<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088</id><updated>2011-04-29T22:28:29.409Z</updated><title type='text'>♥ I write this knowing what to say to you ♥</title><subtitle type='html'>Ever wondered what goes on in the strange and wonderful minds of a teenage girl?
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Click it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nuctsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12469259826157813899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088.post-114036065209226717</id><published>2006-02-19T14:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-19T14:50:52.116Z</updated><title type='text'>Forgive me.</title><content type='html'>For not posting for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;This virus on my computer is very gay and I've had loads of things to think about.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Wales tomorrow, woooo.&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah, lots of things have happened.&lt;br /&gt;Too much to say [ Can't be bothered, got to tiday my room. ]&lt;br /&gt;But here, have a look at my new pets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="250" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://petswf.bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/swf/pig" width="250" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="clr=0xfb14c2&amp;cn=suzy&amp;amp;an=maura" bgcolor="ffffff" quality="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/"&gt;adopt your own virtual pet!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="250"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://petswf.bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/swf/hamster" width="250" height="300" quality="high" bgcolor="ffffff" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="clr=0xebb1fb&amp;amp;cn=sam&amp;amp;an=maura" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/"&gt;adopt your own virtual pet!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-114036065209226717?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/114036065209226717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=114036065209226717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/114036065209226717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/114036065209226717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/2006/02/forgive-me.html' title='Forgive me.'/><author><name>Nuctsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12469259826157813899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088.post-113943441546888768</id><published>2006-02-08T21:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-08T21:33:35.490Z</updated><title type='text'>Mm.</title><content type='html'>Yeah,w ell, sorry about teh whoel not posting thing.&lt;br /&gt;I had a major virus crisis on my computer.&lt;br /&gt;Totally messed shizz up.&lt;br /&gt;All gay and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Computers fine now.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Tuesday, I couldn't breath, well killed when I did.&lt;br /&gt;So I went to Dad's work and took loads fo picatures.&lt;br /&gt;All scream BORED.&lt;br /&gt;Lmfao.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine now&lt;br /&gt;Had a fasting blood test.&lt;br /&gt;Will find out the resutls in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Scuse the typos today, I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113943441546888768?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113943441546888768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113943441546888768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113943441546888768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113943441546888768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/2006/02/mm.html' title='Mm.'/><author><name>Nuctsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12469259826157813899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088.post-113873586326426679</id><published>2006-01-31T19:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-02T17:34:18.363Z</updated><title type='text'>My daily dose of randomness</title><content type='html'>Yesh, not a daily dose of medicine, drugs or even imagery but randomness.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Rachael made it up at the end of Geography when I opened her bag, stuck my hand in and went, "I want to feel your balls." [ Meaning the balls on her scarf in her bag, I'm not &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; much of a loony to do it when there are no balls in the bag, lmfao ]&lt;br /&gt;And then I felt her tits.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113873586326426679?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113873586326426679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113873586326426679&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113873586326426679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113873586326426679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-daily-dose-of-randomness.html' title='My daily dose of randomness'/><author><name>Nuctsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12469259826157813899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088.post-113857377428906545</id><published>2006-01-29T22:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-29T22:29:34.353Z</updated><title type='text'>Hm, yeah.</title><content type='html'>This time tomorrow, my life will have changed.&lt;br /&gt;For the better, probably.&lt;br /&gt;I sent an email to my parents [ weak way out, I know ] asking for them to book an appointment for the doctors for me, explaining the diabetes thing.&lt;br /&gt;So, this time next week, I'll know whether the past few months have been me being stupid or me being really &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; stupid for ignoring it.&lt;br /&gt;- Shrugs -&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it'll be a relief.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113857377428906545?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113857377428906545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113857377428906545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113857377428906545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113857377428906545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/2006/01/hm-yeah.html' title='Hm, yeah.'/><author><name>Nuctsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12469259826157813899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088.post-113813594504607860</id><published>2006-01-24T20:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-24T20:52:25.193Z</updated><title type='text'>PSM!</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm so hyper and happY!!&lt;br /&gt;School was crap, talking about options all day but then, I came home, took Maeve to Rainbows [ skippity skippity skip ] came back, lozzed, ate, went upstairs, turned on the computer, went downstairs and did stuff, came up and GUESS WHO WAS ON MSN.&lt;br /&gt;MY AHF!!&lt;br /&gt;My beautyful, beautyful sex goddess of the WORLD AHF!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited about that, lmfao, Ahf is my sex goddess, we are ficwhores together.&lt;br /&gt;\m/ &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;And then, then, THEN, the hott guy I added on MSN late december last year who I tried to speak to before but he never answered, he SPOKE to me.&lt;br /&gt;And we were talking.&lt;br /&gt;And OH MY GOD, we were SO fucking flirting.&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooo so happY!&lt;br /&gt;Sounds ghey 'cause it's only MSN, right?&lt;br /&gt;Well, so WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;Everything else in my life's going shit, this is so great&lt;br /&gt;I'm sof ucking happy!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113813594504607860?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113813594504607860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113813594504607860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113813594504607860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113813594504607860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/2006/01/psm.html' title='PSM!'/><author><name>Nuctsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12469259826157813899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088.post-113784825931872904</id><published>2006-01-21T12:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-21T12:57:39.373Z</updated><title type='text'>What do you want me to say?</title><content type='html'>I love baths.&lt;br /&gt;Nice relaxing baths..&lt;br /&gt;Well, last night, I got home, turned on the TV, watched Hollyoaks [ Mum's friend was on it doing the Maxercise.. ] ate a subway and then I went upstairs and spent the next few hours in a nice relaxing bath. Music on, pepsi max and creme egg by the side of me..just lying there, daydreaming.&lt;br /&gt;I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;And I bloody well deserved it after the past week.&lt;br /&gt;And then I went to bed and fell asleep just after 7.&lt;br /&gt;Great night's sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113784825931872904?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113784825931872904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113784825931872904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113784825931872904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113784825931872904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-do-you-want-me-to-say.html' title='What do you want me to say?'/><author><name>Nuctsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12469259826157813899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088.post-113774116414394074</id><published>2006-01-20T07:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-20T07:12:44.156Z</updated><title type='text'>Yeah.</title><content type='html'>Well.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I've not posted for a week again.&lt;br /&gt;Busy week and not all good.&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you later..&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113774116414394074?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113774116414394074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113774116414394074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113774116414394074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113774116414394074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/2006/01/yeah.html' title='Yeah.'/><author><name>Nuctsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12469259826157813899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088.post-113717910108332813</id><published>2006-01-13T18:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-13T19:05:01.106Z</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't posted in almost a week but some days I couldn't be bothered, others it'd tell me there's an error with the cookies in my server [ I ate them ] and if it took too long to load, I'd give up and switch over to Pandora.&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well, SO much has happened this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 1 ] Started Irish Dancing. There were some people I remembered and some I didn't and I went over my beginners Reel and then it hit me how unfit I was =P But, argh, oh my god, apart from the different location, I felt like I was ten again, starting it all over [ 'Cept the process being quicker with me already knowing the steps, lmao. ] Maevey went and she had a ball and our shoes came on Wednesday so, yay, I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 2 ] Maevey started Rainbows. Very, very cute. