<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34877248</id><updated>2009-02-21T23:57:58.949+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Many Colors</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://too-many-colors.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34877248/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://too-many-colors.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>XxSiobhanxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925584992580803739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34877248.post-116306240153095905</id><published>2006-11-09T17:39:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:08:29.416+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Siobhan T's series of unfortuanate events</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No i'm serious here. I mean there's been a series of bad events non stop for the past few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok i know, i know i aint been filling in my blog but let rewind back to Thursday 2nd November. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"It was a good evening, i went to see Steve Steinman's Vampires Rock show, it was so good and i really wanna go again, i'm deffo converted to old rock!" See? It always starts good huh? "Then I Met the stars of the show in the foyer after the show, they're real nice people." After that show right? Mom lost her £150 glasses, all because she rummaged around in her bag and it must've fallen out and someone else picked it up thinking OoOoO Nice Glasses! Mine! so my mom was really devastated about that, since she's blind as a bat seeing signs whilst driving lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friday 3rd November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"!It was my Uncle Nick's birthday, so we went to the Poopdeck (haha) Restaurant to celebrate his birthday" See? It starts off good again! "Everyone all had a good laugh and enjoyed our meal. To be totally honest, i have NEVER seen my mom eat so much seafood and extras, it was like woah shit she ate more than i did and that's rare lmao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways after enjoying a nice meal, Mom, Nick and Karen agreed to go out for several birthday drinks so I went back to Nick's place to baby sit my cousins Max and Cody" Ok this is when it gets bad. "After Nick left, Max &amp; I did some database work, he did well considering he's 8 years old, Cody was left to watch Ice Age 2 on his own, no kidding i could hear him squealing with laughter lol, then Max went to join Cody on watching the film" This is about to get even WORSE! "IA2 finished so i said to the boys that it was time for bed, Cody agreed to go to bed but he didnt wanna go without Max, in which he wasn't cooperating, he insisted on finishing the MURDER based DOCUMENTARY, come on its fucking abnormal for an 8 y/o to watch stuff like that =O, so i said to him its BED after the show then. He agreed to what i said then when the show finished he refused to go to bed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I literally had to drag Max to the staircase, then dragged him up step by step into his parents room whilst Cody was sleeping, Max did about 10 minutes of Protest and Hatred towards me then went to bed, i mean c'mon its midnight so he had to go. I then went downstairs and made myself a drink when Nick arrived to say that I've gotta go home now and be with mom because her bag has been stolen." WOAH! REWIND!! STOLEN?! ohhh man this sucks  ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into the taxi and there was one of my school runs taxi driver, and in the backseat mom was off her head drunk, it was embarrassing. She then told me that it was MY BAG that got nicked, thats right, it was my handbag. argggh. Inside it was her moby, credit card, money, bank statement, car keys and house keys. She was really off her head and i had to help her out of the taxi in case she fell down the step, tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got into the house, Luckily I had my keys on me, and somehow Mom went to the study and made the phonecall to cancel her credit card and what was amazing that coming from a woman who doesnt remember much at times, she remembered the entire credit card number and security code to tell to the lady over the phone, i find that quite funny tbh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So you think the events stop there? Guess what? It doesn't. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saturday 4th November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're going to Dartmouth today and before went to feed the horses, Mom's car button opener thingy wouldnt work and everytime she tries using the car keys to open it, the tooter would go off so loud it was unbelieveable. It kept doing this for 30 minutes and Clive took her to the shop to get some batteries for the car button thingy and it worked for a little bit. Then we went to feed the ponies, (Which are gorgey btw), we were running real late so Nanny panicked trying to find me oops, and found us down the land which made mum say to me quietly "That woman is so bloody impatient!" Nanny told me that Poppa told her that i went to the shops, uhhh i said to Poppa that Mom had BEEN to the shops to get batteries, old people really dont listen sometimes huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sunday 5th November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright of XxSiobhanxX&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34877248-116306240153095905?l=too-many-colors.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://too-many-colors.blogspot.com/feeds/116306240153095905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34877248&amp;postID=116306240153095905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34877248/posts/default/116306240153095905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34877248/posts/default/116306240153095905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://too-many-colors.blogspot.com/2006/11/siobhan-ts-series-of-unfortuanate.html' title='Siobhan T&apos;s series of unfortuanate events'/><author><name>XxSiobhanxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925584992580803739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09802797851085857610'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34877248.post-116124464352421518</id><published>2006-10-19T16:44:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T16:57:23.656+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick. Pick. Pick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's all I'm getting this past week is being picked at by lots of people. bleh &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stupid