting new people! I hate the thought that people wouldn't want to get to know me because of that, but luckily anybody who has said that, has also said that after a little while that got used to it, they</div><div>realised I was just being me and really liked me! And that's all gravy.</div><div>It's made me rather worried for college though - hopefully I'll be able to chill my beans by the time I go to college. I'll just have to keep saying 'be cool' to myself constantly.</div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG2xYqAb5eOm7gRy3RlpvJ-Mh6kCjAR0UUR_98SkX4I9Ii33LwWw-4S2xfu1TDzfVZODZhcOpU34BuWXgM01VYBIKGY1oIrG5F3MdEqTaKyVHZSYFeYoS-IC7G0u4sJoGHOId44RAESs3B/s320/polar-bear-tippy-toe.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494823237050859874" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Speaking of cool, here's a polar bear dancing on his tippy toes. </div><div><br /></div><div>This was fun :) </div><div>See you tomorrow!</div></div>erinobambinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03045137427014950615noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964412291830167300.post-41520687896556648142010-07-12T09:47:00.002-07:002010-07-12T10:04:10.105-07:00Ooh, I'll have a slice.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix-2QQIiZ6hPb4n2uALngAKSNG3uRj2e4bLEKXsP0a5ctl8CDztZq7eqqLZ85le7ysBvhybTpr3l3fHVXsDNzSGN1cmw2__vtZuOpxeZetH3_odNBGDb8ZLWarrK0bQ9lT-i4IPb8E5c2a/s1600/9.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix-2QQIiZ6hPb4n2uALngAKSNG3uRj2e4bLEKXsP0a5ctl8CDztZq7eqqLZ85le7ysBvhybTpr3l3fHVXsDNzSGN1cmw2__vtZuOpxeZetH3_odNBGDb8ZLWarrK0bQ9lT-i4IPb8E5c2a/s320/9.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493064260703356722" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">OM NOM Kellan Lutz. Sexiest mothafudger alive.. maybe. Excluding Adi Ki.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">III need help. From you.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I want Kellan Lutz to see this drawing.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Please SPAM THE FUCK outta him on twitter, til he finally gives in and views my shit.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Kthanksbye. </div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><3</div>erinobambinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03045137427014950615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964412291830167300.post-29240400277295537772010-07-11T16:52:00.000-07:002010-08-10T06:47:13.033-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYN1evBzLU5FdEhAzfwTLzusZLAf3XjE2KceO4UUcs48IV7-YkViMoNCTJQdT_IC8gM0ZsP8Oh3-XYLWZJ_zkmfwlH5q06rrkmvU6AgRav8v1xdIx1JrnirqhXxN1BAKVbhGMcfdb4a0wh/s1600/8.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYN1evBzLU5FdEhAzfwTLzusZLAf3XjE2KceO4UUcs48IV7-YkViMoNCTJQdT_IC8gM0ZsP8Oh3-XYLWZJ_zkmfwlH5q06rrkmvU6AgRav8v1xdIx1JrnirqhXxN1BAKVbhGMcfdb4a0wh/s320/8.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492801079894531506" /></a>Damn, if only she'd photoshopped my chubby legs a lil more. That pose did me no favours ;D<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Photography - Elly Lucas.</span></div>erinobambinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03045137427014950615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964412291830167300.post-28282158365219584742010-06-16T07:59:00.000-07:002010-07-11T18:09:13.178-07:00DON'T YOU BLOODY TOUCH THEM- THEY'RE MINE.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>I've realised I'm insanely protective.<div>Of family?... no. </div><div>Of friends?... no. </div><div>Of anything of any importance whatsoever?... no.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>I am protective of silly things. Bands. Singers. Actors. Actresses. Films. Songs. Videos. Photos.</div><div><br /></div><div>For me, there is <b>nothing</b> worse than falling in love with something amazing... something that nobody knows about... and then a couple months down the line it's like BAM every fucker loves 'em too.</div><div><br /></div><div>It gets to the point where I don't even want to express my undying love for such things, in case people google it and fall in love also.