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 3 ] Went back to drama. So many more newbies and I think those of us who have been there since [ to quote Martin ] year 'dot' scared them slightly [ especially Molly =P ] 'cause we were chattering away and yelling and stuffs at the start in a corner and the new ones were sitting on the chairs looking like 0.O Haha. Well, we did this one game where someone had to be in the middle [ I was with Keiron and Jade ] and the one in the middle had to fall forwards and fall into the person infront of them and then fall backwards into the person behind them. Tis a trust game. Well, I started off in the middle and it was great [ I'm good at trust games. Lmao, once on a school trip, I got dropped 'cause I entirely trusted the person behind me, lmfao. ] it felt so strange, like you were on some weird seesaw. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 4 ] Went back to ensemble. No Alex this week [ just 'cause, she says ] but it was a great laugh. Rachel, my cousin, has started with the oboe as well. I can't remember what was funny, I just remember it being funny, lmfao. All of us, at least once, managed to get a dig at Ryan, lmfao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 5 ] School photos today. I smiled all wrong and tis Friday the 13th so I know it's going to be bad. Worse than last year? Impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 6 ] - Screams - Dad says that in principle, he would let me go to the &lt;a href="http://www.giveitaname.co.uk/"&gt;Give It A Name Tour&lt;/a&gt; '06 on the Sunday 30th of April at the &lt;a href="http://www.men-arena.com/"&gt;MEN Arena&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.purevolume.com/panicatthedisco"&gt;Panic! At The Disco&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.purevolume.com/mychemicalromance"&gt;My Chemical Romance&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.purevolume.com/paramore"&gt;Paramore&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.purevolume.com/underoath"&gt;Underoath&lt;/a&gt; and other bands will be performing there and as long as I've got somebody to go with for definite, he's got no objections. Just got to try and get through mum first.. [ And &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; the tickets have sold out.. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my week, basically.&lt;br /&gt;Woooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113717910108332813?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113717910108332813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113717910108332813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113717910108332813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113717910108332813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/2006/01/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Nuctsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12469259826157813899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088.post-113648679270524260</id><published>2006-01-05T18:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:46:32.716Z</updated><title type='text'>Ahoy thar, I'm a pirate. Aharr.</title><content type='html'>Yes.&lt;br /&gt;I got my Merry Christmas present off Rachael today.&lt;br /&gt;I did hers with a random tree on with random phrases but she out-randomed me with a pass-the-parcel type thing.&lt;br /&gt;So I shalt begin to plan on how to out-random Rachael on her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I do have ideas, but I cannot say for the Rachael sometimes visits this blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;Mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;And - Gasp - guess who be going back to Irish Dancing on Monday after practically two years???&lt;br /&gt;You guessed it, yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;And I shalt be taking the Maeve-meister with me as well.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead glad I'm doing the Duke of Edinburgh.&lt;br /&gt;Without it I would be digital camera-less and the thought of going back to Irish Dancing would be just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113648679270524260?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113648679270524260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113648679270524260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113648679270524260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113648679270524260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/2006/01/ahoy-thar-im-pirate-aharr.html' title='Ahoy thar, I&apos;m a pirate. Aharr.'/><author><name>Nuctsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12469259826157813899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088.post-113640973828952918</id><published>2006-01-04T21:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-04T21:22:18.303Z</updated><title type='text'>HALF A DEDICATION.</title><content type='html'>To bird-boy, Dame.&lt;br /&gt;- Flaps -&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113640973828952918?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113640973828952918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>DEDICATION.</title><content type='html'>I dedicate this post to Rachael; my gorgeous EYE RAPE random friend.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113640911255332448?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113640911255332448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113640911255332448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113640911255332448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113640911255332448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;I actually made a blend of stuff about me and I'll post it up later.&lt;br /&gt;Not now.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'll give you some lyrics instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maintain consciousness &lt;/em&gt;by &lt;em&gt;Relient K&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our concentration it contains a deadly flaw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our conversations change from words to blah, blah blah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we took prescription drugs but look how much good that did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well I think I had a point, but I just got distracted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lately it just seems to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like we've got the letters A.D.D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;branded into our mentality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we simply can't focus on anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because its17, 18, 19 routine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and here at 23 it's the same old me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that one thing of the moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that we all happen to like will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only very temporarily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kinda break the cycle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of the double edged sword&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of being lazy and being bored&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we just want more and more and more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till it's all we can afford&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to keep our eyes open for just one more day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to keep on hoping that we'll stumble on a way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to keep our minds open for just one more day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause its completely up to us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to maintain consciousness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well no one can possibly listen to this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more than 4 reps is just monotonous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we're losing interest, losing interest, losing interest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because its17, 18, 19 routine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and here at 23 it's the same old me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that one thing of the moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that we all happen to like will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only very temporarily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kinda break the cycle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of the double edged sword&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of being lazy and being bored&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we just want more and more and more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till it's all we can afford&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to keep our eyes open for just one more day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to keep on hoping that we'll stumble on a way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to keep our minds open for just one more day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause its completely up to us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to maintain consciousness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to keep our eyes open for just one more day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to keep on hoping that we'll stumble on a way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to keep our minds open for just one more day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause its completely up to us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to maintain consciousness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113631195263114810?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088.post-113624051460544990</id><published>2006-01-02T22:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-02T22:21:54.623Z</updated><title type='text'>Sam and Eva.</title><content type='html'>Not much to say today so I'll post a bit of my story instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sam.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eva is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Not just the normal “Oh, My, God, she’s hot, let’s bed her!” beautiful or, “Jesus, I want her looks!” beautiful. In fact, to look at her, you’d think she was a bit plain but I beg to differ. There are too many supermodel wannabe’s with perfect hair and hourglass figures but I would pick Eva over them any day. Her beauty is not just her waist-length blonde hair or her bright green eyes or the way she dresses in whatever grabs her fancy. Her beauty also comes from within. Her witty but helpful attitude makes you feel loved and her smile...you can’t describe her smile. It’s like a smile from an angel and it’s very infectious. She smiles all the time and she could light up a room whenever she walks in. I can’t remember the last time I saw her cry, she does it so rarely even though crying is the only way to separate her from spirits from above. Find an angel who goes red, blotchy and puffy when they cry and I’ll take that back. She doesn’t go red or blotchy at first but her eyes fill up with water, magnifying the blueness until she looks like some kind of anime character and then the tears just roll down her face in the most beautiful fashion. It’s almost as if they were synchronised and choreographed. And then she goes blemished, which amuses me no end.