tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304672622024-03-08T02:06:05.846+00:00Earth GirlEricahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09642715735525897266noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30467262.post-12726951486676410002010-08-02T14:38:00.003+01:002010-08-02T15:52:21.815+01:00Bet You Didn't See this Coming<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Alright, so I haven't posted in a year in a half... But I'm gonna make it work this time because I was just reading a couple of my posts and along with cracking myself up, I really liked remembering the stuff I wrote down!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">So... Here are a few facts that might cheat the year and a half of postless-ness :)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">I have a job waitressing (I'm never gonna get tired of telling waitress stories so expect a few of those).</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">I am learning how to drive - did a lesson today. TOTALLY nailed the roundabouts, and the whole left hand side of the road, in the wrong side of the car thing :P</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">This year I'm going into Upper Sixth which means I'm a senior. Kind of. </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">I only get to do 3 subjects! Graphics, English Lit and Philosophy. Philosophy messes with you head. </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Bring it on.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">90% sure I'm going to University in the States. OHYEAH. Mainly because that means I can stay up till 2am and drive to Wal Mart and pick up Ben and Jerry's WHENEVER I WANT. Obviously that's the most important thing to consider when deciding what country to go to University....</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Basically I can do a lot of stuff that I read about on MLIA :)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">So I got back from America Thursday morning and thought I recovered from jet lag, but apparently not. I could NOT get to sleep last night until about 2:30am. So I finished Wuthering Heights. Man that book does. not. end. The font size is incredibly deceptive. So when you think 350 pages? Piece of cake, I read the entire Twilight Saga in four days.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">You're wrong. So wrong. And I swear the story could have been told in about 12 pages. It just talks about the weather in ridiculously epic paragraphs. Then when something significant happens like a baby is born that becomes a main character, you would think that would be mentioned! And to make it more confusing, that baby had the same name as the woman that just died.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Anyway, enough of the rant about a classic book. I did enjoy the last 70 pages :) </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">In the airport on the way back I had one bag that I had to hold, a little suitcase (bought that morning at a thrift store by Grandma) that had a really short extension handle making me have </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">to take tiny steps so that it wouldn't trip me up. And a bumble bee pillow. A fairly standard combination... Got a few funny looks but it didn't bother me too much until a very helpful man who I'm sure thought I was 12 made sure I knew where I was going and what I was doing and double checked to make sure, and waited while I was checking the screen. He was very nice to do that (one of the reasons I love America) and I'm sure it was due to the large, squishy, smiling, yellow pillow I was holding :)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">I realize there isn't much of a structure going on here but I shall continue anyway :)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Last night Katherine got home from Glasgow visiting le boyfriend. She brought home George of the Jungle. Probably the best present she's ever come home with. I don't think I'm ever going to grow up in terms of movie taste. I mean I love a really good movie that just isn't for kids, but things like Disney movies are just brilliant. I live for the computer generated facial expressions and jokes told by funny voices.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">By the way guys, AMERICA WAS AMAZING. Thank you so much for letting me eat your food and sleep in your beds and for taking me places :) </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">And taking me shooting.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">And to the movies.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">And to restaurants.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">And swimming.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">And letting me drive.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">And letting me spend an hour and a half in one store...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Gotta say, the last night was a pretty good finale. It'll be hard to top that next time! Whenver that may be...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Currently my cat thinks he's the king of everything and he should be my sole object of attention. He's jumping on the couch and he thinks it's ok to sit on my hands where I'm typing and then when I move him, he's looks at my like 'What? This is my spot. You now have permission to fawn over me.' </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">I think it's time for me to do something productive now like watch a movie.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Just as another random tag on, I'll share my two favourite songs right now :)</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Train- You already know. Youtube it now. You have to wait for about a minute before it gets good. So worth it. Do it.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> And, The King Blues - I Got Love. I reeeally like songs with British accents in at the moment.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Do not fear, I shall blog again shortly!</span>Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09642715735525897266noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30467262.post-32704407617057325012009-01-06T17:34:00.002+00:002009-01-06T18:12:41.638+00:00Random Update<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;">I just had an English Lit exam. This means that I wrote about sympathy, mockingbirds, relationships, the moon, technology, nature, moral values, tension and high heels IN ONE PAPER. It's was 2 and a half hours long and because I have retarded hands that are cold all the time, I don't get writer's cramp like everyone else, which is a plus.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;">I went outside for 5 minutes to walk from school to the car. That was an hour and a half ago and my toes are still defrosting.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;">I'm getting a pink phone :)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;">I picked out a phone that I wanted and my Mom ordered it for me, then they said it was out of stock. THEN I went on their website and they said it was in stock so I was like DUDE what is the DEAL? So I called the people up and waited on hold while that ridiculous music played. This guy picked up (is it weird to think he sounded cute?) and I said blah blah blah then he said hold. Then I said ok. Then the ridiculous music started playing again. He said when I ordered, they were out of stock, but then they came back in stock. That was a great story, don't you think?....</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;">Anyway. It's exams week. And it will be next week, too. And the week after. Physics tomorrow. I bet you didn't know that electromagnetic induction only works with a changing magnetic field. That was the cleverest thing I could think of, and it doesn't even sound scary-smart. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;">It's cold here.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;">I read Twilight, New Moon and Eclipse in 4 days :)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;">I joined the Edward Cullen fanclub of Facebook today. You should,too.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;">I have to revise now. Oh joy.</span>Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09642715735525897266noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30467262.post-34709396726942011542008-12-20T11:45:00.002+00:002008-12-20T12:47:27.715+00:00Twilight: The Review<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><strong>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!<br />After 5 months of anticipation and random outbursts of squeals, I FINALLY SAW TWILIGHT!! It came out in the UK yesterday. My poster came in the mail today. I listened to the soundtrack 43 times yesterday and Gina and I were trying to figure out where each song would be in the movie. I loved the 2 Paramore songs. At the cinema, a group of girls with twilight t-shirts were first in line :). We assured Gina's Mom that we were NOT as obsessive as them (only because the t-shirts are christmas presents...).<br /><br />I liked the beginning. It was immense.<br />(One of )My favourite parts in the book was the meadow scene. They didn't do it right in the movie.<br />I loved the placing of the song 'Supermassive Blackhole' - when they were playing baseball. That scene was awesome. Emmett was cool.<br />Their first kiss started off awkward, then it appeared that Edward's thought process changed from 'sweet and precious' to 'let's get it on' in 3.2 seconds. And why wasn't she wearing any pants?!<br />Jasper did looked constipated.<br />The ballet studio scene was amazing. Loved it.<br />There were too many little scenes that were 30 seconds long at the beginning.<br />I liked Edward's peacoat.<br />She didn't wear enough make up to prom.<br />They didn't have the JacobBella tree.<br />I thought the scene where he shows Bella his monster-ness was awesome. And scary. And cute.<br />They could have done more with the sparkling skin.<br />When they first met was good, except he looked like he was about to puke rather than eat her.<br />Having said the ballet studio scene was amazing, when Edward was sucking the venom out of her arm, it looked like he was making out with the wrong part of her. Just about everyone in the theatre laughed :)<br />They should have had more Alice.