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Some may say, why would you want to not share something amazing?</div><div>I spit on those people and answer "Because <b>I FOUND THEM FIRST</b>".</div><div><br /></div><div>EXAMPLE TIME, KIDS. </div><div>There once was a time when I loved Justin Bieber. That's righ</div><div>t... I was a <i>belieber.</i></div><div>Now, I <b>loathe</b> that child (in a 'I hate you, but if you showed any interest in me I would fall to my knees crying, begging for forgiveness and kissing your feet' kind of way)- Not only for his shiny, perfectly placed, swishy hair and devilishly handsome face, but for the fact he's so goddamn famous. It just doesn't feel speshh anymore.</div><div>YGM BLUD?</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif-nGVrrIpXvM9zrwqKPB0iDUtuxHy4cxXJd5MpBL1pQ5Cc2HZvQIzHO1HOhFsHTKU6xiCf6KIHYegYPAth9IH9qNY3mmeYb9MMBoFTzge2GTdDCNDRLzXwQ8D2DIhepe1EEGNrZWRgkbh/s320/bieber.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483389721760866354" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Look at how <b>shiny</b> it is.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I would tell you the band that brought on this rant, but I wont- cos they're <b>mine</b>.</div><div><br /></div><div>Agh, I'm such a bitch.</div>erinobambinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03045137427014950615noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964412291830167300.post-59806852586399297622010-06-16T07:37:00.000-07:002010-06-16T07:43:31.217-07:00GAGAGAGAGA FOR GAGA.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqiONFyP20PfVDiUqpywJGJHqLHU_cnsRqyTRzO2qPn4ly3JcYgBuILdS1Xgr02E94RTOUowk0nj03oiwu7bU1iqD4jJTot2KTqKoSSIHSn7DuKbdLBPuQHWlZw7vZLaYtSsPpDXQPx7EM/s1600/gaga+drawing.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqiONFyP20PfVDiUqpywJGJHqLHU_cnsRqyTRzO2qPn4ly3JcYgBuILdS1Xgr02E94RTOUowk0nj03oiwu7bU1iqD4jJTot2KTqKoSSIHSn7DuKbdLBPuQHWlZw7vZLaYtSsPpDXQPx7EM/s320/gaga+drawing.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483381264059058578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dum dum dummmm</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Said I would... although it's already been seen on facebook.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">If Lady G and I had babies, they would be <b>wonderful.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">That is all.</div>erinobambinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03045137427014950615noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964412291830167300.post-50197269501336819692010-06-15T12:00:00.001-07:002010-06-15T12:59:47.768-07:00MODEL??? ME???Today an actual REAL, HUMAN, PROPER, QUALIFIED, PORTFOLIO-DOING, AMAZING AND DID I MENTION <b>REAL </b>PICTURE-TAKING PHOTOGRAPHER decided they wanted to take pictures of me.<div><br /></div><div>YESSSSSS (said in that Primary School way; seeing how long you can hold on your 'ssssss') *Grasps air and pulls towards myself in a 'Get in there my saannn' fashion*</div><div><br /></div><div>So yeah... maybe I did have to beg this person... but either way she eventually gave in and realised if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.</div><div><br /></div><div>And VOILA, here I am... announcing my début into the modelling world!</div><div><br /></div><div>Kay..... so that's not gonna happen. In fact- there's little chance I'll even go to the shoot since I lack those pretty slips of paper with shiny silver bits on, often known as MONEY.</div><div><br /></div><div>Either way my fellow bloggers, my point of this post is blatant searching for love. <b>SO GIVE IT TO ME. </b></div><div><br /></div><div>... Please :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I will leave you with one of my latest shots...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Rif21Zpc0oEM4WwItwsGFhHD0Mc-9Nw6fxQbby1oMNGnkDd60scwvwAPpnwM8itDS5DCSiy5HoIEiCT5U_V0YDfPpuabDWPfTdfSIN43pl9i_8uOtlG9-f7Ajeiz0o5msqk-MLfozR_I/s320/tyra-banks.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483084352666027858" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">FIIIIEERRRRRCCCEEEEE!!!