&lt;br /&gt; Eva isn’t perfect though, oh no. She has her faults and she isn’t very bright but her gorgeousness outshines all her bad qualities. I’m not trying to say she is perfect but if there was a perfect being, it would be Eva. I would describe her to be – in true Mary Poppins style - Practically Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;And she’s all mine.&lt;br /&gt;By saying that, I don’t mean it in a, “She’s my girlfriend, hands off!” way seeing as she’d need to be my girlfriend first for me to be able to say that and I don’t mean it in a, “She’s my precious girly, don’t touch, she’s fragile! Argh! Get your grubby fingers off her! She’ll break into a million pieces! Right, now you’ve done it. Out comes the bubble wrap...” kind of way either. I mean that she’s mine in the sense that I know more things about her than anyone else does seeing as she’s been my best friend for so long, I can’t remember. My mother and her mother struck up a friendship in the pre-natal ward and my mother attempted to help her mother, Julie-Anne, through post-natal depression. Just as things were looking up, Julie-Anne left Eva with my mum and disappeared. She’s presumed dead but there’s no body or death certificate. Eva’s been in care since she was a baby because, although Mum considers Eva to be like a daughter to her, she can’t afford to look after the both of us. I remember once, I think I was about seven, Eva went to live in the town nearby and Mum went to all the trouble of moving house just to be near her. I appreciate that because it means that whatever happens, I know that Eva will always be close to me and I know that Eva definitely appreciates it as with all the inconstancies in her life, she knew that my mother and I would be by her side forever. Well, I would. I love Eva. She’s my angel and I’m hers and I’m lost without her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-reading the bit I’d written, I sighed. It wasn’t my best piece of writing. I’d tried to keep it short and sweet but to capture the essence of love and friendship was difficult. I cracked my knuckles and sighed. Hearing a noise from the doorway, I snapped the notebook shut and looked up.&lt;br /&gt;“What are you writing?” Eva asked, walking in with a glass of water. She looked livelier today.&lt;br /&gt;“Nothing.” I clambered up and hugged her, “You look better. Been taking your medication?”&lt;br /&gt;Eva rolled her eyes, “You know damn well I haven’t.” She pulled away from the embrace and turned her computer volume up. Tom DeLonge’s voice filled my ears.&lt;br /&gt;“Not meaning to lecture but you really should take them.”&lt;br /&gt;“You are lecturing!”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry but I worry about you, Eva. You’re ill and you’re not taking the pills the doctor gave you simply because you’re too stubborn to-” I stopped, realising that Eva wasn’t with me; she was staring deep into the wallpaper behind me with the glint in her eye that told me she had an idea. I clapped my hands; the short, sharp sound breaking the silence and Eva’s reverie.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m bored, let’s go out.” She jumped up, tugging my hand like an impatient toddler.&lt;br /&gt;“But the doctor said-”&lt;br /&gt;“Fuck that, Sam; he only wants me to conform. I refuse to conform. Besides, the pills make me even more ill.”&lt;br /&gt;“Eva, you’re being stupid. He wants you to get better and if they make you worse, tell him and he’ll prescribe new ones.”&lt;br /&gt;“Come on!” she insisted, pulling me out of the room, “Life’s too short to worry about these sorts of things, I’m fine!”&lt;br /&gt;“You’ve left your computer on.” I reminded her and she let go of my hand to run into her room and shut her computer down.&lt;br /&gt;“Isn’t life too short for that kind of thing?” I mocked her as she turned her screen off.&lt;br /&gt;“Sam.” She whined, “You’ve got to think for the future generations as well. If everybody took that attitude, anarchy would reign.”&lt;br /&gt;“Isn’t that what you want?”&lt;br /&gt;“Not total anarchy, we need some order in the world.” She sighed and rolled her eyes, “Honestly, do you ever listen?”&lt;br /&gt;I smiled to myself, not bothering to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story but not a romance. A story about the love of friendship and the stresses it whethers and how, to quote Relient K, the end will justify the pain it took to get us there.&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113624051460544990?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113624051460544990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113624051460544990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113624051460544990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113624051460544990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088.post-113571451447314661</id><published>2005-12-27T20:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-27T20:15:14.520Z</updated><title type='text'>Here I am..with my temporarily-straight gay hair..</title><content type='html'>Well, yes, Christmas has been and gone.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas for me is a havoc filled day with family, presents, even more family, a couple more presents and a little bit more family in there..&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;This year, I got all sorts and there's still some to come from my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I got some &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/419/1831/1600/DSCF0785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/419/1831/320/DSCF0785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;earrings, toenail painting stuff, bag for my camera, chocolates and stuff like that and...some straighteners!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, my hair is now straight, as you can see &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/419/1831/1600/DSCF0811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/419/1831/200/DSCF0811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;from the pictures of the side of my head [ No face ones yet =P ]&lt;br /&gt;With help from my cousin Catherine's GHD's but now she's done my hair and given me some tips, I can do it myself!&lt;br /&gt;Yaay!&lt;br /&gt;AND..and and AND..I'm going to caff on Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;Wooo!&lt;br /&gt;I love the Festive period sometimes &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Well, most of the time, actually..&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;Love xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113571451447314661?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088.post-113545395469408219</id><published>2005-12-24T19:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-24T19:52:34.710Z</updated><title type='text'>It's Christmas eve and I've only wrapped two fucking presents..</title><content type='html'>Oh yess, Christmas eve.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow be the day of present giving and spending time with my family, most of whom I don't see over the next twelve months.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired, though.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at about ten to go to Gran's and finish off my present for Grandma, then at about twelve, Dad took me back home and me, Mum, Luke, Patrick and Maeve walked round standish doing the present rounds.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Granny and Grandpa's and then came home at about six.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm absolutely fucking exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;Not been able to sleep properly for the past two days and it's doing me in.&lt;br /&gt;Not really in the Christmassy mood either [ shock, horror ] which is a good thing, in a way, 'cause it means I won't be up half the night in excitement.&lt;br /&gt;It's so strange, not even the presents under the tree are enough to excite me.&lt;br /&gt;Hm, we'll see tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'd better go.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a room to tidy, bed sheets to put on and then sleep to catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to you all.&lt;br /&gt;- Waves -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113545395469408219?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113545395469408219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113545395469408219&amp;isPopup=true' 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type='html'>I'll carry on trying to make my bloggeth as pretty as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty, pretty, pretty..&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it is almost christmas, afterall..&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113511527585812480?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113511527585812480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113511527585812480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113511527585812480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113511527585812480'/><link rel='alternate' 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And the forcast, I know, is that I'll be depressed..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't fucking need stress from them right now, I'm fucked up enough at the moment as it is anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I could fucking have diabetes but none of them [ except Chris. I told him 'cause I thought he'd be nice to me. But no. ] know 'cause I don't feel like I fucking trust them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I just want for all of this to end..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Screams -&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, however, it's Alex's birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen, woo.&lt;br /&gt;\m/&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113509620094665755?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113509620094665755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113509620094665755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113509620094665755'/><link 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though, 'cause Dad had a race this morning so I had to walk and take picatures and then as soon as we got to the Hesketh Arms, I got into the car and Mum drove me to Wigan where I met Alex.&lt;br /&gt;Alex had her hair straightened y'day, though, and dyed so I saw her at first and I was like, "Is that Alex or not..?" and I walked past and was waiting for her to turn round and when she did, I was like, "Oh Heya!" =D&lt;br /&gt;So we walked round, talked, ate [ well, Alex did ] bought stuff and walked round and talked, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;Then, at about four, we left eachother and I went home.&lt;br /&gt;Alex was meant to be coming home with me [ I even tidied my room for the occasion =P ] but she was ill and her mum wasn't even going to let her go to Wigan with me but I wasn't on MSN this morning so Alex was like, "I can't just leave her, Mum." so she was allowed to go.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;But then I was like, "Well, you can come round some other time.." - Wicked cackle -&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113492602416060952?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113492602416060952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113492602416060952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113492602416060952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113492602416060952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/2005/12/in-land-snow-is-glistening.html' title='In the land, snow is glistening..'