<br />The tree scene was cool.<br />He was hot when he did that car spinny thing then got out to save Bella from the idiotfaces in Port Angeles. Then he did another car spinny thing. DON'T MESS WITH EDWARD.<br />I thought it was sweet how they added the scene when Bella is sleeping and she moves her head to sleep on Edward's tummy. </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Bella never got to say 'You dazzle people.'<br />Edward and Bella should have read the book before making the movie.<br />'Let me sign' was perfect for the movie. And they put it in the perfect place. *Sigh* So cute. My favourite part in the song is when he says 'I will wrap you in my arms.' *Sigh* So cute. Listen to it and you will agree. Even though you can't really understand him when he sings.<br />I liked Bella's ring.<br />Could you tell Edward was english? I could. Gina couldn't.<br /><br />I'm seeing it again on Monday.<br />If there is nobody in the world close to Edward's perfectness, I blame Stephanie Meyer for breaking the hearts of 4 million girls.<br /><br />In the meantime I get to revise for my mock exams! Hooray!<br />Here's 'Let me Sign'<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WVHqNZy68Qs&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WVHqNZy68Qs&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />The book was better.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><strong>That's all.<br /><br />PS I chose red writing to signify the theme of vampires but, with a green background, it adds a bit of a christmas touch, don't you think?</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;">PPS Happy Birthday Joshua.</span> </strong>Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09642715735525897266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30467262.post-14434820162320431572008-11-27T18:09:00.003+00:002008-11-29T11:10:27.381+00:00That's Such A Mom thing To Do<div><div><div><div><div>My Mom saw this in the window display of a Miss Sixty shop. She loved it. Now, all 7 feet of it is in our hallway...</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWFtx5OQvCEh0gnFLoF0s_hyphenhyphen1VI-_mLvUuC09W78_pr6woQu04crla9ekKNP-YHj1rM_I60qzWYgoTv5oqj6bKdXhmaSX4uPpipc5wDq54Wep__7RizHd2xeuVGtkcwQtKBXaTng/s1600-h/London+Baby+035.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273429491133220594" style="WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWFtx5OQvCEh0gnFLoF0s_hyphenhyphen1VI-_mLvUuC09W78_pr6woQu04crla9ekKNP-YHj1rM_I60qzWYgoTv5oqj6bKdXhmaSX4uPpipc5wDq54Wep__7RizHd2xeuVGtkcwQtKBXaTng/s320/London+Baby+035.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCXm6JwqN4qfoSXGa8lNdN5uvoUEc4xkVieysdFOxR0md8E76mrdPkdF1YGdifw5ljr2GNTDyrAO6AuDH8FG6GnUzlscYdd3m0hNeOZNvHxSefah4eIyYu0eSsVs23iprm44gCHw/s1600-h/London+Baby+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273429495187010178" style="WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCXm6JwqN4qfoSXGa8lNdN5uvoUEc4xkVieysdFOxR0md8E76mrdPkdF1YGdifw5ljr2GNTDyrAO6AuDH8FG6GnUzlscYdd3m0hNeOZNvHxSefah4eIyYu0eSsVs23iprm44gCHw/s320/London+Baby+012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSxutEfgD33XoSJg5kJmwcaEECGF4lCrIHCND0PQaHhgeLpfKQReOPsBN-XMsaILf1CEyGTKXlGR3YYbOQg4om7JIey-D7U0m0LrpKSCodBoPzTyRrP9T0Ms1HpngdxUxWT69M5Q/s1600-h/London+Baby+031.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273429501824886738" style="WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSxutEfgD33XoSJg5kJmwcaEECGF4lCrIHCND0PQaHhgeLpfKQReOPsBN-XMsaILf1CEyGTKXlGR3YYbOQg4om7JIey-D7U0m0LrpKSCodBoPzTyRrP9T0Ms1HpngdxUxWT69M5Q/s320/London+Baby+031.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmT72RH1aRGXucWV5NsD5OkJNfctuDWUN59xUG-q7mr6lX1VLT0fDV1sNGCce8jvzifL3Au3pQ4LxdSLxutTEcCdyX5Zz3sE9yH0TbJdNiqE7ki_Qg24gUOl67VINMpqhYP4pUzg/s1600-h/London+Baby+037.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273429505804533042" style="WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmT72RH1aRGXucWV5NsD5OkJNfctuDWUN59xUG-q7mr6lX1VLT0fDV1sNGCce8jvzifL3Au3pQ4LxdSLxutTEcCdyX5Zz3sE9yH0TbJdNiqE7ki_Qg24gUOl67VINMpqhYP4pUzg/s320/London+Baby+037.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-o6MkOzbkWYxbOCAiaqX_nVc_sIF-uvryxX-DkRfDCsJhH5dFSqBgATf7uojWptua_v01JpGlaIKtxO4hgj4KhIYKdCq0XpR5F0XzmM-7j8RobdHSqT-mhkMB1SmjbXxbjCwmdw/s1600-h/London+Baby+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273429509696435250" style="WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-o6MkOzbkWYxbOCAiaqX_nVc_sIF-uvryxX-DkRfDCsJhH5dFSqBgATf7uojWptua_v01JpGlaIKtxO4hgj4KhIYKdCq0XpR5F0XzmM-7j8RobdHSqT-mhkMB1SmjbXxbjCwmdw/s320/London+Baby+015.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />(By the way, it says 'IN LOVE')<br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09642715735525897266noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30467262.post-7191363460711414992008-11-05T18:12:00.003+00:002008-11-05T18:21:31.036+00:00Heeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;">OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSH<br /><br /><br /><br />I just got reobsessed with Twilight...<br /><br /><br /><br />Ok first of all, on Gina's facebook it says 'Gina just saw a sign saying 'fly tipping' and is wondering if that's the same thing as cow tipping.<br /><br /><br /><br />Yup, that's Gina.<br /><br /><br />Secondly, we were talking on the phone for an hour about Twilight and Twilight alone and we discovered the soundtrack... Seriously if you thought I was obsessed you ain't seen NOTHING. Except she doesn't like Bella. Which is probably very annoying seeing as it's all in Bella's eyes. Anyhoo guess what she found:<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1WHzgv9GVcg&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1WHzgv9GVcg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;">AHahhahahahahahahahaahahahha. Isn't it sooooooooooo cute??? And sweeeeeeeeeeeeet? 45 days!!</span>Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09642715735525897266noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30467262.post-6173667562997103872008-09-09T17:53:00.003+01:002008-09-09T18:09:26.469+01:00Graphics<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;">Graphics is pretty much my favourite subject, because I like being creative, and I'm good at it. But sometimes my teacher can be a little... well I don't really have a word, maybe you can think of one for me after this story.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;">You should know that during the last week of school (when we had no other work given to us), we were told we had to do 6 pages of development. That's 6 A3 pages - which means it's really big. Umm, HELLO??? Last week of school, never gave us more than 2 to do in a week etc. etc. The criteria of the marking page askes for 6-8. 2 optional pages. I managed to finish all of them so I wouldn't have to worry about it over summer. However, a lot of people never finished, and still haven't, she's been having to hassle about 90% of my class about it (and I mean HASSLE). </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;">So, I was on the computer after school doing my digital work and my teacher came round to me and asked to see my sketchbook. I handed it to her and she saw my 6 pages and says to me. 'You need to do 2 more pages of development work.' I stared at her uncomprehending.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;">'What?'</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;">'You've only done six.' And your point is? 'It's 6 to 8 development pages, right?'</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;">'Ya...'</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;">'So that means you need to do 2 more'</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;">'Ummm ok.... ???'</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Does that make any sense to you WHAT SO EVER? Do you see her logic? She said so herself that it was 6 <em><u>to</u></em> 8 pages. I don't mind doing them because I was thinking of doing an extra page anyway but I was just a bit befuddled by the way she said that. Am I right or am I having an unecessary rant about nothing?</span> </span>Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09642715735525897266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30467262.post-27570131254970147712008-09-07T14:02:00.005+01:002008-09-07T14:12:37.431+01:00Oh ya, the tights are Fo Shizzle<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">So I got in the car after church and this was playing...<br /><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/67eS9ghGI88&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/67eS9ghGI88&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And I was wearing these shoes...<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO-oMbbbbGJuENI5ckpFQhIiYUC9c4D_eY15CQXM_l8tYu-mETwCA9DJVBOIkMXi0hr3jQr3RcFoxTSORdFZMykPCorjuL6Rw_7ofNKp3U01TDoN3Bo4dJk1n_yJ3UOvOLC1K_UQ/s1600-h/SL371952.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243265033831470498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO-oMbbbbGJuENI5ckpFQhIiYUC9c4D_eY15CQXM_l8tYu-mETwCA9DJVBOIkMXi0hr3jQr3RcFoxTSORdFZMykPCorjuL6Rw_7ofNKp3U01TDoN3Bo4dJk1n_yJ3UOvOLC1K_UQ/s320/SL371952.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><br /><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM83sbE71Co4RJa6vynPwtmitn9N9YNZ5FOscvVsFZpGWpGXRbeMh13kDUn8FJx9bcP5oqDkdjLFxcwBjhGyPuBY3wV1Hpd6Dp-a30V3zDEiRFKzIawqA8HatDfJrSKxCYE5eOew/s1600-h/SL371949.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243265036202512658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM83sbE71Co4RJa6vynPwtmitn9N9YNZ5FOscvVsFZpGWpGXRbeMh13kDUn8FJx9bcP5oqDkdjLFxcwBjhGyPuBY3wV1Hpd6Dp-a30V3zDEiRFKzIawqA8HatDfJrSKxCYE5eOew/s320/SL371949.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYq93KzhCEMEqWY-ZpuWVK2OGWOxm8Ob_7YIrBTOGqPNMIMcDqQnwCaIYEOZmM3_UcG9D7LS9UDBEfcas3Q4q5dtoWwZnUYTPuZnJyXUKe2wm4cyGWcJPik4onwVNO6bACXq5x_g/s1600-h/SL371943.JPG"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYq93KzhCEMEqWY-ZpuWVK2OGWOxm8Ob_7YIrBTOGqPNMIMcDqQnwCaIYEOZmM3_UcG9D7LS9UDBEfcas3Q4q5dtoWwZnUYTPuZnJyXUKe2wm4cyGWcJPik4onwVNO6bACXq5x_g/s1600-h/SL371943.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243265042795281986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYq93KzhCEMEqWY-ZpuWVK2OGWOxm8Ob_7YIrBTOGqPNMIMcDqQnwCaIYEOZmM3_UcG9D7LS9UDBEfcas3Q4q5dtoWwZnUYTPuZnJyXUKe2wm4cyGWcJPik4onwVNO6bACXq5x_g/s320/SL371943.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><br /><br />Coincidence? I think NOT!