<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:05:14.936+13:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='Logan'/><category term='2009'/><category term='Beautiful'/><category term='Kell'/><category term='PS3'/><category term='babysitting'/><category term='Amaya'/><category term='Family'/><category term='suspence'/><category term='intro'/><category term='camera whore'/><category term='Chris'/><category term='whore'/><category term='party'/><category term='Poor Knights'/><category term='BFFL'/><category term='Fish'/><category term='mates'/><category term='Water'/><category term='Kevin'/><category term='coke'/><category term='Snorkelling'/><category term='Leekspin'/><category term='everything'/><category term='Besties'/><category term='Dive'/><category term='Best friends'/><category term='Beach'/><category term='TK'/><category term='Boat'/><category term='mall'/><category term='Weather'/><category term='Matt'/><category term='afghans'/><category term='projector'/><category term='Robert Pattinson'/><category term='Diving'/><category term='Cornwallis'/><category term='Sunburn'/><category term='Kaitlyn'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Pin-Up Paper Rockstars</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>302</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-1367057564521932022</id><published>2012-02-01T21:49:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T21:58:58.173+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive me friend for I have sinned</title><content type='html'>You know it really has been too long, though i suppose this makes sense, seeing as to how we parted terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could spend a thousand words trying to explain what happened&lt;br /&gt;Explaining the truth of it all&lt;br /&gt;Explaining why you shouldn't hate me&lt;br /&gt;But by now I suppose that all seems rather futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any damage to our relationship has been done, and rightly i don't expect it to fix. Which really is quite disappointing, having you meant allot to me. I knew I could always count on you. But like I said, it doesn't seem this will patch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not writing you this to make you feel guilty, to get you back, or even to talk to you. I'm writing you this to tell you one very simple thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for everything that happened between us, though I don't know how to make it up to you. I know I'll never get you back, but I just don't want you to hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ttfn&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-1367057564521932022?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/1367057564521932022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/1367057564521932022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2012/02/forgive-me-sister-for-i-have-sinned.html' title='Forgive me friend for I have sinned'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11045372638549062951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xXfFjCAWAkE/SsSV6Wd02bI/AAAAAAAAAOM/_hR2MeujBMk/S220/l_0de9e7b4eb064bd1bebce6ffeab7383a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-5793157798733945133</id><published>2011-12-21T22:26:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T22:38:09.616+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym Venting</title><content type='html'>Do you want to see my new bikini?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is, yes, you do. But you can't.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I haven't been to the &lt;b&gt;fucking&lt;/b&gt; gym this week yet. &lt;u&gt;ARGH&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to go today, because Mum was going shopping Henderson, which conveniently is where my gym is located, but first the faggot from the Supreme Car Sales place in Glen Eden didn't call my mum, then he took fuckin' ages to call her back, poured citrus-y water all over the seats and blamed someone else, and didn't fully service the car. Then when we picked it up it was awfully exciting so mum had to call insurance but they had to call her back so in the mean time we &lt;b&gt;finally&lt;/b&gt; got around to watching the 1st episode of Downton Abbey season 2 (Thank youuuu MySky) over lunch. After that we had to empty out the Orangovan (R.I.P) so it could get towed, then mum had a play around with the new car (A cute lavender coloured Nissan March).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we actually left but by then it was like 430pm and Josh was meant to get to the mall at about 6 so I could buy him some jeans for Christmas, and mum was gving me a lift home and didn't want to be there that long, so I didn't want to waste much time, and I knew I'd take ages at the gym because I get into it when I'm there, so I was like, no, 'cause by the time we got there it was about 5pm. Turns out Josh only left work at 6 anyway, and it was 7 by the time he'd stopped by my place to pick up something I'd forgotten to bring to the mall.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was in a grumpy mood because I'd planned on going to the gym the entire day and I let it out on my little sister in front of her friend ~bitch bitch bitch~ (that was not her friends name) and I treated Josh how I treat Byron on a good day (Shit, but in a good way).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Josh some nice jeans, got some Chinese food, came home, and wrapped the last of my Christmas shopping while watching Hot In Cleaveland.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day ended with an hour on Crash Bandicoot 1. I don't know why the PS1 ate a shit when I last hooked it up (Oh yes, I play PS1), but all I knew was that PS1 games work in the PS3, = Crash Bandicoot 1 would work on the 92" projector screen the PS3's hooked up to. Okay so it kinda does, but the graphics are so shit, it makes me cry in happiness to remember how awesome my childhood was.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest it's not even a proper childhood... We only got the PS1 like 5 years ago :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if this post is wacky looking btw, I'm using my limited HTML knowledge to type it up, seeing as Blogspot isn't giving me the option to type it up using the normal thing.. Only the HTML bit.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guts bo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;S x&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ Oh yes, I know how to put italics in HTML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-5793157798733945133?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/5793157798733945133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/12/gym-venting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/5793157798733945133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/5793157798733945133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/12/gym-venting.html' title='Gym Venting'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-6908235289388318983</id><published>2011-12-15T22:28:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T22:47:05.507+13:00</updated><title type='text'>MANDDI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;THERE'S 104 DAYS OF SUMMER VACATION AND SCHOOL COMES ALONG JUST TO END IT...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Except there's no more school &lt;b&gt;FUCK YEAH.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I shouldn't actually still be awake at 1030pm, because I have to be up at 530am, because I stupidly volunteered to work the 7am shift tomorrow morning. *gag* At least it means I get to finish early (get your minds out of the gutter you filthy slags), and then I can go to the gym -yay motivation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But the reason I'm awake at 1030 posting this blog is because I can't be awake any later because I need sleep even though I really should stay awake until midnight to be the first to wish my &lt;b&gt;BEST FRIEND AMANDA THE BEST. 18TH, EEEVVVEERRRR!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://anybodythere.net/yabbfiles/Attachments/happy-birthday.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://anybodythere.net/yabbfiles/Attachments/happy-birthday.gif" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.desitub.com/d/birthday/birthday_173.