/><author><name>Nuctsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12469259826157813899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088.post-113475370104895249</id><published>2005-12-16T16:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-16T17:21:42.080Z</updated><title type='text'>EYE RAPE</title><content type='html'>Yayyy&lt;br /&gt;Wee&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;Random days.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had my concert with my ensemble.&lt;br /&gt;I got onto the stage, right, and even though it's like my gazillionth one, I was shaking and thinking, "Aah crap, I'm going to fuck this up!"&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't, YAY.&lt;br /&gt;I took my camera to the rehearsal and got lots of picatures of Alex who is a POSER.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I was singing Fuck A Dog all day y'day too.&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;I just went to Bethany, "I..want to fuck a dog in the ass." and started dancing and she was like =&lt;br /&gt;Then I said to to Mark and we started singing it.&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS NO PIRATE, THAT WAS YOUR SISTER!!&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;I've got pretty pretty ribbons.&lt;br /&gt;Lmao, I had one as a belt and I went, "Muuum, I've lost the green ribbon." then looked down and went, "Oh, doesn't matter."&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and Rachael broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;=O&lt;br /&gt;I walked into the house and went, "Mum, I've broken my heart, get the iron out."&lt;br /&gt;And mum went, "Oh Dear."&lt;br /&gt;And I went, "Yeah, Rachael did it."&lt;br /&gt;It's one of them bead ones you iron together to make.&lt;br /&gt;Then I got home and made definite arrangements for Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Yaaay.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a list of what I'm going to get everyone..&lt;br /&gt;I made it in PE 'cause we didn't properly have PE, we went up to science instead, right.&lt;br /&gt;I was like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/419/1831/1600/DSCF0274.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, what should I get everyone?&lt;br /&gt;[ Guess who the poser is? =P ]&lt;br /&gt;But I finally asked people and made my decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/419/1831/1600/DSCF0274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/419/1831/320/DSCF0274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jade&lt;/strong&gt; is getting some earrings from internacionale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jess&lt;/strong&gt; is going to get a random, pretty pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beth&lt;/strong&gt; is going to get some toe socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get &lt;strong&gt;Rachael&lt;/strong&gt; some matchsticks&lt;a href="http://www.foreignpolicy.com/issue_novdec_2003/matchsticks.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" height="296" alt="" src="http://www.foreignpolicy.com/issue_novdec_2003/matchsticks.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and write 'Random' and 'Sex' all over it.&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melissa&lt;/strong&gt; will be getting some black and random shag bands off me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a clue about &lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;Lou&lt;/strong&gt; yet, I'll have to ask them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm getting my &lt;strong&gt;Mummy&lt;/strong&gt; some slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to come and tidy my room now, though, if Alex is coming over.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you, Alex.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yess, and I have the opticians tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;At eleven.&lt;br /&gt;Yay..&lt;br /&gt;Pfft, stuff the tidying of the room, I'm going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;See you&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113475370104895249?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113475370104895249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113475370104895249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113475370104895249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113475370104895249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/2005/12/eye-rape.html' title='EYE RAPE'/><author><name>Nuctsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12469259826157813899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088.post-113441871843328026</id><published>2005-12-12T19:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-12T20:27:29.646Z</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, you love me, and that consumes me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/419/1831/1600/DSCF0174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/419/1831/200/DSCF0174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooo.&lt;br /&gt;Finally got my camera!&lt;br /&gt;Took it into school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amy's belt&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And also some of tree planting.&lt;br /&gt;Mum woke me up yesterday going, "Wake up, get up, we're going tree planting." &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/419/1831/1600/DSCF0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/419/1831/200/DSCF0088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like o.o &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me and Maevey planted an oak, though. &gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/419/1831/1600/DSCF0079.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/419/1831/200/DSCF0079.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"What does that white stuff actually &lt;em&gt;smell&lt;/em&gt; like..?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, Maevey looking like the lad off the drugs advert.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'Cept she's a girl..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, I be off now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm so fucking tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll post more picatures tomorrow maybe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm making no promises..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;=P xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113441871843328026?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088.post-113406308048745276</id><published>2005-12-08T17:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-08T17:31:20.496Z</updated><title type='text'>- Dances -</title><content type='html'>Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda kinda ever so slightly hyper.&lt;br /&gt;Spent the past week being ill.&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;But the presents..OH, the presents &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I FUCKING LOVE MY RELIENT K ALBUM AND EP.&lt;br /&gt;\m/&lt;br /&gt;I fucking bum Relient K.&lt;br /&gt;Check them out, NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.purevolume.com/relientk"&gt;Clickety click&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck yeah, I'm loving it.&lt;br /&gt;You can listen to their Apathetic EP on &lt;a href="http://musicgalore.net"&gt;musicgalore.net&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Click on 'R' on the Realplayer options and find 'Relient K - Apathetic EP.'&lt;br /&gt;It's fucking awesomeeee.&lt;br /&gt;- Spazzes -&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113406308048745276?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113406308048745276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113406308048745276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113406308048745276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113406308048745276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/2005/12/dances.html' title='- Dances -'/><author><name>Nuctsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12469259826157813899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088.post-113374507152266259</id><published>2005-12-05T00:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-05T01:11:11.536Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday to me..</title><content type='html'>Okay, so yeah..&lt;br /&gt;It's the fifth of December, right, so technically tis my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I was born at about 2am so it won't be technically technically my birthday until about an hour's time if you want to be pedantic.&lt;br /&gt;But, still.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't feel like my birthday yet simply because I haven't slept yet.&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking exhausted but my ill little body won't let me rest.&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't want to spend tonight like last night, in a delirious, feverish night of insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;So I've spent most of the time reading.&lt;br /&gt;But apart from not being able to sleep, I don't feel too bad actually.&lt;br /&gt;No headaches.&lt;br /&gt;No dizziness.&lt;br /&gt;Almost better.&lt;br /&gt;'Part from the fact that I think my nose is training for a marathon and my body training for a marathon of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Aah, yes, the joys of teenagerdom and there's still a lot where this came from.&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just sit here eating my white maltesers [ until I feel too ill then I have to save them for half an hour or so.. =P ] and reading my book and talking to the two people online on MSN until I feel like my body will be nice enough to say to me, "Hey, I'll let you go to sleep now. Happy birthday!"&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, at least one good thing has come out of me being ill; Mum's written a note to my PE teacher basically telling her that I was ill and am too frail to do PE or take my kit in. So it's not too bad 'cause I would have had to carry my PE kit and clarinet around all day otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;At least now I have compensation for having such shitty lessons; a free period.&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113374507152266259?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113374507152266259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113374507152266259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113374507152266259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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barely stomach anything and the things I can, I can't eat 'cause I had my braces tightened on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the joys.&lt;br /&gt;Went to sleep at about half six yesterday then woke up and spent the next eight or so hours tossing and turning in a delirious, feverish insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;Being ill is so great sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Harry Potter today.&lt;br /&gt;It was all very strange 'cause I've been walking round the weekend in a dreamlike state and everything's all very strange and weird to me at the moment so Harry Potter, being all very strange and weird anyway just screwed my head up.&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;Must go, and do the music project we've had since September.&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;M x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113372264400785422?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088.post-113354853397115180</id><published>2005-12-02T18:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-02T18:35:34.223Z</updated><title type='text'>Honestly..</title><content type='html'>Today at school was crappy.