<br /><br />The tights are cool, huh? I gotta few stares for those :)</span>Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09642715735525897266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30467262.post-55966480984234469372008-09-01T16:58:00.004+01:002008-09-01T17:28:45.274+01:00Take Me Back<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;">Ok y'all, I'm ready to come back. England is semi-officially a been there done that. Of course, I was greeted with a warm welcome back, a few stories in the car driving to Manchester. My eyes were almost staying open without anyone having to slap me. Picture taking with a friend in a big city straight after getting off a 8 1/2 hour flight may not seem like a wise decision, but it did keep me awake for 2 hours. On the other hand, however, reading Eclipse in a quiet room upstairs above my Mom's shop did not. I fell I sleep, but was awaken by my Mom laughing at my poor attempt to stay awake. Now, this post may become (or already is) disjointed and nonsensical (is that a word, if so, go me!), but it's making me think and that's keeping me awake. 3 more hours 3 more hours.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;">As I get out of the car -into the rain- I shuffle through the door and upstairs to put my stuff down. My bed is covered in <em>ka</em>-rap. There's some alliteration for you. All over the floor are odd bits of clothes and my school files. On the desk, there's a make up brush set laying open with 5 brushes missing. And my orchid has died :( BUT, when I went to take I bath, I discovered there was an adventerous new shampoo... </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;">A mani-pedi is on my schedule. As is unpacking, finishing eclipse, school stuff blah blah blah. It's not all bad, though. There's a case of 'good root beer' in the kitchen and I get to hug and pet and squish my kitties till the cows come home. I miss friendly americans, I miss my aunts and uncles and grandparents and cousins and..., I miss Wal Mart, I miss Taco Bell, I miss the tempurpedic bed and my nightly adventures with my aunts, to get an innocent tub of Ben and Jerry's or to get a black cow.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;">But guess what I was doing today? I did it TWICE!! I was DEFYING GRABITY! Well, that's all I have to say. Maybe my brain will come up with some more fascinating details to blog about. It probably would help once I get out of the grumpy, jet lagged teenager mode, dontchya think?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;">Gotta go read now, Edward is back.</span>Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09642715735525897266noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30467262.post-90166997209565217352008-08-27T22:44:00.002+01:002008-08-27T22:46:48.099+01:00Cool Dress<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDLWvbfpyudvb1UaUSPISealb9OXk1oqDpEu5V1-QyfUC6hul4M3A9cO-NprsjZJf5dXjAgAB_IkoZdK3qwhyRqNgIrcl8HE_u6cwGMHMIsakRJidFaAbCLVjW46VopN4kNePlBg/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239317189002102306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDLWvbfpyudvb1UaUSPISealb9OXk1oqDpEu5V1-QyfUC6hul4M3A9cO-NprsjZJf5dXjAgAB_IkoZdK3qwhyRqNgIrcl8HE_u6cwGMHMIsakRJidFaAbCLVjW46VopN4kNePlBg/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /></a>Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09642715735525897266noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30467262.post-871808153708353052008-08-13T19:19:00.007+01:002008-08-13T21:41:10.139+01:00Livin the Dream<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;">I'm listening to Jason Mraz, babysitting Danyo, eating cheetos, blogging and sitting in America... SIMULTANEOUSLY!!! That's pretty impressive. So, I haven't done a propa post for A-ges. And this one is gonna be a good-un. So I've spent my summer with my cool aunt, my aunt who rides on her past coolness but she's still AWESOME and the Leishmisters. So far the highlight of my summer has been seeing Wicked and the worst part will be writing my English coursework on Romeo and Juliet. I haven't done that yet, but I can ASSURE you that will be the worst.</span></strong> <div><div><div><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;">I brought my crazy English friend with me. I tried to prep her ALL YEAR for my Mom's family. It wasn't enough. I don't think it's possible. But she liked them so much she was like 'Dude, I'm coming next year, even if you're not.' (Danyo just turned on the vacuum - SO funny). So, while my friend and I were on the plane to the USA we kept flipping out every 5 minutes trying to contain our squealing fits. As soon as we were about to land in Atlanta, my friend G, immediately goes 'It looks like England.' My cool aunt took us to Wal Mart to get a shower curtain and we were all ready for a party, but as soon as we walked in we had no energy left - we looked like English Zombies.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;">ANYWAY... I'll skip ahead a few days to Chicago - we got to stay in an immensely groovey hotel. Where the 'Take my booger' scenario happened... (Sorry It's a little dark).<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234076052752645682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ4Kf6v43t5uklpf6A5XXmtYJcCx954pUOJAiaXFfa0wHcusmk9y9vrZOV5KAxFY6MAMI7zNTcboDDlalCAll0L-2-nBjH5b8bEbbaQF-wxYizGz-TiGmneKqyRKgBBLe7llqQDA/s320/Take+My+Booger!!.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;">Then the Cheesecake incident where G bit S because she was in the way of the chocolate cheesecake. Apparently. Anyway, apart from Wicked I really enjoyed going to the Millenium Park all 5 times. We played in the big face fountains and dipped our feet into the feet-dipping stream and saw the big silver bean.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;">The Hancock was pretty cool, too...</span></strong></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn1wOo0fyt24-gnLz0zIB-tmU7oIAvpnHkho5fkvp7UFcxiygOtN-Rr-2pqX2Meratg0dfGu9bbyLaLqbNxsIDbqvTUSqlNtB85zB9wXgviF4cVFZZtOF4JaxWChjt7xQiIQV_Gg/s1600-h/Hancock.jpg"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234086230879019218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn1wOo0fyt24-gnLz0zIB-tmU7oIAvpnHkho5fkvp7UFcxiygOtN-Rr-2pqX2Meratg0dfGu9bbyLaLqbNxsIDbqvTUSqlNtB85zB9wXgviF4cVFZZtOF4JaxWChjt7xQiIQV_Gg/s320/Hancock.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></strong><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;">But I would have to say the highlight of Chicago (apart from Wkd) was going to the toy section of Macy's :)</span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipmsfSuAbCvQlKbYHii129aMUgbqMkxpcrS3_CVubCx12w3LS5JGG4Q2q-quyvNkV-aK6FcKDs17QrXjEaNEWfmC1yAf9HNjbx2DSIIXzN-oDOVBJUPbsQOGGOUNg_vhcEs2jzAg/s1600-h/g+macys.jpg"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234088616595506706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipmsfSuAbCvQlKbYHii129aMUgbqMkxpcrS3_CVubCx12w3LS5JGG4Q2q-quyvNkV-aK6FcKDs17QrXjEaNEWfmC1yAf9HNjbx2DSIIXzN-oDOVBJUPbsQOGGOUNg_vhcEs2jzAg/s320/g+macys.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSdofzTkvSUqV0A5rx0e1h8_Vy4miYcJ0IQWj8IuffeaIMTgCmlqPuap61rvmT9nhpgYU6OB4-IQmaOxR6EmhYG7b_l_WdDU_v4x-OTsZ33A2Ddc9JtZZ1619ksDt5eRaF1AdwgQ/s1600-h/me+macys.jpg"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234088610631223874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSdofzTkvSUqV0A5rx0e1h8_Vy4miYcJ0IQWj8IuffeaIMTgCmlqPuap61rvmT9nhpgYU6OB4-IQmaOxR6EmhYG7b_l_WdDU_v4x-OTsZ33A2Ddc9JtZZ1619ksDt5eRaF1AdwgQ/s320/me+macys.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2DBxlUaICR-SCzKXEibsdTfBxDvkk6vawpclfGglo0dQ7JsMvLtR-dATLzAW1co4o5gHou7GrUU8nLYB81QBxXZCXEB9f5hKYH9lGAWTs_Th8IFj5cdYIIIE-C1Bl9HWNvJYXRg/s1600-h/batman+macys.jpg"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234088619890757042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2DBxlUaICR-SCzKXEibsdTfBxDvkk6vawpclfGglo0dQ7JsMvLtR-dATLzAW1co4o5gHou7GrUU8nLYB81QBxXZCXEB9f5hKYH9lGAWTs_Th8IFj5cdYIIIE-C1Bl9HWNvJYXRg/s320/batman+macys.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></a></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;">And TADA!!!!!! The show was A-MA-ZING. It was so amazing, I bought one of their incredibly overpriced hoodies :)</span></strong></div><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234103030177663682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="125" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgstmxkIwAl8QJFDHGvU9jARYpb1e8R-_lAWB_Id2_INfiWQBKqyi2jC3GcfruAjFUmqyP-wtqOkHoWxqK1aDyE653qHyXyznMY8vQwyIb_-GJvF7jmTXekbJUeOUTifNad3U09-w/s320/wicked.jpg" width="154" border="0" /><br /></span></strong><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;">So that was Chicago. In MO, we went swimming everyday, ate Sheridan's and Grandma's burritos and took videos of the uber cute RED. We also did this quite a few times... Read it in your head first, then get a victim to read it out loud, but be preparerd to pee your pants. I learned it from a friend during a french revision period (?)</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;">Eye arm wetawded<br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;">Eye arm wetawded</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;">Eye arm sofa king wetawded<br /><br /></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;">Get it? Did ya laugh? Ok, well that's fun to do in a big group.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;">Anyways....<br /></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;">Then I left for Oootah. We went to Yellowstone. On the first night, we (plus my aunt and uncle) went to see Oklahoma. It was pretty hilarious. I could quote my favourite line, but it wouldn't make sense to y'all.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;">Yellowstone we really serreal, especially the areas where the ground was orange or where the sides of the valley were orange and pink. It was really smelly though... Especially the Sulphur Couldron (aka The Gates of Hell). I think my little sister was about to puke it was that bad. We saw a bison roaming around. It was so cool. My sister took about 400 pictures that day, but unfortunately I don't have the camera.<br /></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;">Après ca, it was the Leishmister family reunion. That was pretty good, we ordered a 6 foot club sandwich that was massive. And there was homemade potato salad, root beer, brownies. Mmmmmm.... brownies. We played a bunch of games and then (being the rebels we are) my sister, cousin and I snuck off a whole 10 minutes early!! But the next morning we got to wake up at 5am to catch our flight. That was fun. And now I'm here and I'm ready to eat some lunch!!