fuckers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well for starters, I've been&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; busier than normal&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this week and because of that I'm too tired to do everything. I recieved my Woolworths Application form in the post on Saturday but I've been out Saturday, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then Sunday I was helping out with building of the new corral,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Monday I was out til late because of the ponies' arrival&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tuesday I was out in Plymouth and didn't get back til a bit late and was doing my maths homework&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wednesday I was out doing the horses and then was out for the evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I mean seriously? Am I expected &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to have a social life or do stuff outside college? Well according to the stupid bitches at the hearing centre, I'm not. I mean just because you don't have a social life, it doesn't mean I should stop mine you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They keep going on and on and on..... at me with the application form and holiday form. I tried to explain that I've been busier than usual this week but nooooo they don't wanna know. I seriously hate them right now, heck I walked out of the unit because I knew that one more pick at me, I would've become very argumentative and then that would &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;land me into trouble.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm just so frustrated because I can never do anything right at all. Then to top it off my stupid old Nan picked at me yesterday because I wanted to get the ponies used to my presence so I was in the corral with them but Nan kept screeching at me because she wanted to go home. I mean &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C'MON!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; She's at home &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ALL DAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Ugh adults sucks big time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why am I such a target to get picked at? By the way the Unit Ladies said that I have to have an authorisation form so I don't get into trouble, heyyy the holiday's booked and if they don't bloody authorise it, guess what? I'm Going Anyways. Yah that's right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright of XxSiobhanxX&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34877248-116124464352421518?l=too-many-colors.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://too-many-colors.blogspot.com/feeds/116124464352421518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34877248&amp;postID=116124464352421518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34877248/posts/default/116124464352421518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34877248/posts/default/116124464352421518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://too-many-colors.blogspot.com/2006/10/pick-pick-pick.html' title='Pick. Pick. Pick.'/><author><name>XxSiobhanxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925584992580803739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09802797851085857610'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34877248.post-116124366330086798</id><published>2006-10-19T16:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T16:41:03.363+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Arrival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well my ponies are here at last thank god. They arrived on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday Evening&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about after 7pm. It was a bit&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;chaotic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because the horse truck got stuck in the mud at the other place but that problem was solved quickly enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When we arrived, I ran in and clipped a lead rope onto Sindy's halter and held her whilst the truck was coming into the yard and backed up to the entrance of the corral. I have never seen Sindy go &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;absolutely crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; for a long time! She haven't had any company living with her since April 2006 so to see some newcomers was a &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;shock to the system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All she kept doing was crap everywhere, sniffing the truck, neighing in my ear and pull me around like a ragdoll haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There was a fair bit of chaos inside the truck when mum and Lorraine was putting headcollars on them and worm them, from what Mum said, Blackjack was the one who kicked up the most fuss, tsk tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was expecting them to run out of the truck at a high speed but they didn't do that lol, they just walked out fast and guess what? Sindy saw them and went nuts, blasting her neighs into my ear. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Not Nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; At All.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Couldn't get any photos because it was so dark by the time they arrived and I didn't want to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;scare them&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with the flash from the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright of XxSiobhanxX&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34877248-116124366330086798?l=too-many-colors.