&lt;br /&gt;Mates being bitchy, etc, and everyone just pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;I got bored by the end of lunchtime.&lt;br /&gt;About half way through, I needed to cry but then I just got bored of all the bitchiness.&lt;br /&gt;Josh was calling me so I slapped him.&lt;br /&gt;He slapped me back.&lt;br /&gt;He then got Tahlia to slap me.&lt;br /&gt;I slapped her back and she got pissed off at me and I told her that she couldn't slap someone without being slapped back and she yelled at me, "SO WHY DOES THAT EXCLUDE YOU?!" and stormed off and I was like, "What the fuck..I got slapped the most here.."&lt;br /&gt;After school I went to the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;He put some spacky elastics in my brace and put a new wire in at the top.&lt;br /&gt;Tis going to be difficult to play the clarinet with this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to slot it into my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;I've got to stay home and babysit Luke.&lt;br /&gt;the joys.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113354853397115180?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113354853397115180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113354853397115180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113354853397115180'/><link rel='self' 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is my birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait until my birthday now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Sex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113347719633059667?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113347719633059667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113347719633059667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113347719633059667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113347719633059667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/2005/12/woooo_01.html' 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type='html'>I'm tired and bored.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Bethany sold all our sweets and cakes today.&lt;br /&gt;We raised over £25 already and Dad's going to get some more Rainbow Dust 'cause they sell like..Rainbow Dust.&lt;br /&gt;People love them.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Bethany got mobbed at break and then we went to assembly and came back to form in IDP and got mobbed then and they disappeared within about five/ten minutes of that so it only took us half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Easy money.&lt;br /&gt;And all for charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113329669972960091?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113329669972960091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>It snowed today!&lt;br /&gt;Started a little bit at about eight.&lt;br /&gt;Then in English, it started aLOT.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was staring out the window and miss yelled at us  'cause we're doing the speech on 9/11 that Bush made after it.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went out and walked to Art and a few lads were late 'cause they were chucking snowballs and then they got sent to the offices 'cause they'd been chucking snowballs.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeha, and miss did a seating plan in Art, the joys, but I walk around just like I usually do.&lt;br /&gt;At least we don't have miss crappy houghton like the last two years.&lt;br /&gt;And then we went out and did stuff then we went to science then it was lunch and that was when the fun began.&lt;br /&gt;I accidently 'forgot' to go to the gay clarinet trio and decided that being snowballed by Josh, Sean, Danny, Tom and others was far more fun.&lt;br /&gt;And it was.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Josh hit me twice - Yeah, whatever! He missed every time. - but the others hit me lots.&lt;br /&gt;It was very funny.&lt;br /&gt;On the walk home, I told Danny that he was a bitch for chucking the snowballs at me and making me cold and he didn't see how that made him a bitch so I shrugged and told him to shoosh. Details, details..&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much else happened.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Melissa's talking to me now.&lt;br /&gt;We started talking about bras in form and now all is forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;Lmfao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113320403099907429?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113320403099907429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113320403099907429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113320403099907429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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time I got other stuff which I didn't ask for but really really appreciate anyway.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;Me and dad were looking at digital cameras in costco but they cost too much so Dad's going to look on the net.&lt;br /&gt;I've been asleep for about three hours 'cause I went to bed at 6 but my room was too hot so I woke up at half nine then read a whole book.&lt;br /&gt;\m/&lt;br /&gt;Private Peaceful, it's dead sad, made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm now chatting to Alex about religions and eating a costco mince pie.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113313535123497018?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113313535123497018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Oh god, all this time, I needed you..</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;Tired.&lt;br /&gt;Headachy.&lt;br /&gt;But okay.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;We're going to the new Subway in Standish as a treat.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Not much good happened today.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, not much bad did either.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Ben &lt;3 from Drama gave me the best bit of hope I could have asked for on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Then I came home and got told I was going to the conway center.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Then Alex said she will check her calendar for if she has anything on for my b'day party.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113293535758046388?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088.post-113269185014932860</id><published>2005-11-22T20:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-22T20:53:36.466Z</updated><title type='text'>Bleaurgh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/depression.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="182" alt="" src="http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/depression.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you will know what it's like to be a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;You know how it feels when you're growing so fast and you're kinda like walking into things and tripping up all the time 'cause you're not used to your body and everything's trying to connect and everything?&lt;br /&gt;Well, imagine life as a path.&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I'm walking down this path of life and I'm in this awkward teenagy stage of tripping up and walking into things.&lt;br /&gt;And it's not good.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, I don't know why I'm tripping up and everything's so confusing and I'm just really confused and lost at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113269185014932860?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113269185014932860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113269185014932860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113269185014932860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113269185014932860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/2005/11/bleaurgh.html' title='Bleaurgh.'/><author><name>Nuctsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12469259826157813899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088.post-113252068262431021</id><published>2005-11-20T21:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-20T21:04:42.633Z</updated><title type='text'>Everything has fallen to pieces..</title><content type='html'>I'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;You know when you get full and you feel happy and warm and lovely and tired and content?&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy like that.&lt;br /&gt;It's a brilliant feeling.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113252068262431021?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113252068262431021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113252068262431021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113252068262431021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113252068262431021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/2005/11/everything-has-fallen-to-pieces.html' title='Everything has fallen to pieces..'/><author><name>Nuctsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12469259826157813899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088.post-113249137058814151</id><published>2005-11-20T12:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-22T20:44:40.980Z</updated><title type='text'>Fog Picatures.</title><content type='html'>I saw the fog last night and I thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- GASP - CAMERA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took some prettyful pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/MVC-742L.JPG&lt;br /&gt;[2] http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/MVC-743L.JPG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113249137058814151?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088.post-113244159293379796</id><published>2005-11-19T22:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-19T23:06:33.026Z</updated><title type='text'>=0 Fog..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onclick="window.open('http://www.pcplanets.com/mp.php?id=34086','','height=765,width=756,scrollbars=no,resizable=no')" href="#"&gt;Helena by My Chemical Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought it was high time for another music video on here.&lt;br /&gt;This time tis Helena by My Chemical Romance and it pops up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much went on today.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Gran's, did some arts and crafts stuff before a crowd came after Wigan Athletic vs Arsenal.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088.post-113233383118112527</id><published>2005-11-18T17:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-18T17:10:31.193Z</updated><title type='text'>Merrh.</title><content type='html'>Shit, shit, shit day at school.&lt;br /&gt;Shitty shitty shitty.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it all started off in second period, PE, and we were doing Irish Dancing except I was in a group with Meilssa, Nikki and Louise and Melissa was all like, "Let's not do anything." and sat down which annoyed me slightly 'cause, I dunno if you know this or not but I used to go to Irish Dancing and I used to enjoy it but then it moved so I never went anymore and so the only time I can do it now is in PE, if you get me. But Melissa was just sitting down or walking off with other people and I wanted to do the dancing, which we were supposed to do in our group. So I did do my own little thing in bits and pieces. But then miss paired us up with another group and we had to perform and then evaluate theirs. But we didn't 'cause somehow, someone from their group moved to our group and everyone was arguing. And I just got more and more pissed off and by the time we went off to get changed, I was almost crying. So then I get changed and walk to round to where Mark hangs out, near maths 'cause I couldn't handle going to the benches 'cause I didn't want to face Melissa just yet.