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.desitub.com/d/birthday/birthday_173.gif" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 334px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkcgv4Bu2Y1qc1964o1_400.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkcgv4Bu2Y1qc1964o1_400.gif" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacephotos.com/Images/Birthday/6.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myspacephotos.com/Images/Birthday/6.gif" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;AMANDA YOU ARE THE LOVLIEST PERSON I KNOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/382807_2800973466275_1316727989_33130305_1121375186_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/382807_2800973466275_1316727989_33130305_1121375186_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 608px; height: 712px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Okay I know Tate might not agree with that (insert multiple other peoples' names here), but really, I'm pretty stoked you think I'm alright, because in all honestly, you're probably the most fantastic person I know (Well one of them, if I say you're THE MOST fantastic person, Byron will cry).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Amaaaanda is aaalways there for me whenever I need her, I don't think we've really ever fought about anything before (I'M SORRY I WAS SO USELESS AT GIVING YOUR PURSE BACK IT'S SO PRETTY AND HONEST I JUST FORGOT TO GIVE IT BACK I'M SORRY I LEANT IT TO MY SISTER I'M SORRY AMANDA I LOVE YOU I'LL GIVE IT BACK SATURDAY I PROMISE PROMISE PROMISE &lt;b&gt;I DO BELIEVE IN FAIRIES&lt;/b&gt;), we get drunk a lot, go on camping trips, and now we're going to do some laser striking, which, in all fairness, will be FAN FUCKING TASTIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She's so beautiful in every way possible even if she goes out of her way to make sure Brendan Urie is around every corner I walk &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She's kind and funny and has fantastic book/tv show/movie taste (except for Vampire Diaries Heheheh), and we have awesome girly moments, and go shopping together, and bitch together, and get CARAMEL LATTES AND BREAD AND DIPS WITH EXTRA BREAD MOTHER FUCKERRRRR!!@!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Amanda I hope you have the most beautiful day with shitloads of cake and heaps of presents with totally HEAPS of things that you've ALWAYS wanted (except the ticket to Soundwave NUUUUUUUUU) and Makenzie isn't a little cunt and you get to sleep in and drink lots of coffee and I'll try come and see you after work [but I think mum's taking the car to get a warrant or something so I might not be able to :( LET ME KNOW i'll text you :D] but if I don't HAVE AN AMAZING DAY and I'll take you out to lunch one day next week and I hope you like the present I got you and I AM EXCITE FOR LAZUR TAGGG oh yeeahhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ohhh Amandaaaa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I know our love is new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I baaaarely know yaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm falling over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's the waaaay you dooo the thiiiings you doooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That maaake me faaaall in loveee with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Are you in love with meeeeee, tooo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(YES!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY MY BEAUTIFUL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU ARE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/211/9/0/__fucking_awesome___gif_by_jantofan-d4247jx.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/211/9/0/__fucking_awesome___gif_by_jantofan-d4247jx.gif" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 499px; height: 232px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(.. oh fuck yes, I found that gif.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Lots of love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Serena xoxoxoxoxooxoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-6908235289388318983?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/6908235289388318983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/12/manddi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/6908235289388318983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/6908235289388318983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/12/manddi.html' title='MANDDI'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-1331896668689666533</id><published>2011-11-29T09:48:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T10:20:30.157+13:00</updated><title type='text'>the finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Exams are over, everyone's made plans or applied for uni, yet it's all not really sunk in yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to walk home from intermediate school - it would take 20 minutes max - and I used to think it would take AGES. But in my head, to get over how long it'd take, I'd think of things in the distant future to help me pass the time, because I knew eventually they'd happen, and walking home was a tiny  amount of time compared to that between then and what I was thinking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The furtherest away moment in my life I could think of and see myself doing when I was 11, was going to University, so of course that crossed my mind one day while I was walking home. To be honest it scared the shit out of me so I instantly pushed it out of my head and focussed on how I had badminton that afternoon instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never could've seen myself having this many friends, this many opportunities, a job like this, my licence, the experiences I've had, this kind of relationship with my parents.. Hell, I never saw myself really in much of a relationship at all, but someone I've managed to maintain them for pretty decent lengths of time throughout high school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always knew I wanted to study overseas at some point. I wanted to do an exchange while I was in high school, but no idea how I'd ever afford it. I wanted to be a landscape architect, which is why I took graphics and horticulture in year10. Discovered it was shit, so fucked that idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got into Landscape Architecture anyway for 2012, decided to take a gap year, so now I'll have to reapply next year. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My last day of primary was pretty memorable, too. My teacher, Mr Carter, was wearing a funny Santa tie, and he got really angry, but no one took him seriously... because he was wearing a funny Santa tie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said to my parents, "Oh my gosh, in 2 years I'll be in HIGH SCHOOL!" and they just laughed, looked a bit shocked, and told me to make the most of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Course I didn't listen, school is school, you're supposed to hate it until you have to leave, then you wish you hadn't spent so much time telling everyone to go fuck themselves because they enjoyed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, until year8, I was a bit of a nightmare. I mean okay I still was until maybe year11 when life started settling in and I kinda grew into my own body, but still. I think year7 was the height of my obnoxiousness. Then year8 came along and suddenly I had friends, which was weird, 'cause I was always too weird to have friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad always told me high school got better as you got older, and I never believed him 'cause I didn't like the idea of having to do NCEA.  But it's true, year11, 12 and 13 were probably the 3 best years of my life so far, overall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During high school we tend to grow into the kind of people we'll be for the rest of our lives, around the same group of people, and experience things with all of them. I wish I could thank each and every person who influenced me during high school, but I really couldn't. So, as Vlad said, thank for going through some of the best - any maybe worse - moments of my life, as we all went through MAGS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's time to move on to the next chapter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsyhx6xzsQ1qca4ez.gif" border="0" alt="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 252px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-1331896668689666533?