</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div>erinobambinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03045137427014950615noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964412291830167300.post-32951447528036275952010-06-03T04:12:00.001-07:002010-06-03T06:17:09.955-07:00Arrrr... t<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm feeling a little lonely in the blogging world.</div><div style="text-align: center;">So I'm gonna trust my art and hope it entices </div><div style="text-align: center;">you in ;) Hope you like!</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0QmoNWUY57N2SF1OLuDRS3TmejmumfV1VmUH0V236716wfi3ICXFKGqJTt0K8jW61fEGjaA2GDSqYyb02XRI14x-OpBZHUqKYuRDK-ZJ1g7fNJRVYsgEwOvbWnfbQm_Ih9GHG27Xt8SEQ/s320/5.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478505125032843570" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBPVTigm8w71iIDVTOke6NyOOZ6_Aw5L9zzKM0UJu_GRgyeJsg5ccCcPg1d5vNU0Te6KQ3QrXKj7Ip5a-SNrgsVlcGVek7ARqJcMBmEHXZsV0Hby8tjH57yDUn3X2NNMOBS3bVYbKt5YfJ/s320/4.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478504962091999074" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmdkf6_XT_2i_CMC7kUpOPAkl48USrVDHo1OGoQH48dmwEGYq-SlD9m8bLarF_vINXeTGMcrnYIXzdWH0zhbl6_nZcLifw-xKQap9j2wYqztt2GE9ci8XzPqOYm72YESIDeqaOkTb9JaYq/s320/3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478504720671629010" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTWR67Jd4629TbuqJcYrK3mOMPXOLLJ4G_0ifTTU7TDPX8qmA8KJsbm3vGmkm5vQOqOnfF6uSIBYHfjf6LXVIAMyJj6q7hczfeN2qXIhe5uZ0FONxK3iBgahEZiuNgNtgHZjvEQjt71CiA/s320/2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478504308179186594" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTp1bbksiQCwpz4gJgvEABowPic3CUZdyd0LWiZye1ZuwbZjWxHo1dZ25ietanxCxQnI45ogG3eg_57cqDTHSB6E3l7eSz3iPjN3PbHUaZQ3hDoIYPGKWorecVRgEH7X_zXE0UQRl7gGAc/s320/1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478504002435674818" />Some of these were 5/10 minute jobbies (the water colour baby), others (the top one, which I did a year and a bit ago) took FOREVER. Well, it felt like it anyway...<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Lemme know what you think - A brand SPANKIN new Gaga drawing will be up in due course ;)</div>erinobambinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03045137427014950615noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964412291830167300.post-20827630377523307712010-05-17T09:24:00.000-07:002010-05-17T09:35:19.043-07:00My face is tiredI had an absolutely ridi-coo-lous 4 hours sleep last night, and now my face, eyes and body are sensationally sleepy...<br /><br />But ANYWHO I shall use this as my excuse for neglecting my blog recently.<br />My entire TWO FOLLOWERS have been missing out on my wonders.. and for that I am <strong><em>TRULY</em></strong> sorry. (Don't worry you guys- I know you don't actually give a shit really, s'all cool)<br />Man, I'm lonely.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAgxSQwq9NKFdurCFbcqLQG4mlbvEvrxpswir6E2l3NruscrZ9X5P2mssAXB0qxyCBJ7HkmDZgdp7LP4cnIc-cM2gnDWj04Db2r3Hxd7YUcwMmWrxEUbVBVEw8l-UHtjtEZLOKrpTDGZm-/s1600/14.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472277483047734386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAgxSQwq9NKFdurCFbcqLQG4mlbvEvrxpswir6E2l3NruscrZ9X5P2mssAXB0qxyCBJ7HkmDZgdp7LP4cnIc-cM2gnDWj04Db2r3Hxd7YUcwMmWrxEUbVBVEw8l-UHtjtEZLOKrpTDGZm-/s320/14.jpg" /></a><br />I thought I'd add a pretty picture to liven this post up - you can't go wrong with a cute dog, right?<br /><br /><br /><br />I am so jealous of the lovely little minute fame that some people get for writing blogs.. but I guess theirs are unique, clever, witty.....<br /><br /><br />Fail to me.<br />Love to you... clever bitches.erinobambinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03045137427014950615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964412291830167300.post-47133907068614687202010-03-28T06:36:00.000-07:002010-03-28T13:14:40.919-07:00wishy wish listI want I want I want<br /><div>Of course never gets...<br />If I say I would like, I would like, I would like... would that make these beautiful things come to me any faster?