&lt;br /&gt;It was there when I was told that we had science homework and I asked Jack if I could copy and he was being such a bitch and going no, there's not enough time, etc. So I tried taking it out of his bag and he took his bag off me and I leaned against the wall and stared off into space. Bethany walks up then asks me what was wrong and I just started crying in anger and frustration so she gives me a hug and we walk up to science, me telling her what's happened. But she gets the wrong idea and goes off on one, saying how Melissa's trying to change me, etc. and how she's trying to make me do stuff that's not me and I just tell her about some times that if I don't want to do something, Melissa calls me a nerd or whatever and tries to pressure me into stuff. Then we go into Science and I just spend the lesson trying not to cry but it was okay 'cause we had barely any written work, it was mainly practical using small seesaws and stuff so I just fiddled with the weights.&lt;br /&gt;Lunchtime comes around and I first go to near maths but everyone was being all cheerful and happy and I couldn't be arsed so I walk round to the benches and just say hello to everyone and Melissa just avoids me 'cause Rachael and Jess went to have a 'word' with her when I started crying so they fucked things up But Nikki comes up to me and is like, "I'm sorry for taking Melissa away from you." and I'm like, "I never said that, I don't think you are at all." and she was like, "Well, that's what I thought." and I was like, "Nope." but then I went to the Roundabout and Joe was talking to Laurence there and I just tagged along and Joe was like, "Why have you fallen out with Melissa?" [ A popular question today. ] which he worked out 'cause I was being quiet and I was without her. So I go into the burger bar and I almost buy something when I see that there are no healthy veggie sandwiches [ As per usual. ] so I go with Nikki and Amy and talk to them whilst they're eating and then Amy went and Burtha came and we sat down and talked but then I left them and ended up just drifting from person to person; roundabout to the benches to near maths. And Melissa was walking round with Daniel being all happy and cheerful and, well, like she usually is, and not even looking my way. Fourth period was Geography which was good; a whole hour without Melissa. But Rachael was asking me why we'd fallen out, etc. so I explained it to her. Last period, however, was drama and we had to go into groups of five and ours had me, Melissa, Bethany, Jade and Jess [ Rachael's in another form. ] and Melissa and Jade and Jess spent all lesson just gossiping and bitching when we were supposed to be acting and when miss came up to us and asked us what we'd done, Melissa went, "We're discussing it." Like fuck we were. Unless Axl Rose suddenly decided to come into our form for some reason.. And Bethany told miss that and miss was like, "you've got five minutes, start something." So Jade and Melissa decided to be Siamese twins even though there was enough characters from the sheet to go around and it wasn't part of the story and they told me and Beth to chill out, they were just messing about.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of drama, Bethany went to me, "I see what you mean." meaning Melissa being a bitch and ruining the lesson for us. Twice today she's done that. All before drama, I had the thought in my head that I'd ring Melissa and explain to her why I was crying and give her my version of the story. After drama, I decided she could get fucked. So I walk home infront of everyone else, thinking things through. At somerfield, I decided to wait for Rachael and she was standing outside with Jess and Rachael went, "The way I see it, it's not entirely Melissa's fault." [ Kinda like what Melissa said in drama. Except Melissa missed out the 'entirely'.. ] and I asked her why and she explained that Melissa didn't want to do Irish Dancing and wanted to talk to Nikki instead but I wanted to so it was kinda half and half. I'm sorry..it's my fault for doing as I was told..?? If nobody did any school work they didn't like, they wouldn't just fucking talk to their mates. There would be about ten people left in the whole bloody school 'cause the rest would have been expelled.&lt;br /&gt;And then she told me about how Beth had told her about how Melissa was trying to get me to do stuff I didn't want. The words, "Wrong End." and "Stick." come to mind.. So I was steaming 'cause I told that to Bethany thinking that she'd keep it to herself. But I stayed with Rachael, waiting for Claire to come. But when Claire did come, they stayed for another five minutes just talking so I'd had enough and walked home on my own. And that is how my day went.&lt;br /&gt;Fun, fun, fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113233383118112527?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113233383118112527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113233383118112527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113233383118112527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113233383118112527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/2005/11/merrh.html' title='Merrh.'/><author><name>Nuctsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12469259826157813899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088.post-113226719497407555</id><published>2005-11-17T22:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-17T22:39:55.016Z</updated><title type='text'>Whew.</title><content type='html'>Well, nothing much happened today.&lt;br /&gt;School, school, school.&lt;br /&gt;I think today is what I've renamed the 'Shittiest Day Out Of The Two Weeks.'&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Well I think the reason is in the title, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;Ensemble was okay.&lt;br /&gt;Alex was being weird and spaced out so me and Sam kept making fun of her and five minutes later she'd be like, "Wha..?"&lt;br /&gt;She was in a quiet mood which was quite scary but she told me of how everyone was asking her what was wrong and then not believing her when she said that she was in a quiet mood and asking her if she was dying, et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, there's a Subway opening in Standish.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like, yeah, rock on!&lt;br /&gt;\m/&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm gone..&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113226719497407555?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113226719497407555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113226719497407555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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and Mel today, and we own the class.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if a lad does something wrong, let's say Mark, if Mark was in the other classroom, talking, sir would send him back to do his work yet me and Melissa walk around the classroom all the time when we get bored and sir just lets us.&lt;br /&gt;It's so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much else happened in school, but when I got to drama, that was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Luke wasn't allowed to go this week so I was like, oh yes!, but we carried on with the little matchgirl.&lt;br /&gt;Well me and Ben were at one side of the place where we were performing and it was at the chemist bit [ if you've ever been to The Way We Were at Wigan Pier, you'll know where I mean ] and I was looking at the bottles inside and I saw 'Lotion Cammomile.' and I just went, "I hate cammomile lotion and ben was like, "Huh?" so I repeated it and he asked me, "Where did that come from?" and I pointed to inside the Chemist and he looked through the window to have a look but the counter with all the bottles on is at an angle from the window and Ben miscalculated where the window is and banged his head on it. That's not even the worst bit! Well, Ben is ill and actually had the day off school but came to drama 'cause we have like three weeks left [ two now.. ] and has a very chesty cough. And a very chesty and loud laugh.. So me and him were pissing ourselves and everyone, hearing Ben, stopped the rehearsal to look at us, thinking, as you would, 'WTF.' So Ben spent the next two minutes trying to explain why we were laughing but was laughing to hard to be able to so I told them, in short, what happened 'cause I could just talk and laugh at the same time and then everyone started laughing at Ben and Ben's laugh and so we didn't do anything for the next five minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113217702149512775?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113217702149512775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113217702149512775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113217702149512775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113217702149512775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/2005/11/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Nuctsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12469259826157813899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088.post-113208084439809322</id><published>2005-11-15T18:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-15T18:54:04.406Z</updated><title type='text'>I would stop time to be with you.</title><content type='html'>Well, so far I've pimped my blog up slightly.&lt;br /&gt;New background, new font colour..&lt;br /&gt;Minor things&lt;br /&gt;But it looks prettyful already, doesn't it??&lt;br /&gt;- Holds gun to back -&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't. It.?&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Melissa went round putting Beanz's and Burtha's hair up today&lt;br /&gt;\m/&lt;br /&gt;And we got pictures of Beanz's hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;And at lunchtime, me and Melissa hung round with Tedward and Sean whilst they were doing the charity drumming thing.&lt;br /&gt;\m/&lt;br /&gt;Well, till Miss kicked us out, that is.&lt;br /&gt;Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;And then me, Melissa and Amy cornered Burtha and he was standing behind a bin with water on it.&lt;br /&gt;Melissa decided to tip that bin and we told Beanz that he had wet himself and Beanz told everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Aah, I'm so tired&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to bed but there's this program at nine on BBC2 I want to watch.&lt;br /&gt;'Making Slough Happy'&lt;br /&gt;If you manage to read this in time: - Watch it, it looks well funny.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113208084439809322?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113208084439809322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113208084439809322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113208084439809322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113208084439809322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-would-stop-time-to-be-with-you.html' title='I would stop time to be with you.'/><author><name>Nuctsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12469259826157813899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088.post-113191829262235751</id><published>2005-11-13T21:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-15T18:19:25.916Z</updated><title type='text'>Right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've decided.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to totally pimp this blog up.