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://too-many-colors.blogspot.com/feeds/116124366330086798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34877248&amp;postID=116124366330086798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34877248/posts/default/116124366330086798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34877248/posts/default/116124366330086798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://too-many-colors.blogspot.com/2006/10/arrival.html' title='The Arrival'/><author><name>XxSiobhanxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925584992580803739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09802797851085857610'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34877248.post-116038213424269740</id><published>2006-10-09T17:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T19:27:16.920+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Expensive but Fun Weekend</title><content type='html'>I stayed over at my sister's this weekend as Mum went to Guernsey. I went over on Friday evening and came home Sunday Evening. On Saturday I went Plymouth and of course I spent some money, well not some but &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;A LOT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Anyways I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Saturday&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Plymouth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MAC Juxt eyeshadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;MAC Freshwater Eyeshadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;MAC Varneesh Lip Laquer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MAC 217 Blending eye brush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;MAC Iridescent loose powder in Silver Dusk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;MAC Bare Canvas paint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;MAC Melon Pigment Sample and 2 empty jars (free)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The Butterfly Effect DVD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Cruel Intentions DVD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Rumour Has It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Sunday In Exeter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lush:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Pill for mum flat ballistic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Joy For Jelly shower Jelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Puddy Holly Ballisic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Bling Crosby Bubble Bar Slice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Candy Cane Bubble Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twinkle ballistic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ruby Red Slippers Bubble Bar - the colour is gorgeous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Temple Of Truth Bubble Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christmas Kisses Bubble Bar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Fig &amp; Leaves soap sample (free)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Enchantment Eye Cream sample (free)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got some MORE DVDs haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Cool&lt;br /&gt;Romeo + Juliet&lt;br /&gt;E.T&lt;br /&gt;Walk The Line&lt;br /&gt;Cheaper By The Dozen 2&lt;br /&gt;Saw&lt;br /&gt;Dawn Of The Dead&lt;br /&gt;Texas Chainsaw Massacre&lt;br /&gt;A Nightmare On The Elm Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my sister and my mum a present and also Makayla a baby gro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright of XxSiobhanxX&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34877248-116038213424269740?l=too-many-colors.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://too-many-colors.blogspot.com/feeds/116038213424269740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34877248&amp;postID=116038213424269740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34877248/posts/default/116038213424269740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34877248/posts/default/116038213424269740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://too-many-colors.blogspot.com/2006/10/expensive-but-fun-weekend.html' title='Expensive but Fun Weekend'/><author><name>XxSiobhanxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925584992580803739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09802797851085857610'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34877248.post-116038019122056956</id><published>2006-10-09T16:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T17:00:57.746+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Proper Nice aint it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;majorly pissed off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; big time, a girl who i'll name "R" is the cause of me being pissed off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On Friday in the taxi, R* has the fucking nerve to ask me if I'll ever sell Sindy or loan Sindy out to R*. Well Guess what toots, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sindy's MINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I've had her for 6 years now and we grew up together in which I taught her things and she taught me things, &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sindy was always there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and listened to my problems especially at the time of my parents splitting earlier this year. And my way of repaying her back is to let her &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;retire peacefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on the land with occasional rides by my mum's friend's daughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was really hoping to go and see some ponies soon so I can give Sindy some little chums and something to pick on, but guess what?! R* Fucking went without me, she fucking &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;KNEW&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that I wasn't gonna be here this weekend, stupid cow. I really had enough of her and wish she would clear off, If i had a choice of not being the taxi with her, I'd take the goddamn bus and I hate buses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mum's gonna organise for R*'s Mum to take me to Dartmoor but I don't wanna go with her at all, why should I? She asked Mum to sell or loan Sindy to her and Mum said No, so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;they tried me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright of XxSiobhanxX&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34877248-116038019122056956?l=too-many-colors.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://too-many-colors.blogspot.com/feeds/116038019122056956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34877248&amp;postID=116038019122056956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34877248/posts/default/116038019122056956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34877248/posts/default/116038019122056956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://too-many-colors.blogspot.com/2006/10/proper-nice-aint-it.html' title='Proper Nice aint it?'