</div><div><br /><br /></div><p>Today, kids - FURNITURE (: </p><p></p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453679634298245874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnktR-D2NfbN7lUblxDbyjHem9xctDPqvJIALvHIO9r0JzG5Hm6EWEAotcKJrOXLyfJPklV9Y6sJg5AKpNphvw-ytpmKdLSPcs3LdDk5gyOozz2MoHF1LHbEGFIf43Fu1YwX5zli6vkrPc/s320/8.png" /> I saw something similar to this in a shop recently- I sat on it for 10 minutes wishing it was mine. </p><p align="center">One good thing about Britain= We have the prettiest flag :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkcbAWlsGmojMAswkqEH5FzsylceRROniGVAg5ruUMO9Lbq1JL6LfxTowEk8al1IdrwgtaflWGHQ4ThEYJ1MwXGZjI59_4nLGstACtXISSbO296tSrKLfeffrq-d2VAqU10Xh8B9Ef4Uoa/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453679205236972178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkcbAWlsGmojMAswkqEH5FzsylceRROniGVAg5ruUMO9Lbq1JL6LfxTowEk8al1IdrwgtaflWGHQ4ThEYJ1MwXGZjI59_4nLGstACtXISSbO296tSrKLfeffrq-d2VAqU10Xh8B9Ef4Uoa/s320/6.jpg" /></a></p><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>It's so prreeettttyyyy</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453679444215524226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwujeeZZmrjHCnVqWPeRtJzTXk9r6VQC8abKa3cPSO1U6bWjD7mdNbVOSSPGSvplqCj7JjN9cvcmq9kGvhofg3mDcLXPasMl3xLKFMjIUbE9TxY_EWt8MXJpAeniDbIeOqCH3WsuNBesK-/s320/7.jpg" /><br /><p align="center">I love that this sofa is so controversial. </p><p align="center">You either love it or hate it. And I LOVE it. </p><p></p><p></p><p>I just stumbled across some of these beautiful creations on <a href="http://www.one-artsy-mama.blogspot.com/">http://www.one-artsy-mama.blogspot.com/</a></p><p>You can just imagine what my house will be like when I'm older- an eclectic mix of random different styles. People will run in fear when they see my multicoloured mix of furniture that looks like a unicorn threw up on my couch. Lavvv it :)</p>erinobambinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03045137427014950615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964412291830167300.post-40772068461940172722010-03-25T04:53:00.001-07:002010-03-28T06:52:34.945-07:00I feel like God today<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;">I realised something today about us as humans.<br />It's nothing big or special, but I think it's something we all do (especially school kids) these days.<br />I'm talking about when you do something insignificant... but you do it right. That is the coolest feeling - and for that tiny little second- you feel like God.<br />For example - when I woke up this morning I was horrified to find I'd left my phone downstairs D: So I couldn't check the time (I have a strict rule never to get up before 11am if I'm not doing anything for the day). Then came a stroke of genius (happens on very rare occasions for me)... I looked over to my skylight, and was able to predict what time it was by looking at the shado</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjffBCO9qfNHl9zcBKK-ED7t7fMeRE9XgT8eKy4n9UDwQlOytA8momBbUItahyphenhyphenQ5D9pzzC96Ek4ayEEwjjD7PlHUXgc4CiHovl7YMiwVWMqzhkF4bkwCHiYg9d5BqPq-fx4MHbDIgyRj6sB/s1600/ccc.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452541104932762754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjffBCO9qfNHl9zcBKK-ED7t7fMeRE9XgT8eKy4n9UDwQlOytA8momBbUItahyphenhyphenQ5D9pzzC96Ek4ayEEwjjD7PlHUXgc4CiHovl7YMiwVWMqzhkF4bkwCHiYg9d5BqPq-fx4MHbDIgyRj6sB/s320/ccc.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;">ws cast around my bedroom from my skylight... I guessed that it was somewhere between 11.30am and 12. So, I went downstairs, and would you Adam and Eve it? 11.45am. I felt like a freakin genius.<br />And that's what I'm talking about - those genius moments. Like in Maths when the teacher says you will be doing something difficult, but you get it straight away. Or something even more simple for me is when I pour a glass of coke and it is the perfect level, and I don't get foam all over the counter.<br /><br />Seems that I'm never impressed with myself if I do something important well - like get a good grade in an exam or get an award. I'm far more impresed if I can pour the perfect coke.