&lt;br /&gt;Stuff Pimp my ride, it's pimp my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Reminder: I've got to get this damned Conway center letter done before Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Or else I won't be able to go.&lt;br /&gt;Right, on with the pimping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113191829262235751?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113191829262235751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113191829262235751&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113191829262235751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113191829262235751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/2005/11/right.html' title='Right.'/><author><name>Nuctsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12469259826157813899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088.post-113188763059757421</id><published>2005-11-13T13:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-14T01:46:27.726Z</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Good afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;Tis 13:02 in the afternoon and this time y'day I was just walking into the house after my Duke of Edinburgh practise walk.&lt;br /&gt;I was totally knackered but I had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;I got stuck in the mud twice in about two minutes in one bit and it pissed it down for about half of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;So much fun.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't even eat 'cause Danny, Alex and Matthew were in the team behind so when we finally sat down to rest with them quite far behind us but in our sightline, I'd got a sandwich out when they started moving so I packed everything away and ate one sandwich and one penguin as we were going.&lt;br /&gt;We were aiming to get back before them and we did.&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, once we were back at school, I was too tired to be anymore happier than what I already was.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going now.&lt;br /&gt;Luke and Patrick are at Remembrance day parade so I'm going to make the most of the quietness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113188763059757421?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113188763059757421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113188763059757421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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normal; FONT-STYLE: normal; FONT-VARIANT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Watch Video:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;a class="hov" style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; DISPLAY: block; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; WIDTH: 300px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" href="http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/m/muse/time_is_running_out.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;TIME IS RUNNING OUT (Muse) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;embed name="RAOCXplayer" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/" src="http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/m/muse/time_is_running_out_345141.asx" width="300" height="300" type="application/x-mplayer2" autoplay="true" showcontrols="1" showstatusbar="0" loop="true" enablecontextmenu="0" displaysize="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes, hello blogging world.&lt;br /&gt;Tis my daily update.&lt;br /&gt;- Waves -&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling kind today so there's a music video up there for Muse, Time Is Running Out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT: bold 11px verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nothing much happenend today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT: bold 11px verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;School, school, school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT: bold 11px verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yawn, yawn, yawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT: bold 11px verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gale force winds with rain at the start of fourth period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT: bold 11px verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;That was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT: bold 11px verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've got to get to school by 9am for tomorrow for my first Duke of Edinburgh training walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT: bold 11px verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT: bold 11px verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And this week, I'm so knackered despite how much sleep I've had, so I really needed a lie in tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT: bold 11px verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh well, I'd better go and sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT: bold 11px verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT: bold 11px verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113174803931326062?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113174803931326062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113174803931326062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113174803931326062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113174803931326062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/2005/11/howdy.html' title='Howdy.'/><author><name>Nuctsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12469259826157813899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088.post-113165834833992051</id><published>2005-11-10T21:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-14T01:47:52.316Z</updated><title type='text'>Hysteria..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, first things first, scuse the post y'day.&lt;br /&gt;I'd just typed the title in and pressed enter by accident and it posted it and I really couldn't be arsed editing it 'cause it said there was an error so I climbed into bed and died.&lt;br /&gt;The post would have mainly been about the little matchgirl and mum going to Frank's funeral.&lt;br /&gt;And what a little shit my brother is.&lt;br /&gt;Well, today, I've had a shitty shitty day.&lt;br /&gt;Mates pissing me off, et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried in Drama.&lt;br /&gt;We also did this gay spacky little game and sir said that we did it the worst that he's ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;We did what we were told.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, sir tells us the basic rules then yells at us for following them.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes sir doesn't even give us the rules at all and just starts the game.&lt;br /&gt;And he says we're on our final warning.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if he got rid of the gaylords who disrupted our class so much, instead of punishing the whole class by saying we'd have to do drama but by writing.&lt;br /&gt;Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;He told us a story, though, about his old school he worked at which was well poor and most of the kids didn't get a chance to go on holiday so the school bought a house in Wales for a class at a time to go on holiday and whilst he was there, he head a story about a little boy who went sleepwalking in that house and he fell into the septic tank and a year later, it was emptied and they found the kid they'd sweeped the country for in there and there were claw marks down the side of the tank from where he'd tried to claw his way out. And sir decided to tell the story and then at the claw marks bit, a teacher would go outside and scratch the window and once, near halloween, he told the story and there was the scratching at the window and then sir realised that nobody had left the room.&lt;br /&gt;Dun dun duuuuuun.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I have a headache.&lt;br /&gt;Lou is blonde.&lt;br /&gt;=O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll leave you to get over that.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113165834833992051?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113165834833992051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113165834833992051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113165834833992051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113165834833992051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/2005/11/hysteria.html' title='Hysteria..'/><author><name>Nuctsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12469259826157813899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088.post-113156842541937944</id><published>2005-11-09T20:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-09T20:33:45.426Z</updated><title type='text'>- Yawns -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113156842541937944?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113156842541937944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113156842541937944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113156842541937944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113156842541937944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/2005/11/yawns.html' title='- Yawns -'/><author><name>Nuctsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12469259826157813899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088.post-113147625019586957</id><published>2005-11-08T18:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-14T01:48:18.350Z</updated><title type='text'>..And then there was rain..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My head hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Damned eyes.&lt;br /&gt;My hand hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Damned coordination [ Or lack thereof.. ]&lt;br /&gt;I'm cold&lt;br /&gt;Damned rain [ from 10am - present. ]&lt;br /&gt;But I'm happy&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I had a shit day with shit people but, hey, I enjoyed it at the time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing the street tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm requested to speak German.&lt;br /&gt;But, luckily for yours truly, we get given sheets with the things to say on.&lt;br /&gt;Phew!&lt;br /&gt;Well, tis only a short blog today.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113147625019586957?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113147625019586957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113147625019586957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113147625019586957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113147625019586957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-then-there-was-rain.html' title='..And then there was rain..'/><author><name>Nuctsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12469259826157813899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088.post-113139855060630383</id><published>2005-11-07T21:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-14T01:49:59.420Z</updated><title type='text'>Wow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wow, yay, twas Maeve's b'day party today!&lt;br /&gt;Her friends are sooo adorable!!&lt;br /&gt;I went along to see her new mates and, ahem, supervise.&lt;br /&gt;Supervise = Play along with the little kiddies!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little child inside really, lmfao.&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of the time with Jacob, he's so cute and he's a happy little chappy dispite burning his hand on the oven so therefore having his hand in a bandage but I talked to each of Maeve's little friends.