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/1331896668689666533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/11/finale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/1331896668689666533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/1331896668689666533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/11/finale.html' title='the finale'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-5948591684579431431</id><published>2011-11-16T22:09:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T23:17:04.868+13:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;I really love this song right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UAWcs5H-qgQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Also discovered that I really really miss playing lacrosse, what with the summer boys league coming up, and all this talk about the teams next year. I wish I tried out for it earlier, like I was going to :( Sucks I got Shingles, too.. there goes half the season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I think it's all this lacrosse stuff Olivia's putting on&lt;a href="http://laxinthesun.tumblr.com/"&gt; her tumblr&lt;/a&gt;, which is making me miss it lots. Damnit Olivia! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Might join a girls lax club next year, just for the hell of it :) Oh no, that means I need to actually buy a stick.. It's ok though, cause Jo (bless her) gave me some of her old soccer boots, and my dad bought me a mouth guard for this season :) So I'm pretty much set.. apart from a stick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Oh and my youngest sister is going to MAGS next year, which is crazy 'cause she's always going to be 8 to me. But she wants to join lax, too. So she'll end up taking my stick and coming to all our throw arounds, and Tania will end up stealing her from me :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;/heartbreak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BN6R_AXxvVo/TsOJnuBVnzI/AAAAAAAAC4A/9bhBAExgI3I/s400/tumblr_lrxsl20lk11ql1j79o1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675531270878502706" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Also think I'm going to be a bit of a freakout horror teen once I turn 18, especially after all this freaky stuff Beatrice has been showing me on her &lt;a href="http://party-whoremoans.tumblr.com/"&gt;party-whoremoans blog&lt;/a&gt;, which actually looks AMAZING. Ahhh that woman needs to come back to New Zealand - who needs Taiwan anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x7PbNf8iiMM/TsOJnA8lM1I/AAAAAAAAC3s/CFUl_YaFidA/s1600/299597_2318029243076_1619850129_2343233_148713320_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x7PbNf8iiMM/TsOJnA8lM1I/AAAAAAAAC3s/CFUl_YaFidA/s400/299597_2318029243076_1619850129_2343233_148713320_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675531258778956626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I've been really inspired to do a spot of songwriting lately - But the only problem is, I always seem to gt writers' block when I try to do the lyrics, or when I finally think I've gotten some amazing ones + a tune, I realise it's a tune from a well-known song, that I have listened to on the radio that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm kind of excited to record with Logan some day, though. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=10150407431306187"&gt;Check it out&lt;/a&gt;, it's &lt;b&gt;amazing&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/379972_2688296569423_1316727989_33082061_409945190_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/379972_2688296569423_1316727989_33082061_409945190_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/298662_2665093029349_1316727989_33069384_328659211_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/298662_2665093029349_1316727989_33069384_328659211_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 455px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;^This is what I absolutely LOVE about my work. The people, who give me huuuuge slices of personalised cake, when I come in on my study leave to crack down some Bio. And the baristas, who teach me how to make smoothies, then let me make them and serve them to living, breathing customers. Oh god this month has been so amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iCxWpEianjI/TsOJoYSarQI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/bzE0HFd4F98/s1600/DSC00528.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iCxWpEianjI/TsOJoYSarQI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/bzE0HFd4F98/s400/DSC00528.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675531282224426242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Just to make this post interesting; The above picture, is the result of 2 hours with a stick of Henna. Not gonna lie, I'm pretty impressed at my efforts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBbvo9ZRnDk/TsOJn-ALaSI/AAAAAAAAC4M/71XbLUJUY64/s1600/ghostchips.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBbvo9ZRnDk/TsOJn-ALaSI/AAAAAAAAC4M/71XbLUJUY64/s400/ghostchips.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675531275168606498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Aaaand that was just a funny picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;RIGHT. Time for some serious stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(Serious? PAH!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;NEXT YEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Get another part time job (Gordon Harris?!?!?), and pick up some more hours at Mozaik, just so things don't get too repetitive and boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Put down a deposit for that amazing giraffe-print hair straightener with Maria, so we get it at a cheap price by the time she comes back from Mexico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Find a house to live in with Maria, by the time she comes back from Mexico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Write a huge list of things to do next year :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Have a mean 18th. And a mean housewarming. An Outrageous Fortune housewarming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Buy a waffle maker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Try and get a car. Then go on a road trip, in the south island. With Maria, and with Josh. At the same time? Maybe, but that could get messy, because they'll spend the entire time insulting eachother. It would make it easier, as I told both of them I'd take them there 'cause neither have been (Josh is fucking Maori, how can he not have been to the South Island?!), but I'm not sure how it would work out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Travel somewhere. At least once. Buy heaps of alcohol at Duty Free, just because I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Every time I visit my parents, bring my mum some flowers. She likes flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;GO TO THE GYM MORE. (Now that just sounds like a New Years resolution...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Bugger it, I need sleep, and I hope my cats don't have a domestic on my staircase again like they did this morning, because if I get woken up at 830am on study leave one more time, I will strangle something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;+ I need to do 2 days worth of study tomorrow, so I can go to Piha on Sunday after work, instead of studying :) Speaking of work, I think I promised Amanda I'd go in tomorrow and get lunch. Why would I promise I'd spend my money on amazing food and probably barely do anything.. I don't know. I might just take my Classics plays book in there and read it all day. Actually, that's a plan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Too bad I need to clean the bathroom and wash all the dishes and clear up all my painting stuff first. Damnit house! Why you no clean yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PojK-J23g20/TsOJnaVA42I/AAAAAAAAC30/bdehkBKS2qQ/s1600/paige%2B394.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PojK-J23g20/TsOJnaVA42I/AAAAAAAAC30/bdehkBKS2qQ/s400/paige%2B394.