</span>erinobambinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03045137427014950615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964412291830167300.post-14828085125471259302010-03-24T18:50:00.000-07:002010-03-28T06:52:12.476-07:00What beauts<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;">So! I found my prom dress... well, to be honest, I found it about 3 months ago. And yep - there's still 3 months until prom. BUT HEY a girl can never be too prepared, I mean, come on - it takes me half an hour to get ready to go to Tesco, so it's only natural that I prepare in advance.<br />My dress is lovely... (or so I'm trying to convince myself)- it's floor length(but drags nicely just enough behind), black, and c</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjori2eB-kfFWpw1iu_JpKEVUCD0_aR6LOmbqksUtGGg-O0NRaF7lTea2KVtIszaN3g_WTmawcV0qu_GBrOZQwXVOcRj6dSBljKkiLzHlgj_6BYR6qm64MV5uX8FjaCG0q1yOhIN7jVt7Ou/s1600/091508_rodarteshoe.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 271px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452383497228731218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjori2eB-kfFWpw1iu_JpKEVUCD0_aR6LOmbqksUtGGg-O0NRaF7lTea2KVtIszaN3g_WTmawcV0qu_GBrOZQwXVOcRj6dSBljKkiLzHlgj_6BYR6qm64MV5uX8FjaCG0q1yOhIN7jVt7Ou/s320/091508_rodarteshoe.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;">ompletely backless. It is beautiful- but it just doesn't feel RIGHT. I didn't gasp and gush and pee myself with excitement when I tried it on, but I just cannot afford a new dress. Dammit.<br /><br />To top it all off a girl in my school happens to have gone and got a ridiculously similar dress - what a whore (only joking of course(: )- after I described it to her. Except hers cost hundreds. That hurt. Ow (thought I'd add the sound effects for extra drama- I hope you understand my pain).<br /><br />But anyway, back to the point - If she is going to have a more gorgeous version of my dress - I WILL have the most awesome high heels possible. That's when I spotted those bad boys up there. There's no way in hell I could ever afford them, but I WILL find a way to have ones really similar. Granted- they may end up being from Primark, but I will adjust and tweak them in every way possible til they hold even the tiniest bit resemblence to those beauties.</span>erinobambinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03045137427014950615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964412291830167300.post-56325024796199481272010-03-24T18:43:00.000-07:002010-03-28T06:51:43.084-07:00Blogging virgin<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvoSrKEBvJd4AJgvIrAiD7dd_kaaQD9ntXlFDrVd9Leu86b9SPhfxoWOJchzQDI5dSnxJpDGNTGaht-YaVvyOiCy_VSdwyhJr8DLVk2uns8jnWw8Z_NmABuD-439z8Kq_afZEWW5zdiiTj/s1600/4.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 194px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452388424276253314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvoSrKEBvJd4AJgvIrAiD7dd_kaaQD9ntXlFDrVd9Leu86b9SPhfxoWOJchzQDI5dSnxJpDGNTGaht-YaVvyOiCy_VSdwyhJr8DLVk2uns8jnWw8Z_NmABuD-439z8Kq_afZEWW5zdiiTj/s320/4.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;">HOLA (:<br /></span><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;">I've got to say I panicked a little when I was asked to think of a blog name...<br />There are thousands of people around the world with blogs- how the hell do I make mine unique? And how do I make it represent me?<br />Messy mind was the first thing that came to me. Cos that's definately what I've got. Along with my statement messy hair ;)</span></div><br /><div><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;">Things in my life fly straight by me.. BIG things; important things. But.. the little things always seem to stick in my mind far more than the huge, life altering things... and that's good, right? </span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;">I intend to talk about the most random crap that comes into this messy mind of mine... as often as I can... It'll be my little escape to blurt out pointless life arguments (:<br /></span></div><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#9999ff;"><span style="color:#000000;">So yeah.. this is me.</span> </span><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#9999ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /></div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"></span>erinobambinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03045137427014950615noreply@blogger.com0