</span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirpHObXBCT0S4U1gEd_wrGZIfVgHlDPDCnxBTZ2d-GfoYvDqwTksRk-lpSAtyHBPuvYZvb2esqZU7lAQM_yDGqqTv7drNX29AWBGw9p3ADUIE3PNaPWRAK0pqNjEx1GsGHMKI1HA/s1600-h/Avee+the+Rockstar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234103568191063586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirpHObXBCT0S4U1gEd_wrGZIfVgHlDPDCnxBTZ2d-GfoYvDqwTksRk-lpSAtyHBPuvYZvb2esqZU7lAQM_yDGqqTv7drNX29AWBGw9p3ADUIE3PNaPWRAK0pqNjEx1GsGHMKI1HA/s320/Avee+the+Rockstar.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWZu1w5XsK8vbFXD1iZfBACKt1fMT7Xxc4-ua7FFizXHo8kieZj8Mxql00_wMzuZv6Pxt0zFQxRJ6sZtavo-KcVitNOm6tcteWpggoA01wgblYPl0ATkMNOtdY5d4gjJLlxVmYcA/s1600-h/Avee+the+RockStar2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234103557535855010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWZu1w5XsK8vbFXD1iZfBACKt1fMT7Xxc4-ua7FFizXHo8kieZj8Mxql00_wMzuZv6Pxt0zFQxRJ6sZtavo-KcVitNOm6tcteWpggoA01wgblYPl0ATkMNOtdY5d4gjJLlxVmYcA/s320/Avee+the+RockStar2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div>Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09642715735525897266noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30467262.post-55193537291828887432008-06-27T20:19:00.005+01:002008-06-27T20:51:59.299+01:00Men and their Cars, what's their problem?<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"><strong>So, I take the bus to school with Katherine and it's a 5 minute drive from home. Right next to the bus stop is a small parking lot and to get to it, you have to go up a little hill where the entrance is. WELL, my Dad pulls in and goes almost to the back and turns around so he can get out again after he lets us out. It's always been, me and Katherine, a guy my age and a girl a year younger than K, but recently there's been a boy that's about 10 coming to the bus stop and his Dad's arragant habits, drives us nuts...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"><strong>The first time we encountered him, he got to the bus stop before us and we couldn't turn into the parking lot because his car was parked on the hill ---- the <em>only</em> way to get in. We patiently waited for him to back up to let us in and we forgave him as it was his first time dropping his son off. But as we came into the parking lot, he drove back down so he was blocking the entrance. We figured he was just letting his son out and would turn out immediately after. He didn't. He stayed put until the bus came and drove off. But being the good people we are, we kept our odd looks to ourself and dismissed it.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"><strong>The next day. He was there again, blocking the entrance. We waited for him to back up. We pulled in. He drove forward again. He did it the next day. And the next. Somedays we beat him there. But instead of waiting behind us after he had turned around, he zoomed past us to resume his perch on the hill.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Finally, my Dad decided that giving him his oh-so-cold evil eye was not enough. So, as we came up to the turn and saw him on his hill, my Dad didn't slow down and wait for him this time, he turned in without putting on his brakes until the last second, there was 2 inches left between their bumpers. I think that scared the crap out of him. So now he doesn't stay on the hill anymore. However, when we beat him there, he still thinks it's right to zoom past and park in front of us. But when he beats us, we remain BEHIND him. I think he thinks his authority has been undermined, and now that he's learned that he can't be top dog in the parking lot, he must act in this arragant way. Woah, psychology evalutation alert.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"><strong>At least he doesn't drive a BMW. If we told my Mom about him and if he drove a BMW my momma would be out there in 2 seconds flat giving him a piece of her mind. She has a thing about BMW drivers :).</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Anyway, I think the guy has told his son that we're the type of people that's putting England to shame or something silly, cuz his son is a real snot to us. Or maybe it's just in his blood :)</strong></span>Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09642715735525897266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30467262.post-41751159909519462922008-06-24T20:19:00.005+01:002008-06-24T20:45:07.243+01:00Guess What Came in the Mail...<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsp-wyYabn2BBa6sADIfDbNn0G-nEiZZeyWWn8T67FdJVQHL8h6lgy3XFUvcx24eTZ6FGru5Rotq0_xcGbEeoLcTF0pfbXSgh8UIbK1MYOCgpUeubN__CYFspv-gNsm0I61yTFjw/s1600-h/PICT0594.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215531486347573282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 396px" height="372" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsp-wyYabn2BBa6sADIfDbNn0G-nEiZZeyWWn8T67FdJVQHL8h6lgy3XFUvcx24eTZ6FGru5Rotq0_xcGbEeoLcTF0pfbXSgh8UIbK1MYOCgpUeubN__CYFspv-gNsm0I61yTFjw/s320/PICT0594.JPG" width="281" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>It's PRETTY AWESOME</strong></span></div><br /><div><br /> </div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCzbEls6mCl1qCc6JQnzhee1eySM-8R2SVzpl9Ygnn8SkqgXBJj1_FcFbX690oFoaf5XVjfmfsXNGHJmcZcTWkB23l2Epvpneyhb5-8OzhPvAMaWS1fcIA5fYsxsVUOYc-ZxkJ2A/s1600-h/PICT0595.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215530602790198354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="181" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCzbEls6mCl1qCc6JQnzhee1eySM-8R2SVzpl9Ygnn8SkqgXBJj1_FcFbX690oFoaf5XVjfmfsXNGHJmcZcTWkB23l2Epvpneyhb5-8OzhPvAMaWS1fcIA5fYsxsVUOYc-ZxkJ2A/s320/PICT0595.JPG" width="245" border="0" /></a></div></span></strong></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;">You will be seeing me and Gina wearing them when you pick us up from the airport :-D Cool or embarassing? Hmmmmm....</span></strong></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>I know what I think!</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Look, it gets better ----></strong></span> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215534969416009986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="289" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheEtN_sOn5Fo_td6ooSMYj-liEvvrRHSwfC20Gy8e2QOBtArAgj01XZdZNMusHdWrUWnzGr7YQB0da47SEGp1Cjnat7lk8zGuioQQ43Q9YKuKfq5yMU6xKuItXJpaQOq1IaPWxCQ/s320/PICT0598.JPG" width="386" border="0" /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>(It's gone a bit weird because I was balancing on some boxes in a closet in the middle of day and the t-shirt was on one of those gym balls :-))</strong><br /></span></div></div>Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09642715735525897266noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30467262.post-37675484131337070512008-05-24T12:34:00.004+01:002008-05-24T14:15:11.580+01:00D of E<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Remember the picture of my boots a few posts ago? Well they still look as good as new. I also wore my bright white marshmallow waterproof -- which later became how my group was distincted. And my Dad got me a cool sunhat. It was reversable.<br /><br />Katherine had previously done the same walk that I was about to do and she assured me of how easy it was. 'Oh, you're gonna die! That walk was <em>so</em> hard, I couldn't move for a week. It was harder than my bronze walk, harder than my silver walk and harder than my gold.' I stopped her before she could go on.<br /><br />When my friend Bethany and I had arrived in the parking lot, our teachers had to check our bags and confiscated anything that they thought was useless ie. tubs of chocolate cake and tubes of pringles... They also 'weighed' our bags by picking them up. I decided to take advantage of one of the teacher's stupidity when he asked me...<br /><br />'So what do you have in your bag?'<br />'Baked beans'<br />'Baked beans?? Your not supposed to have cans, they're far too heavy.'<br />'Oh it's not in a can.'<br />'What's it in'<br />'A ziploc bag'<br />'Ewww, gross. That will leak <em>everywhere</em>.'<br />'No it's ok, I duct taped it up around the edges.'<br />'You're weird.'<br /><br />Later we told him that we, in fact, did <em>not</em> have baked beans in our bag. A look of relief passed across his face, but to cover up his gullable-ness he said 'I wouldn't put it past you.'<br />Sure.<br /><br />The teachers gave us the basic safety talk. What to do if someone falls over. Not to talk to strangers. You can't buy anything from the shops. And don't get a cake from the nice old man in the caravan.<br /><br />As we were told we could leave, we set off feeling good. 10 minutes later, we were all scratching our heads wondering where the heak we were supposed to go. We were looking for a reservoir and we were right above a hill and couldn't quite see what was over the top. Bethany said 'I'm pretty sure the reservoir is right there, right where we can't see anything.' She said it in a completely serious tone and she seemed to know what she was talking about, so kept going. Oh what fools we were.<br /><br />Finally we figured out that we were not going the right way. We turned around and I decided to have a go at navigating. We saw the resevoir about 15 minutes later, approximately 7 minutes from our starting point... We all had a 'Wahoo' session and carried on. Little did we know that that would be the easiest part of our walk.<br /><br />About an hour later, we stopped for lunch where all the teachers were. We sat down to our squashed sandwiches, warm water and bruised apples. And 10 feet away, the teachers ordered a burger I'm sure just to rub it in our face. After finding out that 2 groups had already passed us we set off again with instructions from Mr. Burger Breath.<br /><br />Then came the woods. We <em>thought</em> we were lost right as we got to a huge hill. So we went back down an immensely steep hill only to find 20 minutes later that the huge hill that we stopped at, was the one to go up. So we had to go back up the immensely steep hill and the huge hill, and a few more after that. Everyone hated that forest afterwards...