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675531265592320866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Today was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Woke up, my hair curled nicely after my shower, I found my liquid eyeliner I'd been searching for EVERYWHERE, and I successfully stopped my younger sister from mutilating my kiwifruits into a smoothie (more for my fruit salad lunches next week :3).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then I went to school, missed out on Bio (means we STILL haven't written Chapter3 of the&lt;a href="http://adventuresofcharles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adventures of Charles&lt;/a&gt;.. which needs renaming, desperately) and photography (Miss Curin has been pestering me to show her photos I haven't taken) because I was in like 10 Arts photos, almost photo-bombed the Academic Council's photo, and watched the 1st XV get undressed in the back corner of the hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I also ate a cupcake :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Later, I started the most fantastic Media assignment ever which has significantly upped my report comments' good-ness (thank you Miss Beck), had the lense on my camera fixed, picked up a $305 cheque from the Art department, and got escorted down the hall by Vince while Micheal walked behind me, carrying my bags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then I got a lift home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This is where it started going downhill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Amanda's discovered this webpage called &lt;a href="http://www.usafoods.co.nz/"&gt;USAfoods&lt;/a&gt;, which basically sells European and American food for cheap ($3.99 postage NZ-wide :D). So she bought $30 worth of candy off it, and I was like, I must also do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Went onto the webpage and discovered they sold Strawberried Peanut Butter M&amp;amp;M's (remember when I said I loved them?) - fell in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So I dropped into my shopping card, a pack of Sour Skittles, 3 different flavours of Wonka LaffyTaffy, Peanut Butter M&amp;amp;M's, 5 packs of Strawberried Peanut Butter M&amp;amp;M's, and a pack of Bertie Bots Every Flavour Beans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then I went to get my debit card, because you can't buy anything online without a debit card :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And I checked my bank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This is what I saw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8iPBsoW731Y/TnwV5kiEBvI/AAAAAAAAC24/hs00XgsJFNY/s1600/2.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8iPBsoW731Y/TnwV5kiEBvI/AAAAAAAAC24/hs00XgsJFNY/s400/2.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655419310873773810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(Yes, I have spent $50 on food in the last week.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IdAOsJp_vOU/TnwV59WhkdI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/P2eUVxq_jWM/s1600/4.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IdAOsJp_vOU/TnwV59WhkdI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/P2eUVxq_jWM/s400/4.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655419317536264658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Okay, as seen above, I really, REALLY hate when I get into overdraft. Also lately I've been so used to actually having money, it makes me sad when I spend it all on silly things (like coloured lights, bluetack, and sustenance).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;What happens, is that every week on a Thursday night, the gym takes $10.22 out of my bank account on the Debit Success program [as seen below].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tqps8SU-aH0/TnwV5xKLZ5I/AAAAAAAAC3I/z7wAxcnWaK4/s1600/3.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tqps8SU-aH0/TnwV5xKLZ5I/AAAAAAAAC3I/z7wAxcnWaK4/s400/3.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655419314263254930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;What happened RWC Opening weekend, was that I had the Saturday off, and I was really sick on the Sunday, but still went in for an hour and 45 minutes because 3 people had already called in sick (and we weren't that busy anyway).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then, that week, I got paid twice (apparently everyone did) - For my 1 hr 45 mins, and for my usual 8 hours (though I've been working a bit longer lately...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I texted Helen (boss) asking her whether to transfer back the money or what to do with it, and she just said everyone had been paid twice, and we'd all just get the difference next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y1Ut2k3XSwg/TnwV5n1iyLI/AAAAAAAAC3A/OM2OD0oxuHw/s1600/1.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y1Ut2k3XSwg/TnwV5n1iyLI/AAAAAAAAC3A/OM2OD0oxuHw/s400/1.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655419311760787634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 171px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Last weekend, I worked 13 hours - So I should've been paid for 5 hours (like $60) this week, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;WRONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_NlmNc2yAlY/TnwV6MqsT2I/AAAAAAAAC3Y/Sn8zCSdNYOQ/s1600/5.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_NlmNc2yAlY/TnwV6MqsT2I/AAAAAAAAC3Y/Sn8zCSdNYOQ/s400/5.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655419321647386466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I usually get paid Wednesday night/Thursday morning, so I wasn't worried about the gym taking money out of my account last night, because I thought I'd have like $70 in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But the money wasn't there. It's Friday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And the gym fees weren't there, either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;BUT SOME OTHER FUCKING FEE WAS THERE THAT I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-naBhr4kJdzI/TnwX7jxt83I/AAAAAAAAC3g/4DSRrAjg9T8/s1600/6.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-naBhr4kJdzI/TnwX7jxt83I/AAAAAAAAC3g/4DSRrAjg9T8/s400/6.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655421544053994354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's only ever happened once - But when I can't pay for the gym, the next week, it pulls out the $10.22 for that week, the $10.22 for the week before, and like a  $15 or $20 fine or something. But it's always the week AFTER... And the YMCA (gym) never told me about any excess fees I had to pay while I was on Debit Success [after the one I paid at the beginning].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So why the fuck has Debit Success taken $20 out of my account?!??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Calm down, Serena," you're thinking. "You got a $305 cheque today. Just bank it and chill."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;BUT I CAN'T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Even if I bank the cheque, sure I'll have a healthy $305 in my account (actually, i'll have $293.35 after my fucking overdraft gives out...) - but I'll still be plagued with the mystery of the $20 Direct Debit fee. And where the FUCK is my money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Maybe I'll get paid it on top of what I get paid next week (which, if I work another 13 hours, will mean.. like.. 18 hours of pay, which = almost $200, which means I could have like $450 in my account and I'll be RICH :D).