/><author><name>XxSiobhanxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925584992580803739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09802797851085857610'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34877248.post-116003298443140137</id><published>2006-10-05T16:15:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T16:23:04.440+09:00</updated><title type='text'>World Trade Centre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to see &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;World Trade Center&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; last night, it was absolutely &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;fantastic&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and really, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;truly inspiring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; story of the two police cops trapped underground in the rubble trying to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;survive.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; They witness their close friend killing himself, that was only because a large bar of steel went right through his stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the aftermath of the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;World Trade Center disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, hope is still alive. Refusing to bow down to terrorism, rescuers and family of the victims press forward. Their mission of rescue and recovery is driven by the faith that under each piece of rubble, a co-worker, a friend a family member may be found. This is the true story of John McLoughlin and William J. Jimeno, two of the last survivors extracted from Ground Zero and the rescuers who never gave up. It's a story of the true heroes of that fateful time in the history of the United States when buildings would fall and heroes would rise, literally from the ashes to inspire the entire human race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright of XxSiobhanxX&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34877248-116003298443140137?l=too-many-colors.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://too-many-colors.blogspot.com/feeds/116003298443140137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34877248&amp;postID=116003298443140137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34877248/posts/default/116003298443140137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34877248/posts/default/116003298443140137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://too-many-colors.blogspot.com/2006/10/world-trade-centre.html' title='World Trade Centre'/><author><name>XxSiobhanxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925584992580803739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09802797851085857610'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34877248.post-115990960291543087</id><published>2006-10-04T06:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T06:06:42.956+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Just simply fed up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm just so goddamn fed up of everything, I mean isn't 6th form supposed to be about independence? Trust?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;OBVIOUSLY NOT!&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I get yelled at by TAs for no reason, I'm sick of it TBH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No matter how hard I try and try, I never do it right. I'm always doing summat wrong. If I don't help, I get yelled at, If i do, i still get fucking yelled at. it's a no win stich for me innit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well that's it for today. Well check out my picture below lol, i edited it PSP9 and make it kinda like 1940s style after seeing &lt;strong&gt;The Black Dahlia&lt;/strong&gt; last Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/3870/1600/B&amp;W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/3870/320/B%26W.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright of XxSiobhanxX&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34877248-115990960291543087?l=too-many-colors.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://too-many-colors.blogspot.com/feeds/115990960291543087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34877248&amp;postID=115990960291543087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34877248/posts/default/115990960291543087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34877248/posts/default/115990960291543087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://too-many-colors.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-simply-fed-up.html' title='Just simply fed up'/><author><name>XxSiobhanxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925584992580803739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09802797851085857610'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34877248.post-115987809186022433</id><published>2006-10-03T21:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T21:21:31.870+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Will Be Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i went to a family dinner on Sunday (01/10/06) and met up with Aunt Margaret, Uncle Peter and Second cousin Jan Jan there, they've came from Australia and is here for a month. I also met up with Nick, Karen, Max and Cody as well, Nanny and Poppa came with us too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Berry Hotel and there's cool scenery there so i did a photoshoot with Max and Cody. They were really naughty to their parents as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i36/Brass_In_Pocket/Artistic%20Pics/DSCF9804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cody looking out to sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i36/Brass_In_Pocket/Artistic%20Pics/DSCF9827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Max and Cody goofin' off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i36/Brass_In_Pocket/Artistic%20Pics/DSCF9771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cody Jumping over the bowls beam towards his shadow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i36/Brass_In_Pocket/Artistic%20Pics/DSCF9818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Max posing on the rocks, actin' cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i36/Brass_In_Pocket/Artistic%20Pics/DSCF9772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cody's walking on the stairway to the sky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright of XxSiobhanxX&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34877248-115987809186022433?l=too-many-colors.