<br /><br />A few more hours of getting lost, groups over taking us and constantly eating chocolate (for energy purposes) we came to a sign that said 'Gradbach.' Our campsite. Another 'Wahoo' session. Only, there was no campsite. There were 2 tents in a tiny field and because we all go to a private school and had the mathmatical knowledge that 87 people would not fit in 2 tents and not make a sound, we were befuddled once again.<br /><br />We turned back to find another group approaching us and told them we had no idea what to do. Boy were we wrong to say a <u>word</u> to THAT group. They were all the glamour chick/ popular/ never had to do anything themselves Grumps from Grouchville. As they came up to the tiny campsite we said to them, 'That's not it.' One of them turned around and said 'YOU'RE the ones who are following US!' After a lot more of guiding them to the position we were in then and huffy girls being huffy girls, one of them turned around and whispered 'Sorry' to us.<br /><br />30 minutes later we collapsed on the campsite. We tried to set up our tent, but the wind was blowing so hard Bethany practically got blown away. The group of idiots next to us (they really are idiots) pointed and laughed at us. What kind of people do that? One of the nice ones came over and helped us after so we forgave him.<br /><br />Everyone had brought flip flops with them to bum around the campsite with, but because it was so cold we all wore socks with them. It's an attractive look. We visited our friends down the hill and such. And a few hours later we 'went to bed.' Around midnight we got out of our tent to see some other friends and we were about to go see the group down the hill when we saw a green light heading towards us. Bethany said 'Mike, you're hurting my eyes put your flashlight down.' Then an angry voice said 'GET TO BED!' We were one of the first to get told off so we scurried back to our tent and listened to him getting more angry. Teehee.<br /><br />6am start. Made oatmeal. I had to clean the pots. Enough said.<br /><br />We were the 2nd group to set off (we decided we needed it or else we would surely be last). But the teachers didn't stagger the groups very well and within 8 minutes a group of guys passed us. It was The Idiots. As they stopped to take off their jackets one of them said, 'You all look like s***.' We thanked him dearly and carried on.<br /><br />When we were walking through a couple of fields a sheep started baa-ing at us. Then the one next to it did. Then the one on the other side of us did. Pretty soon the entire field was booing us away. As we were heading out of the field we noticed a particularly bold one who was right near the gateway we had to get through. At that point we were in 2 groups about 10 feet apart. The sheep's head followed the first group as it passed. Then as we were coming past, its head couldn't decide which one to follow, so it went back and forth then settled on following our every move. We were very glad to get out of that field. But it wasn't over yet...<br /><br />Just outside of the gateway, we were looking at the map deciding which way to go. Everyone had their back to the wall and as I turned around to face where we had just come from, the sheep was standing in the gate way. It was like a scary movie. My mouth dropped and I pointed. Everyone turned around and the sheep started to charge. We all did a bit of a squeal and jumped back. The sheep got scared and ran into another field.<br /><br />THEN (!) As I was peering through to see the evil sheep, I saw another running in our direction. I assumed it was running to see one of it's sheep friends. But it kept coming. Eventually after it passed all of the sheep and I knew it was running for us, I went behind the wall and everyone else went in the opposite direction. The sheep's head popped out. It turned it's head to me and gave me evils so I jumped up and ran before it could eat me. I guess it thought we were a bit boring and turned around. It sounds a bit pathetic, running from a sheep. But it was SCA-RY.<br /><br />After the sheep fiasco we discovered it was the EASIEST WALK EVER. You couldn't get lost if you tried. It was basically: follow the path, cross the road, follow the path and voila! It was a bit boring and my feet were killing me. So to cheer myself up we all sang 'She'll be comin' round the mountain' for half an hour. We got to the carpark EARLY!! And because I called my Mom on my phone --which is still lost by the way-- and told her we would be early, my Papi was already there. Then during the car ride home he couldn't get me to shutup about everything.<br /><br /></strong></span><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"><strong>And that was only a practice.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"><strong>GEEZ THAT WAS A LONG POST</strong></span></div>Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09642715735525897266noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30467262.post-45971482173004975592008-05-21T21:29:00.006+01:002008-05-21T22:13:40.923+01:00Note to Self:<span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">When making to-do lists, don't be vague.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Within the last three days I have realized that I have misplaced my mobile phone. I brought it with me to D of E (more to come on this) and had it right to the end. I checked my school bag, my blazer, my charger, my dresser, my coat pockets, my parent's cars. Then I noticed a small 'To Do' list on my desk.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">It said <strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">'Hand in phone -Check</span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo1bKts5hKlS8c_eb-eibSG5ymdFukexgy9_-z5dL-_PnuaXQeOHj-a6-Sz8cUclSJX5ZkIAEST3SKcIiN1oywE5y8an59XCC_ATOgtFz9IbuSz4OxTA4FwbVBTDLw2KnPz_-MWQ/s1600-h/check.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></a><a href="http://www.sharonbulova.com/bulova%20graphics/check1.gif" target="_top"></a><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">'</span></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">The only problem is, I have <em>no</em> <em>idea</em> what that means.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">For the past 2 days I've been trying to say 'Hand in phone' with different emphasis on different words/ syllables/ beats. I've been looking for a hidden meaning. I've studied the handwriting to see if it really <em>is </em>mine or if i did or could have mispelled or missed out a word.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zero. Zéro. Diddley-squat.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Am I blonde? Check. </span>Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09642715735525897266noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30467262.post-60003044505680866692008-05-03T13:40:00.003+01:002008-05-03T14:56:33.894+01:00I'm 15 What do you expect?<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">I just listened to 'Drops of Jupiter.' LOVE that song. Loveitloveitloveit. Anyway, this week was interesting. Here's my story.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">Monday morning my class was told that we were going to have a sex ed lecture/ activity day on Friday. Of course being 15, everyone was really excited. Later that day my form teacher put up a list of our specific groups for Friday. I noticed one name, Sara, who I was really good friends with and decided to go downstairs and tell her (he form teacher isn't as overly efficient as mine). As soon as I opened the door, I saw her and without thinking, yelled REALLY LOUDLY, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">"SARA, I'M IN YOUR SEX ED GROUP!!"</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">The second I said that I slapped my hand across my mouth, partially because there were a lot of people in there that heard what I said, but mainly because there were 2 camouflaged teachers sat down in front of me. Luckily they were the type of teachers that had got used to all of the retarded stuff that came out of the younger generation, and frankly didn't care.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">After that, I laughed at myself for about 10 minutes, then went across to the other side of the room, where 2 of my friends were sat in the corner with their mp3 player on full blast. They said they heard me. I think it was a 'had to be there moment.' But still, I'll remember it forever and ever if I blog about it :-D</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">K is ordering a bunch of t-shirts for a holiday with her frieds, so I got an idea.... Now Gina and I are getting big, pink, rave t-shirts saying 'GEEK IN THE PINK.' If we're feeling really obnoxious we might wear them to the airport together :-D Heeeeeee. By the way, if anyone is unfamiliar with the term 'Geek in the Pink' go listen to Jason Mraz, we're obsessed with him. OBSESSED. In a good way...<br /><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">Math. Math is probably my most boring subject. Due to the teacher who forces us to sit and do algebra for an hour straight. I had some cordial stuff in a bottle on my desk the WHOLE lesson and about 10 minutes before the end of the lesson she says to me, 'Katherine, put that juice away it will spill all over the desk.' I thought to myself EXCUSE ME? a) My name isn't Katherine and b) I am not 5 years old. I felt like saying 'It's cordial ACTUALLY' but I didn't. Although I said it to Gina when she walked away. Which made her laugh, so my teacher gave us evils again :) She's a lovely woman I'm sure.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">Now if you'll excuse me, I need to watch MONK. Then Dr. Who. Then Pushing Daisies :)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span>Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09642715735525897266noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30467262.post-37112415151910649832008-04-24T20:45:00.002+01:002008-04-24T20:52:42.269+01:00Prepare Youself...<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>A picture says a 1000 words.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>And I've got LOTS!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Enjoy!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photos.php?id=1075672678"><span style="color:#ff6600;">http://www.facebook.com/photos.php?id=1075672678</span></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">I hope that link works, look at the 2 most recent albums :-D</span></strong></div>Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09642715735525897266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30467262.post-53903764527554815602008-04-15T16:41:00.005+01:002008-04-15T17:37:53.592+01:00Sore Back, Bruised Hips, Blistered Feet.... D of E Rocks!!