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But the gym will take out &amp;gt;$40 next Thursday anyway &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm thinking of quitting gym. It's so frustrating, I barely go anyway, and I could just walk home every day, get off the pill (makin' me fat), eat better, spend less money on food, and actually excersize at home. I can also just go like one-off if I want (it's like $5 per workout or smth?), or if Zemelda begs me to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Also, I've fucked up my ankle doing so much cardio, and my running shoes have broken, so I can't really do much until I buy new shoes anyway (which cost fuckloads) - unless I want to do weights, but I don't want to look like Zyzz, do I? (That's Byron's job)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I want a dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A dog would keep me fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;One day, I will get a dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Now I have to wait until I cash my cheque tomorrow to buy the candy :( And to rage at the bank about that fee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Can't even sleep in this weekend, got work at 9am both days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Good thing I'm going to Amanda's for the game tomorrow night and we're going hard-out All Blacks (Powerade/Cupcakes/icecream), or I would be stuck an unhappy bunny until I get paid next -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I have 3 photography boards and a Media assignment due next Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-3367367569263009867?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/3367367569263009867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/09/rage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/3367367569263009867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/3367367569263009867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/09/rage.html' title='/$RAGE$$/'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8iPBsoW731Y/TnwV5kiEBvI/AAAAAAAAC24/hs00XgsJFNY/s72-c/2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-7037195318702104320</id><published>2011-09-17T17:42:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T17:17:57.043+12:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hunkymalecelebs.com/alex_pettyfer/pictures/6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 509px;" src="http://www.hunkymalecelebs.com/alex_pettyfer/pictures/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r0MlMVRjOqI/Tj64GkS6ieI/AAAAAAAACCE/sRZOykUWC6o/s1600/leonardo+dicaprio-leonardo-dicaprio-8353.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 882px; height: 1103px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r0MlMVRjOqI/Tj64GkS6ieI/AAAAAAAACCE/sRZOykUWC6o/s1600/leonardo+dicaprio-leonardo-dicaprio-8353.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ozzienews.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/Sonny-Bill-Williams.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 272px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmc0imlV1P1qiggm3o1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-7037195318702104320?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/7037195318702104320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/7037195318702104320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/7037195318702104320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r0MlMVRjOqI/Tj64GkS6ieI/AAAAAAAACCE/sRZOykUWC6o/s72-c/leonardo+dicaprio-leonardo-dicaprio-8353.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-660761829268478343</id><published>2011-09-12T10:09:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T10:09:15.902+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Lists</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm in a list-y mood. Really I'm just procrastinating doing some last-minute Biology study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Still can't talk properly - My voice has been fucked for the last 3 days. Really sucks, because RWC's been on, so I can't yell at my TV without sounding like a tranny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Things I don't like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;My voice being shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Subway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Dunkin Doughnuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Jellybabies and other various lollies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Energy drinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Guys who are like "bodybuilder" ripped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Dan Carter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Steak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mushrooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Having weird dreams about people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Going to someones' house and having them sit on Facebook the whole time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;James Blunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Studying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hayfever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The new anti-download law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Cher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;How broken and shit my laptop is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Cramps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;^ I'd say the RWC hype because I'm an art kid, which means I should be hating it, but really, I am very much enjoying it :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Things I like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Getting flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anonymous&amp;nbsp;nice things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Making people smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Shiny things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Antique stores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Loud music when I'm driving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Italian food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Chinese food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Turkish food in Sydney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Travelling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hayden Christiansen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Painting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Crumpets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Michael Buble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;My boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Cats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A good night out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Spending money I don't have on things I don't need [but want, sooo bad...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Massages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Playing sport, even though I'm terrible at it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Climbing trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Beaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;That looks like a good list :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Things I like in a guy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Guys who play guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Guys who play lacrosse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Guys who drink alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Guys with nice arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Guys with nice hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;...So my last 3 boyfriend's have ticked at least 4/5 of that :) I'm happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-660761829268478343?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/660761829268478343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/09/many-lists.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/660761829268478343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/660761829268478343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/09/many-lists.html' title='Many Lists'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-6957505537645465366</id><published>2011-09-06T15:38:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T15:50:59.130+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Nazi Rant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0ql2h50U41qzsl8k.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Why do I &lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i&gt;get sick.