&lt;br /&gt;I knew most of them anyway for several different reasons [ Maeve's mates from nursery..went to same childminder as me, et cetera. ] But there were about three I hadn't met before.&lt;br /&gt;Well, they were soo sweet and cute and I got lots of cake! =P&lt;br /&gt;So I'm high on additives at the moment, lmfao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113139855060630383?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113139855060630383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113139855060630383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113139855060630383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113139855060630383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/2005/11/wow.html' title='Wow.'/><author><name>Nuctsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12469259826157813899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088.post-113128824836656995</id><published>2005-11-06T14:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-14T01:50:17.520Z</updated><title type='text'>Ack.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, yesterday was Bonfire night.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, Remember, the fifth of November.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I shalt remember the fifth of November Oh Five for all the wrong reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Well..I found out that yours truly is scared of fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Great Britain Vs. Australia at the JJB y'day and for the before match show, they had fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;So, by then I had the vague notion I may be scared of them 'cause there were fireworks on Friday and I was slightly scared but I thought, Hm, I've had a shit day, I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;But I prepared myself just in case.&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, they'd have to set them off when the teams are coming on so I was distracted and I almost started crying.&lt;br /&gt;And then, after the match [ Australia won 20 - 6 ] I had to walk through Wigan with thousands of other rugby fans and there were fireworks going off left, right and centre. So I was seriously shitting myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How can you just find out you're scared of fireworks this year&lt;/em&gt;? I hear you asking.&lt;br /&gt;Well..whilst in France in the summer holidays this year, I was climbing up the Eiffel Tower and there was a controlled explosion. I could only just hear it so it was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;But, then, in the train station, sitting down waiting for mum and Maeve to come back from the toilet and for dad to come back from the police station [ He got pickpocketed. ] there was this huge flash and a bang just to the left of me. I instantly sat up and told my brothers not to move as we all stared at the spot it had come from. The whole train station had froze except for Mum and Maeve who were running towards us to check that we were alright.&lt;br /&gt;We were, it was just a controlled explosion but now every flash of a firework reminds me of the huge flash of the explosion and don't even get me started on the bangs. Some of them sound so like the one in the train station, it scares me so much.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just very glad it wasn't a real bomb.&lt;br /&gt;Considering how close it was, I wouldn't even be here.&lt;br /&gt;So, that's the story of how I'm scared of fireworks and why.&lt;br /&gt;I'll think of something more cheerful next blog.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113128824836656995?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113128824836656995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113128824836656995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113128824836656995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113128824836656995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/2005/11/ack.html' title='Ack.'/><author><name>Nuctsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12469259826157813899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088.post-113120209803941803</id><published>2005-11-05T14:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-14T01:50:36.953Z</updated><title type='text'>Good morrow to ye all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, I'm in quite a good mood which makes a change seeing as I spent most of Thursday and Friday crying [ Being thirteen isn't easy, you know? ] for many reasons.&lt;br /&gt;I made a video to go along to Blink 182's Feeling This because I was bored and I shalt link it in a minute.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much hath happened today yet.&lt;br /&gt;Rachael's just in the middle of telling me how her Uncle might sue MacDonalds [ No, he is not one of them obese people who sued MacDonalds for making them fat. Although whether he is fat or not remains to be seen, seeing as I don't know him. ] 'cause he slipped and fell in MacDonalds y'day.&lt;br /&gt;I say that it serves him right for being there in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather go to hell, personally.&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I'm listening to Scary Kids Scaring Kids [ Or I will be as soon as the bloody thing loads! ] The City Sleeps In Flames.&lt;br /&gt;In drama y'day we had to share stories from our childhood in groups of four and then pick the best one and then lie to the class and try to fool everyone. With ours, we chose Jess's story and we got her to double bluff everyone by acting like she was lying.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone thought it was either Jade or Bethany and a couple thought it was me.&lt;br /&gt;That was fun =D&lt;br /&gt;My video hath done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=1YELFS8K4XPV22B5N71FP930XU"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Feeling This - Blink 182 - Video By Monself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clicketh ^^&lt;br /&gt;For Drama, we're doing the Little Matchgirl and for my music, we're doing Jingle Bell Rock so I'm always in Christmassy moods on Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays 'cause I always have my music songs in my head for ages after.&lt;br /&gt;It also means I'll be performing quite a bit this winter..&lt;br /&gt;Ooh yes, there'll be the winter playday, then the concert that night&lt;br /&gt;And we've got the dress rehearsal for The Little Matchgirl on the seventh of December and the proper thing on Sunday the 11th.&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be fun,&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and not to mention, there's also my birthday on the fifth of December and I'm going to a Duke Of Edinburgh on Saturday the something of November.&lt;br /&gt;Or I may do it on the fourth of December but that means I'll spend my b'day month knackered 'cause of everything.&lt;br /&gt;OH yeah, and I've got the dentists two days before my b'day so I'll be highly dosed on painkillers all day.&lt;br /&gt;And then there's Viki's b'day on the sixth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Well..enough of my rambling.&lt;br /&gt;My sight is going blurry so I'm off to put my glasses on.&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113120209803941803?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113120209803941803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113120209803941803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113120209803941803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113120209803941803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/2005/11/good-morrow-to-ye-all.html' title='Good morrow to ye all.'/><author><name>Nuctsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12469259826157813899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652088.post-113112799884031725</id><published>2005-11-04T19:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-14T01:50:51.630Z</updated><title type='text'>Evening.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/Hanging_Tear.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="340" alt="" src="http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/Hanging_Tear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a new blog, haven't you heard?&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course you have or else why on earth would you be on here?&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me tell you a bit about myself even though most of you probably know me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] My name is: Ha ha ha! I'm not telling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2] I live: Oh fuck this, read my bloody profile!&lt;br /&gt;[ NO, that is not where I live.. ]&lt;br /&gt;Would you fancy a Cadbury's Eclair?&lt;br /&gt;- Hands you one -&lt;br /&gt;I can't have them 'cause of my damned braces and I'd have to check the label first for all sorts of unknown reasons. [ Well..unknown to you. I know bloody well why I have to check the label! ]&lt;br /&gt;Well..another thing about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3] I have to write a stupid letter for this thing called Crossing Boundries. It's a drama thing held by Wigan Council and they're taking six to eight people aged over thirteen to Wales in the February half term to spend the week practising then performing some drama piece or other.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm trying to make it good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4] I'm going watching Great Britain Vs Australia at the JJB tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5] I've always bitten my nails but ever since I got my brace, I've had to wait until they're long enough before I can bite them [ or else my brace gets in the way of my fingers. ] but at this moment in time, they're long enough for me to bite yet I refuse to allow myself to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[6] I'm tired. I'm having alot of trouble sleeping at the moment. I just want to curl up and sleep forever more. That would be heaven for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[7] I'm a hormonal child at the moment. So scuse any "MY LIFE IS SHIT." blog entries. Just smile and wait for the next day, which will be full of, "I LOVE MY LIFE." et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;So, that's seven things about me that you probably already knew before.&lt;br /&gt;- Nods -&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I feel an eighth coming on..&lt;br /&gt;½&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I was wrong, it was a half...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[8] I play le clarinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[9] Whenever I come in from the cold, I'm cold for hours no matter how hot it is inside.&lt;br /&gt;And to make it a nice round number..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10] I'm a vegetarian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18652088-113112799884031725?l=beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/feeds/113112799884031725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18652088&amp;postID=113112799884031725&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113112799884031725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18652088/posts/default/113112799884031725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifultolifeless.blogspot.com/2005/11/evening.html' title='Evening.'/><author><name>Nuctsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12469259826157813899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://usera.imagecave.com/Maura/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