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">D of E is kind of like a snobby english version of Girl Scouts, I guess. It stands for Duke of Edinborough, and basically you train to go on an expedition, for which you need high tech gear like hiking boots, a rucksack, a platapus, a trangia etc. etc. WELL, on Sunday we had a random 'Full Pack Walk' where you walk around for 3 hours (in my case, 4) with 1/4 of your body weight on your back with 6 other people. A week bofore it, my father and I scoured eBay for some rockin' equipment. And guess what I found...<br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Now, most people go for stuff like vomit coloured boots, vile green rucksacks, and black waterproofs. On Tuesday I got some skyblue and white hiking boots. </span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYSU_maAx3qj1Jt-e-gvrbViXBV327B5KnKYNVktrgyONRs-JdXMcgVPJD0MzNn1o6dvxWV43_y0O4YSkYoWejPTzhL3vTo38kBUV9HJFbNqbwrwnt27E1_hSW4N-ihpkmF8jC7g/s1600-h/Boots.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189503046049139922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="166" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYSU_maAx3qj1Jt-e-gvrbViXBV327B5KnKYNVktrgyONRs-JdXMcgVPJD0MzNn1o6dvxWV43_y0O4YSkYoWejPTzhL3vTo38kBUV9HJFbNqbwrwnt27E1_hSW4N-ihpkmF8jC7g/s320/Boots.jpg" width="259" border="0" /></span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">On Friday came my purple backpack.</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3mVn8x79xRIpnOseTgzjFvAmfmZ5AIrVK8PLn936EGLcr0pGID_3e95SQAMD3wkxgHL5FfL8l0CRl1nA9bOOU15egtD3_Rt_OcpUdzZnRqIrMIOaf7xze-RIfoISStXcGt3T5pA/s1600-h/Backpack.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189503050344107234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="145" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3mVn8x79xRIpnOseTgzjFvAmfmZ5AIrVK8PLn936EGLcr0pGID_3e95SQAMD3wkxgHL5FfL8l0CRl1nA9bOOU15egtD3_Rt_OcpUdzZnRqIrMIOaf7xze-RIfoISStXcGt3T5pA/s320/Backpack.jpg" width="143" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"> And on Saturday Katherine gave me her humungous, white waterproof, which, while I wore, I looked like a deflated marshmallow. I already had a decent pink jacket. Then to top it off, my Dad lent me some orange socks, I wore pink gloves and a blue hat with a bobbley bit at the top. I felt <em>very</em> cool.</span><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">When I got there, I found the rest of my group and joined them, then a teacher came along and help us fit our rucksack. One of my friends boasted that she had the entire series of Harry Potter in her rucksack. Another, the immense amount of food and 6 litres of water. The teacher was making fun of my fuzzy pink gloves. He asked me where I got them and I said '2 pounds from Claires' Then he said something about me wearing a Gor-tex crop top from claires but I didn't really hear him. I was actually wearing one from a proper shop so I said 'Ya I am!' Then everyone started laughing at me :-) </span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">All of the groups had to leave at 20 minute intervals and our time was 10:20. It was that time when we realized one of our members was missing. 10:25 - we called her. She had just left the house. 10:32 - she arrived with no socks on. 10:37 everyone was ready and we set off.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Our next delay was trying to do the elephant effect up a steep hill. It was my idea, I felt like a genius until we tried it. Each person was to hold onto one of the gazillion straps of the backpack of the person in front. As you can imagine, after a lot of chocolate, and me not being the strongest of people at the front, it didn't really work. I just about fell ontop of everyone it was that bad. Then we had another chocolate break (one of many).</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">But that wasn't NOTHIN yet. There was another hill that was practically vertical. With slippy mud. And nothing to grab onto. My friend ended up falling over 4 TIMES! Once she fell over the 1st time, she had no chance. She tried to get up, but slipped and fell over again, up, down, up, down.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">We ended up missing 2 turns in the road, but luckily, both times there was a teacher to tell us we went wrong. We seemed to be taking a long time, our problem was taking too many breaks. As we got up into the woods, where teachers wouldn't be able to guide us, I was helping one of my friends with her rucksack. The Harry Potter one. All of the weight had sagged down, and was gradually pulling her pants down with it. While I was doing this, another 2 were looking at the wooden electric fence. ????????? They claimed it had a sign on it saying 'Electric Fence' even though it was wood. Anyway, the conversation ended up on me, I can't remember how, and my Polish friend made a comment about me. She said, 'Ya, she smells a lot.' We all stared at her and said 'What?'</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">'She smells a lot' She demonstrated my smiling. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">'Ohhhhhhhhhhh, she SMILES a lot.' Hehe, it was her polish accent.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">After one of our breaks we walked for about 45 minutes and decided to take a 5 minute break. I timed it, we were very good about it. Then we got up and walked for about 5 more minutes. Then we saw a tree swing. Of course we HAD to stop and have a go, even though we <em>just</em> had a break. It was a rope with a stick on the end that was too high to sit on, so we just did a run up and swung on it by our hands. Right after I had my go, Mr Ridley - a teacher who I hear is usually moody or unpredictable showed up. I was sure he was gonna kill us. After all we were in a forest, unsupervised, swinging on a stick attatched to a thin rope with our backpacks on. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">He told us to get a move on, but by that point Harry Potter girl's sole of her shoe was about to come off so she couldn't walk anymore. We got to the top of the hill with the teacher and tried to sort it out. His walkie-talkie said something and he went, 'Ya, I found them.' They had to send out a teacher to go looking for us! We felt special. That's how late we were. We had been walking for 3 hours and still had 30 minutes to go. Plus the shoe thing took up 15 minutes. We ended up tying a shoelace around the shoe to keep it from coming off...</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">3 hours and 45 minutes. 4 hours after we <em>should</em> have left. We were the last group to return. And just as we'd finished it started to rain. It was definitely interesting.</span></p>Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09642715735525897266noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30467262.post-4004552957076928672008-04-05T14:11:00.006+01:002008-04-05T14:46:39.310+01:00General Hoo ha<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">I have an urge to blog.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">But there's so many possibilities!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">I could blog about how I almost fell off a horse yesterday.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">Or how I went tubing.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">Or K's 18th birthday bash.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">I could blog about how I've been waiting to watch Monk since I woke up.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">Or the party I went to last night. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">Maybe the piano lesson that I was supposed to have this morning.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">Or how about stomping on the garbage.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">Seeing Step Up 2</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">Moving my movie night 4 times.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">My movie night.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">English coursework.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">My birthday in 3 weeks</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">How retarted my cats are.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">How messy my room is.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">Why I'm wearing a Mickey Mouse hat.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">The fashion show I am going to tomorrow.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">My new school shoes.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">How excited I was when I got a letter in the mail.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">How disappointed I was when I found out it was from Specsavers telling me that I need to make an appointment.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">My new block of pink plastic/ wax/ glue that I got FREE in a magazine, that they call lip gloss.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">I haven't done my nails in a whole 3 days.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;">How I got 2008 on the helicopter game.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">What I had for lunch.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">How amazingly fun it was to mop the floor.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">How tall Katherine is.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">How stinky A-M's feet are (just kidding...)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">My new found amazement with tipx-ex</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">How both of my watch straps with sentimental value have broken.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">Or maybe I'll just wait for something SO amazing I'l just HAVE to blog about it...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;">And why do they <em>have</em> Webdings as a one of the few font options?