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Reasons why I shouldn't be getting sick so often:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I eat meat now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I drink a healthy amount of water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I don't eat as much shit because I'm better at saving money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I sleep enough each night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm an alg weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I go to a gym so I get excersize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I haven't been like overly cold-y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Reasons why I'm getting sick:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I do too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I get stressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My bedroom's messy as fuck, so dust and stuff's probably accumulated and organising a huge dusty rave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My immune system's &lt;u&gt;shit&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So I was fine this morning, doing my painting, etc etc. By third period, I was feeling a bit ergh. Didn't feel too bad. Had some chocolate I didn't need, as you do. By fourth, my throat was feeling as if it was constantly coated in an annoying sheet of mucus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;By after school, the headache had kicked in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And now, I'm sitting at home, after taking 2 ibuprofen pills, and it just seems to be getting worse. My neck feels all swollen now, and the pain has just spread. Looking at pictures of nice food makes me feel sick. My face glands hurt. My neck glands hurt. My whole head, HURTS. Everything hurts! I just had some juice to make myself feel better but it's made it worse. I don't feel like eating. I wouldn't be able to sleep like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I didn't even eat anything bad today - In fact, I was soo healthy! I had a lemon muffin, a few prunes, a biiiiig apple, a carrot, some chocolate, and an oreo. I balanced out bad with good :) And I've had heaps of water... So I don't see why the hell I'm suddenly coming down with this CRAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;On top of all this I have to study for my bloody Bio exam which I have tomorrow which I'm going to fail...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;All I can think about is &lt;i&gt;*tonselitis tonselitis tonselitis GLANDULAR FEVER..... tonselitis tonselitis...*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-.- But I always go through panic-y stages like that when my throat starts being a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;AND ON TOP OF ALL THIS I can't complain to my parents and turn into a complete bed-stricken puddle of sickness because I want to go out to the opening of the &lt;b&gt;Rugby World Cup&lt;/b&gt; on Friday night with Amanda and co.! ONCE IN A LIFETIME OPPORTUNITY there is &lt;i&gt;no&lt;/i&gt; way I want to miss this. I even have Saturday off work.. I barely get days off. I finally have a day off, so I can go to the World Cup opening... and I get SICK?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;CURSE YOU, LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0ql2h50U41qzsl8k.gif" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;On a happier note, I saw Lera after school today!! My god she's gooorgeous, I missed her so much! :) Ahhhh there'll be more to talk about here when we actually get time to go and hang out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;ARGH THROAT CNWEFHRE&amp;amp;$*(&amp;amp;#@%&amp;amp;$#%H$*($&amp;amp;%#$()%&amp;amp;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-6957505537645465366?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/6957505537645465366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/09/crazy-nazi-rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/6957505537645465366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/6957505537645465366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/09/crazy-nazi-rant.html' title='Crazy Nazi Rant.'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-1079109007398891064</id><published>2011-09-02T17:47:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T18:35:35.620+12:00</updated><title type='text'>I should make up an interesting blog title, but I cbf.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Online shopping, yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I love Asian stores online. Everything's so much cheaper than it usually would be. So I've decided to put together a collection of dresses I want to have hanging up in my huge walk-in-wardrobe I will one day have inside my lavish house, and I will wear each and every one of them to the fancy events I obviously go to. No idea what they'll be for, but I will attend them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I like to think I'm going to buy 3 different dresses for the dinners at the end of the year... But I doubt I'll be able to (Let alone be able to afford it...). So I browse now, and see what I'd like... Then maybe I'll walk into all the hidden-away Asian shops in the city and try and find something beautiful. 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1279px; height: 2132px;" src="http://image.dhgate.com/albu_117418948_00/1.0x0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chinaclothesfactory.com/images/201106/22/11641_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 666px;" src="http://www.chinaclothesfactory.com/images/201106/22/11641_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chinaclothesfactory.com/images/201106/21/11550_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 666px;" src="http://www.chinaclothesfactory.com/images/201106/21/11550_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chinaclothesfactory.com/images/201106/21/11576_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 666px;" src="http://www.chinaclothesfactory.com/images/201106/21/11576_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;...I WILL be skinny by the time this year's Arts/Sports/Leavers' Dinner(s) come around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(And yes, I DO like long dresses at the moment)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-1079109007398891064?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/1079109007398891064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-should-make-up-interesting-blog-title.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/1079109007398891064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/1079109007398891064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-should-make-up-interesting-blog-title.html' title='I should make up an interesting blog title, but I cbf.'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VXdstw-iAXo/TmB3vMXtFeI/AAAAAAAAC1o/gVd2KCEbwoo/s72-c/feiformvrgtr.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-6437101774395751442</id><published>2011-08-25T19:31:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T19:40:20.357+12:00</updated><title type='text'>25... Things. #8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Rant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I want it to be summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I love how it's hot at night time, and the sky's always clear, so you can sit on hills and smell the grass and the flowers and see how pretty everything is, but not have to worry about mosquitos or being cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I like going to beaches with friends, especially Mission Bay, then we sit in BK in our togs eating ice cream and shit, or get fish and chips. I love the fountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I miss all the smells and the cold juice and iced tea, and the TANS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;...And hanging out with mates going SHIT HE'S HOT when a guy walks passed (Then thinking he's not as hot as my boyfriend.. ;p).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And I miss all the summer fruits :) And smoothies! And shorts, and losing weight, and bikinis, and summer shopping. And all the epic parties :) :) I'll be 18 this summer too.. Even MORE reason to look forward to it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's so annoying not being able to get out of bed in the morning in fear of coldness. And I hate winter bugs. And COLDNESS. And not warmth! :P And the sun only being up for limited hours a day. Watching the sun set at 6pm. Sure it's beautiful, but it's so early... And I'm not really allowed out after dark, so really I don't like winter much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-6437101774395751442?