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://too-many-colors.blogspot.com/feeds/115987809186022433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34877248&amp;postID=115987809186022433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34877248/posts/default/115987809186022433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34877248/posts/default/115987809186022433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://too-many-colors.blogspot.com/2006/10/boys-will-be-boys_03.html' title='Boys Will Be Boys'/><author><name>XxSiobhanxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925584992580803739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09802797851085857610'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34877248.post-115956099271622492</id><published>2006-09-30T05:11:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T05:16:32.723+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Oh Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I swear that I'm being tested : my whole fucking laptop is testing me. Here's a list of everything wrong with it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The 'S' button keeps getting stuck and I have to press it hard to get it to function&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My internet browser is constantly closing down due to add ons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What the fuck are add-ons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm trying to make a music video but Windows Movie Maker keeps freezing and doesn't work, hence me constantly restarting the program every 2 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;College sucks big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Blogspot is great outlet for my complaints lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On the upside I guess, I'm looking at a herd of wild Dartmoor Ponies on 30/9/06 and buy two of them to raise. I'll provide pics when I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright of XxSiobhanxX&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34877248-115956099271622492?l=too-many-colors.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://too-many-colors.blogspot.com/feeds/115956099271622492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34877248&amp;postID=115956099271622492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34877248/posts/default/115956099271622492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34877248/posts/default/115956099271622492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://too-many-colors.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-oh-why.html' title='Why Oh Why?'/><author><name>XxSiobhanxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925584992580803739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09802797851085857610'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34877248.post-115896795290387283</id><published>2006-09-23T08:14:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T08:32:32.913+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty Katz photoshoot =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well my cats, well one of them, Gingerbread agreed to do a photoshoot lol, on the terms I pay him with &lt;u&gt;4 Slices of Ham&lt;/u&gt; not bad wages for a cat lol, he does any poses you ask him to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Must admit that the cat is a camera whore lol, follows me everytime I have the camera, hmmm I wonder if he associates the camera with wages, Cats huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i36/Brass_In_Pocket/DSCF0711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is one of my fave pics, he looks so content and happy sunbathing in his plant pot haha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i36/Brass_In_Pocket/DSCF0848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i36/Brass_In_Pocket/DSCF0848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What a poser eh? Basking in the sunlight but he also looks like a Class A Snob *sticks nose up*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i36/Brass_In_Pocket/DSCF7181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i36/Brass_In_Pocket/DSCF7181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See I told you that cat can pose haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i36/Brass_In_Pocket/DSCF7290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i36/Brass_In_Pocket/DSCF7290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Lil' artistic shot of Gingerbread's paw, he was clawing at the pearls when I took this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i36/Brass_In_Pocket/DSCF7172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i36/Brass_In_Pocket/DSCF7172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finished! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright of XxSiobhanxX&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34877248-115896795290387283?l=too-many-colors.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://too-many-colors.blogspot.com/feeds/115896795290387283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34877248&amp;postID=115896795290387283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34877248/posts/default/115896795290387283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34877248/posts/default/115896795290387283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://too-many-colors.blogspot.com/2006/09/kitty-katz-photoshoot-d.html' title='Kitty Katz photoshoot =D'/><author><name>XxSiobhanxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925584992580803739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09802797851085857610'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34877248.post-115896622007650037</id><published>2006-09-23T07:57:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T08:03:40.076+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck Everything =(</title><content type='html'>I'm in a real foul mood today (22/09/06). Why? Here's Why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Maths GCSE Appeal came back and no marks been changed :( and I'm only 2 marks off a C, how stupid is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I decided to drop A Level English Language so I can do Photography AS, but guess what? The class is fucking full so I can't even do an AS on something I love the most :( Being the stupid person that I am, I cried. How Lame is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to re-take my Maths GCSE Exam in November, I keep feeling like I'm gonna fuck it up and get worse marks than last time, no matter how hard I try, I fail at Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dunno what else to complain about really, I'm just fucking fed up with &lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/strong&gt; don't ask, I don't know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somehow I feel Isolated from everyone despite being around a fair few friends I'm close to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's my blog for the day and I just hope it'll get better. 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