</span></span>Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09642715735525897266noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30467262.post-23897449431381519162008-03-28T14:10:00.005+00:002008-03-28T14:43:07.317+00:00That Darn Cath<span style="color:#663366;"></span><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I went to my Mom's shop today for the second time this week. Usually she brings the other two, but they wouldn't be able to wake up at noon, forget 8am. I brought 2 CD cases, gum and my English coursework concerning 'Children growing up too quickly.' We have to write to Argue/ Persuade/ Advise; one of the dreaded triplets... </span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">During the car ride somehow my Mom sarted talking about that kind of stuff, so when I got to the shop, I wrote down as much as I could remember.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;">Later that day, Cath, the infamous old lady that is a regular customer came in and asked about school and homework. Then I said, 'Well actually I have some english coursework under the counter that I'm doing. I have to write an argumentative piece in response to "Children growing up too quickly." And I'm saying yes.' Now, a <em>normal </em>70 year old lady, that is supposed to hobble around and wear their plastic bandanas for rainy days in England would have said something like, 'That's nice' and carried on with life. But this is Cath, who drinks Vodka and cranberry juice on a regular basis and once burst into the shop yelling 'IS THE POPE CATHOLIC?!' She is a hoot, as my Mom describes her. She always has something to talk about, opinions to share, horrendous stories from 50 years ago, or from the day before. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;">WELL, she starts going on and on about how that is NOT the case, kids are growing up too slowly. And she mentioned something about her Dad having long trousers when he was 14 (?). Anyway, she asked where my Mom was and I said 'Oh, she just sneaked across the street to talk to a friend.'</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;">'The protein shop?' I nod. 'The ENEMY???!!' I nod.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;">Finally, my Mom's employee walks in and then <em>they</em> start arguing about my essay. Then my Mom walked in and all 3 of them do. It was quite the sight. I don't think you could get 3 more interesting and completely opposite characters in England, in one room together.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;">'They have to stay in school till they're 30 nowadays!'</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;">'Yes, but that doesn't make them grow up slower, it just means they're cleverer.' Is cleverer a word?</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;">'But kids now days are drinking and blowing out their livers by the time they're 20 or 30.'</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;">I wonder who said which...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;">Now my opinions have changed, I am agreeing with that darn Cath, kids are growing up too slowly. :-)</span></strong>Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09642715735525897266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30467262.post-726370800942195782008-03-23T16:42:00.006+00:002008-03-23T17:42:14.982+00:00It can only mean 1 thing - I'm on Vacation!!!<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;">I suppose I deserve that slap on the wrist :-) But it's only been a month and a half. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;">I got out of school on Wednesday and I have been meaning to blog but I thought I didn't have anything to blog about. Then last night, I wrote in my diary and was recalling the last few days. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;">Tuesday: I had Business Studies for my last two lessons, and as it was our last EVER lessons of that term, Mr. M decided we could have a cake day (we bring in huge amounts of sugar in forms of cakes, chocolate etc.), 'cause he's cool. So, that night I made some brownies. They are legendary, if I may say so, but only a few know it's actually from a convenient Costco mix. I just say they taste exceptionally good because they are made with luuuuuuuve. After my dreadfully exciting french lesson, I rushed over to Business Studies with my bag of brownies. I realized then that I still had my huge (and I mean HUGE) orange that I forgot to eat at lunch. I started rolling it around and in the end I got it confiscated, oh I am such a rebel!! Then my entire class went hyper. It was rather funny.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;">Wednesday: The last, pointless 3 hours of school (9am - 12). We had an 'Easter Quiz' and my team was utterly rubbish. It came second to last in the ENTIRE SCHOOL and there were at least 20 or 30 teams! One of the questions was 'What disney film does the song 'Zippity doo dah' come from?' I'm sorry, but who knows stuff like that? If you do, it's probably because you are much more intelligent than all of the students at my school. Anyway... Then we had this huge, long, boring, have-to-clap-a-lot assembly and went home.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;">After, I went to a friends house and had beans on toast for lunch. Then my friend's Gran practically forced me to play something on the piano. I didn't know anything to play, so she pulled out a book and I failed miserably trying to sight-read 'Memory.' When I was done she said 'You did very well' then got up and played some insanely difficult piece of music... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;">Thursday: Thursday was a nothing day, a day necessary to start off the holidays. Basically, you wake up at 11am, go downstairs and watch TV. An hour or so later, you attempt to make some sort of breakfast then watch more TV. It was simply wonderful. But I couldn't do it for more than a day. I would be afraid of my brain frying; not that being on the computer for hours would have the same effect or anything...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;">Friday: This was sort of do-something-productive-then-watch-some-TV day. Then my Mom came home had a sudden urge to go to Cheshire Oaks (a place with shops, restaurants, bowling alley and a cinema). We spent about 10 minutes deciding what to watch. Us kids got tickets to see 'Meet the Spartans' - a spoof of 300. Then we walked over to Borders, which takes about 5 minutes, and it was FREEZING. My Mom practically lives in Borders. We spent about 30 minutes there, as a result, I now have three new books I would like. After, we went to eat at Chiquitos, and overpriced, snooty mexican place. The kid's meals have twice as much food for half the price. I warned my Mom that last time we went, we left angry, but I didn't mind too much because I really like Mexican food. So we order our food and Mom gets a side of onion rings for about 2.50 (pounds - there doesn't seem to be a pound sign on this keyboard). The side consisted of a grand total of: 5 onion rings!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;">Next, we walked back to Borders. I think all together we did about 6 lengths of that walk between the restaurants & cinema to Borders. The movie was good, except I was kind of put off by the fact that the main character - a Spartan (big, tough, fearless men) was the gay guy off of 'The Class.' My parents movie lasted an hour and a half longer than hours, so we went to Frankie and Benny's and spent an hour there ordering and eating dessert. A-M and I ending up annoying the (I just went on thesaurus.com to find another word for 'crap,' would 'meadow muffin' be inappropriate?') heck out of Katherine.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;">And today, well it's Easter Sunday. Basically it's been church, chocolate, cake, waffles, blog. Time for dinner!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ffff;">It seems I have missed out Saturday. Oh well, must not have been very interesting.</span></strong>Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09642715735525897266noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30467262.post-48786055548953802582008-02-08T19:31:00.000+00:002008-02-08T20:49:01.926+00:00Worthy Blog Material<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"><strong>So, Grandma's in the living room mending my blazer, A-M is watching TV, Mom's asleep, Dad's on the computer and Katherine's in Africa. So it's all pretty normal around here (Except for the Katherine bit, obviously). My blog subject: Netball Game. After reading this, I have come to the conclusion that you need your brain switched ON to understand this...<br /><br />Netball is basically basket ball except you can't bounce the ball - unless it's a bounce pass. So it was our last game of the year, firstly we had to do skills and we learned 'zone marking'. This is when, at the centre pass all of the defenders of one team huddle around the shooting circle. Then when the shooters of the opposing team (one always stays in the circle) try to get in the shooting circle the defenders try to block them out. This is the amusing part... All of the defenders move around the circle depending on which way other shooter is trying to get in. They are supposed to hold their arms above their heads and in the words of my teacher 'look aggressive.' The demonstration was hilarious because no one knew what they were doing and in the end the shooter is supposed to get so frustrated that they just barge into one of the defenders. But then they would be pulled up for contact. It's all very complicated<br /><br />Then of course we all had to have a go ourselves.. I decided that sound effects were necessary for the attitude of being aggressive. So everyone in our group joined in. It was quite a site. With the wavy-arms-above-the-head and the groans and side stepping together with a shooter about to headbutt one of them. I thought I should share that with you.<br /><br />Well, I get beaten up when there are sports including balls, by the balls. I remember one volleyball lesson I ducked because the ball was somewhere and got hit anyway, I got smacked in the face and two balls flew at me at once. I of course found it very amusing, as did my teacher. I think she felt sorry for me and raised my effort grade a little. Anyway, I am moving off the subject. Balls + Me = Comical Injuries. Except in netball. I'm good at netball. Netball is the one sport I can do...