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/6437101774395751442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/08/25-things-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/6437101774395751442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/6437101774395751442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/08/25-things-8.html' title='25... Things. #8'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-106754341372991197</id><published>2011-08-23T22:38:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T22:48:00.997+12:00</updated><title type='text'>25... Things. #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A Picture of You And The Person You Feel Closest To At The Moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Well, I have lots of close friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You will now meet a few of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/281339_2278916855186_1316727989_32690198_8083502_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 482px; height: 720px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/281339_2278916855186_1316727989_32690198_8083502_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Me and Byron - My best friend for like 4 years now; Preball 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/75828_1697757766572_1316727989_31821845_1980082_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/75828_1697757766572_1316727989_31821845_1980082_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Me and Josh - My boyfriend (: It's a year soon... Shit.; Halloween 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/65877_1663377107077_1316727989_31756101_6708574_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/65877_1663377107077_1316727989_31756101_6708574_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Me and Maria - My little Mexican housewife. She's really lovely actually, I adore her; Bea's 17th, Rainbows End Oct 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/293510_2293859675238_1511431726_32497928_1012534_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/293510_2293859675238_1511431726_32497928_1012534_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Me and Mandi - One of my best friends for SO many different reasons :DD; "Welcome Back Amanda Party" August 2011 (I was Ash Ketchum and she was.. well.. the slutty Queen of Hearts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/226296_2103847358558_1316727989_32505741_6239827_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 528px; height: 720px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/226296_2103847358558_1316727989_32505741_6239827_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Me and Zemelda - One of the lovliest most trustworthy and funny small black indian chicks EVER. I do so love her; "Rockerz" Indian Dance comp, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-106754341372991197?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/106754341372991197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/08/25-things-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/106754341372991197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/106754341372991197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/08/25-things-7.html' title='25... Things. #7'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-5679395251180192677</id><published>2011-08-23T18:07:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T18:40:49.384+12:00</updated><title type='text'>The Update Kaitlyn Told Me To Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;SINCE THE LAST TIME I'VE BLOGGED, I'VE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Gotten my Restricted Licence! :D Braved the Westgate AA.. Finally, and mum gave me a money box with "New Car Fund" written on the side. (Honestly, what's the point of me getting a car now though.. It'll just mean I'm sober driver for all my friends who don't drive. Where's the fun in that for me..?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Become very good at saving. I'm going through my "panic when my account gets under $100" phase, which I never thought I would go through. It feels good, though... I'm buying less food now :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Attempted the Bio assignment I said I wouldn't, and am almost finished it. It's due tomorrow :) I'm trying to pass, but it's really hard... I'll just Genetically Modify myself. Take Jeremy's "instant genius" trait and insert it into my genome. Fuck yeah, I can do Genetics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Painted 7 paintings for the art auction :D Mr Rees said I might just get my own table this year 'cause I have so many :p Hopefully that will result in many moniez for me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Realised that my "Happiness" theme for my photography is very vague, and I have no idea how to make it work, especially with scholarship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Thought about singing and playing guitar, but I haven't yet. I want to, but I just haven't gotten around to it. And since Logan took my E string from my guitar the time he borrowed it, I haven't actually replaced it. And I don't like really playing Classical guitar on my Electric... I still want that Les Paul, though :) The blue wash one. This one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.epiphonelespaul.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/epiphone%20les%20paul%20guitar-201411705056757530.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I went to Dress Mart and bought those Leopard Print wedge bootie things I've wanted for AGES from Rubi Shoes.. FOR $2. Okay sure they're both Left feet, and one has a broken zip, but it's totally worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Befriended the new Norwegian exchange student, Toby. He's really quite nice. But he's very mean to me &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Decided what to get my dad for Fathers Day :) And Christmas, even! Oh I'm on a roll this year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Become addicted to Crumpets, and the Spanish language. Maria's so good at teaching it :D Not that I've learnt anything remotely helpful if I was to go to a Spanish-speaking country...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Decided to begin eating Bacon and Chicken. Because crispy bacon, and good chicken, is fucking delicious. So, not a vege anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Turned into a wine/cocktail girl. Mostly after having that amazing Raspberry and White Chocolate Martini at Logan's 18th dinner, and after finishing 2 bottles of red wine with Josh's cousin Lisa at her birthday thing last weekend :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Decided I'm probably not going to attempt clubbing until it's actual legal for me to do so, because I'm really too nervous to use a fake ID... And I look like a 12 year old. But I love dancing so much, especially since the ball :D So much fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Organised breakfast at my cafe on Friday with a bunch of people because it's Teachers Only Day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Fallen way more in love with my boyfriend. 'Cause he's lovely. &amp;lt;-- I hope he reads that :) It's our 1 year in October.. Holy shit, longest relationship...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Been invited to Josh's family reunion thing, but it's over my 18th birthday... But that's ok, 'cause his cousin's would throw me an 18th if I came :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Wanted to find a place that sells nice pretty dresses because I want a blue one and a white one. Because not gonna lie, now that I'm blonde, I look pretty awesome in white. And I like blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Started to think about whether to dye my hair dark brown or keep it blonde next year. Maria will help me decide.. We are living together :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Began going to the gym again. Today, I ran for 20 minutes straight :D So proud of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Become obsessed with trying to find epic cheap jewelry and makeup, and scrapbooks and photograph printing because I really enjoy that stuff at the moment :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Oh.. and I just bought an epic slut costume so at Halloween I can wear one just like Amanda :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;CHECK IT OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://images.trademe.co.nz/photoserver/87/183848087_full.