<br /><br />So I'm partnered with one of my pals and of course she is A-MAZ-ING at netball, she's pretty tall. I end up in the shooting circle (as a defender) and the other one has been pulled up for contact therefore cannot move until a pass has been made. So it's up to me. Somehow the shooters pass to each other but they miss and it rolls off into my direction, but I still have to run and get it. Now, around the circle are other people trying to get the ball too, but they aren't allowed into the circle hence the standing around it. I dive for the ball before it gets to them, but then I recall skidding into them, then the ball somehow manages to rebound off my face and into the opposing teams hands. How it ended up going into my face, I have no idea. That's number 1.<br /><br />Number 2: The centre pass. As a joke Annie, my tall, good at netball pal holds the back of my bib without me realizing as the whistle goes for the centre pass. Then I take a step in and want Sophie to pass to me so I yell 'SOPH-' I get pulled back and therefore choked so I can't finish her name. THEN Annie runs in front of me and catches the ball that was supposed to go to me. I was still going 'Huh? Wha? Hey wait a-' But EVERYONE heard my sort of strangled noise and saw Annie do this. So then Annie had to give the ball to me :-) And I think was told that 'violence is not the answer.' We gave each other fake evils and laughed at ourselves and the game carried on.<br /><br />Number 3: Rebound! Annie was supposed to mark me and I was supposed to mark her, so when I found I wasn't with her I looked around for her and spotted her. I ran to her and had nearly reached her when the ball was being passed to her. So, being the amazing netball player that I am (...) I tried to intercept. Annie and I simultaneously jumped in the air, grabbed for the ball and we landed really close to each other. She managed to get the ball but because she was bigger, as we landed, I rebounded of her hip and went FLYING and landed on the floor, again. Then Annie got told off for violence again which I thought was quite funny. And then I got the ball again. Funny how them things work out, innit?</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">I just read this through and most of it doesn't make sense, so just try your best. I guess it's a sort of 'Had to be there' moments.</span></strong>Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09642715735525897266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30467262.post-33209256917415013352008-02-01T17:53:00.000+00:002008-02-01T18:22:03.062+00:00How hard can it be? It's only the wrong side of the road...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">So my Mom and Grandma pick me up from school. Grandma's driving. As soon as we got out of the school parking lot I knew I was going to be amused by all of the things they would say.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">NOTE: Wind shield wipers are repeated many times because it's England and it was raining on and off every 2 minutes.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">M: Go left here. Shift. So just the three of us were going to go out to eat- Wind shield wipers... but then I went to Marks and Spencers so we aren't anymore. Turn left here.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">G: Left? Right he-</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">M: No, left</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">G: Right here? </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">M: Yes. Shift. Curb!!!! You should have seen here before. Guess what car overtook her?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">Me: BMW</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">M: Yup. Windshield wipers. So I honked at him then he put on his breaks. It was even in a no passing zone!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">G: Ya but road rage-</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">M: I know but he needs to know not-shift-to mess with me. Turn right here.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">G: Right here? </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">M: Shift. SHIFT!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">G: I'm shifti-</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">M: Curb!! </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">G: Well, She got some sushi</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">M: Ya but it's for me</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">G: Us</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">M: ME! Sushi's MY thing.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">G: Okay!...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">M: Wind shield wipers. Curb!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">*Hits the curb*</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">Silence</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">Me: Well I've had eel once. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">M: Shift.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">Well there's a little snippet...</span>Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09642715735525897266noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30467262.post-26851181430484954112008-01-23T21:17:00.000+00:002008-01-25T18:33:40.333+00:00Who's that Cutie Patootie??<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVRP7BP1F1hq8ASCtfMHabQ-QDANMG2jJ_mHJrkXYjPeEEmL5t4ZRNMmHW-7KA4bdtRA1vodieLBQTsQvJAn9Fd_BsHEBEFU6UhzR4Iup5Dy6DaY5Cx8_mAtZyqcroQJoZJLrpkg/s1600-h/AverySue.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159483042817669122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 349px" height="320" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVRP7BP1F1hq8ASCtfMHabQ-QDANMG2jJ_mHJrkXYjPeEEmL5t4ZRNMmHW-7KA4bdtRA1vodieLBQTsQvJAn9Fd_BsHEBEFU6UhzR4Iup5Dy6DaY5Cx8_mAtZyqcroQJoZJLrpkg/s320/AverySue.jpg" width="179" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGIpgJtQzZ11LMQvdBQ5L3moh2eH9ZiCfyypi3ef0V_sZtoZTrbJ0GmT0fNhGba4T2GYPGrQf9-jcw_5YX8rI_mO_B4mZgJYGBFGmyb6zvCfdIIbBLjPkq2hgGNkR3MbWjFdBYUw/s1600-h/AverySue2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159482445817214962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px" height="334" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGIpgJtQzZ11LMQvdBQ5L3moh2eH9ZiCfyypi3ef0V_sZtoZTrbJ0GmT0fNhGba4T2GYPGrQf9-jcw_5YX8rI_mO_B4mZgJYGBFGmyb6zvCfdIIbBLjPkq2hgGNkR3MbWjFdBYUw/s320/AverySue2.jpg" width="236" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09642715735525897266noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30467262.post-24581872673672388962008-01-22T19:38:00.000+00:002008-01-22T19:49:34.430+00:00You Know when Grandma is here when...<ul><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>My room is clean</strong></span></li><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>We have American goodies are stacked up to the ceiling.</strong></span></li><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>The laundry room has been taken over</strong></span></li><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>The best potato salad in the world is being served at out table (that hasn't happned yet but IT WILL).</strong></span></li><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>'You Raise Me Up' is coming from the piano.</strong></span></li><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>There is generally peace throughout the house.</strong></span></li><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Someone is looking for shoe polish in the fridge (apparently).</strong></span></li><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Katherine is sleeping in the living room.</strong></span></li><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>My Mom is calling 'Mom!' frequently (very strange expirience!).</strong></span></li></ul>Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09642715735525897266noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30467262.post-45930710541605689292008-01-16T21:07:00.000+00:002008-01-16T21:27:24.485+00:00Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>1. Ok, maybe I lied about that whole 'one of a few posts' thing, I got distracted, that's all. By Christmas and such. And by big Math books I had to memorize for my mock-mock-mocks (ie major xams called GCSE's, the final exa,s before these are called mocks. I hae another year until my real mocks so I just had my mock-mock-mocks, make sense? Ya, right.).<br /><br />2. It is official - I am obsessed with this girl. not by <em>her</em> more her CD, partially her. If I'm not listening to it, then I am singing it or humming it or singing it in my head. Which isn't so bad if I'm in a tediously boring physics lesson, it's annoying when I'm trying to sleep, or when I'm in a Maths exam...<br /></strong></span><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156186358104678258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSUOFoykx69Y8TZks2cucUHHewIdfOu5hgWY1tyQup3-3MRG2cGTuW94u8o9UAs3OZ5W3CZNdjZWfCVAiaTNxJ-IDSsKWAteZQMIhYxFkAdPLMeUPIIm0-lEH0hKzPdnoBWVTohQ/s320/biancaryan.jpg" border="0" />3. I think I have just had a very mature awakening - but that doesn't necessarily mean I am more mature. I have decided that rather than just blogging and keeping a diary, I am going to have a yearly 'Memories' scrapbook and box :-) I've just done my first page. I've also decided that when I see something really cool in a magazine, I won't just think, 'Hey, that's really cool,' but I am going to rip it out. And do something with it. Lamenate it. Frame it. Scan it. Blow it up. Stick in my Fashion/ (new) Interests sketchbook. Sketcn it. Copy it. The possibilities are endless!!</strong></span></p><p><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>4. One of my new years Resolutions is to blog more frequently. So, next time you see me and I have not done so, I give you permission to slap me on the wrist, then I can blog about it :-)</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>5. I just got a new library card. And I get to put it next to my new bank card. Next to my YMCA card that may or may may not have my real name on it. In my 88c wallet. I get really excited when I get official stuff with my name on it. </strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>6. And now the finale of my confessions for the night...</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>IT'S PAST MY BEDTIME!</strong></span></p><strong><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"></span></strong>Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09642715735525897266noreply@blogger.com2