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 670px; height: 447px;" src="http://images.trademe.co.nz/photoserver/87/183848087_full.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It should arrive soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Got to finish my Bio assignment.. Ergh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-5679395251180192677?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/5679395251180192677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/08/update-kaitlyn-told-me-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/5679395251180192677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/5679395251180192677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/08/update-kaitlyn-told-me-to-blog.html' title='The Update Kaitlyn Told Me To Blog'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-8623337651636148770</id><published>2011-07-31T08:47:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T08:53:14.658+12:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like Art Too Much.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/283236_238622959502455_100000642575286_796255_7279427_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;When I get home today, I'm having to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Pack my bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Have a decent shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Make tomorrow's lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Try and quickly go over Media/Bio/Classics so I know what's happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Finish my final 3.2 painting piece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Do the first 2 scholarship pages for both Photography and Painting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Finish Photography 3.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Do all last night's dishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Sort out my iPod music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Book my Restricted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Find my school uniform&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Take off stray nail polish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Buy some white paint, and some socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Trademe for art things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Put a bunch of shit on Trademe for my mum's friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And then maybe I'll be ready for next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's not that I'm too lazy or don't want to catch up/study, it's just... Actually, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'll go for like 1 Bio paper this year. And a couple of Classics ones, and I'll go full out for Media, even though I'm shit at level3 essays (So glad I didn't take English).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/283236_238622959502455_100000642575286_796255_7279427_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 510px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I was meant to hang out with so many people these holidays :( Lera, Kelly, buy Bea's package stuff, Keiran... Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;One of my fake nails broke :( After watching the rugby yesterday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sonny Bill is so pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-8623337651636148770?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/8623337651636148770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-like-art-too-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/8623337651636148770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/8623337651636148770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-like-art-too-much.html' title='I Like Art Too Much.'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-251621277079181590</id><published>2011-07-31T08:43:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T08:45:50.014+12:00</updated><title type='text'>25... Things. #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;What’s your guilty pleasure tv show, food, and magazine?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;TV&lt;/b&gt;: Disney Channel. Phineas and Ferb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Food&lt;/b&gt;: Tiramisu, and Toffee Pops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Magazine&lt;/b&gt;: Idk, girly ones :S I like photography ones, and Frankie :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;I'm not very good at having very appauling guilty pleasures am I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-251621277079181590?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/251621277079181590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/07/25-things-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/251621277079181590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/251621277079181590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/07/25-things-6.html' title='25... Things. #6'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-2107136809966048528</id><published>2011-07-18T14:32:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T14:43:00.553+12:00</updated><title type='text'>25... Things. #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name your favorite sport and how you became interested in it. If you don’t like sports, tell us why :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;Okay. I'm going to tell you about &lt;b&gt;badminton&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;lacrosse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;badminton&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;I kind of liked it at school, and I wasn't very good at sport, and wasn't involved in anything really. There was a badminton club down the road, and I kind of was interested in it, so in about... what... August 2007? I went there. Aaaand I was dressed sporty as 'cause I had no idea. And I was crap. But I was wearing my epic vanilla smelling lip gloss so it was okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;Then I realised it was chill as and really fun, and I re-met Matt (from GEIS), and got to know Logan (And went out with him. For a while.), and then there was Leanne and Troy, and Taylor and Kayla came, and Jenny and Liam and Moniek arrived too and so did Byron for a bit, and we had this whole badminton posse, and it was so much fun :D And we mocked some people and I got a little bit okay at it (Badminton not mocking).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;Then played interclub for a couple of years, and now I play seniors with Logan and Matt because we're too old to play at the juniors now (And the new juniors coach was a Dragon) &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;But I don't play seniors really anymore 'cause we couldn't afford the fees this year :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;Which sucks SHIT.. I want to play next year :) I WILL play next year! Yusss  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;lacrosse&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;I was kind of interested in year9 when my peer support chick told me but then I was like nah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;Then in year12 it looked fun so I decided to try out, then was too lazy to hand in my form, and I was a bit nervous because I'd never really played team sport before, and I was shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;And I'd been specifically taken out of the group of girls trialing by Josh who had to teach me how to do ground balls -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;I watched all the guys games in year11 and last year, and I plan to watch a few this year, too. I'm in the B team with Mandi 'cause both our boyfriends played/play it so we were kind of pressured into it. And Vlad pressured us too. But it's so much fun (Apart from early morning starts) :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;Tbh I'm kind of bummed it's my last year this year and I can't keep playing... :( Because playing for a club would be sooo terrible because I'm so bad at it Haha &amp;gt;&amp;lt; But it's &lt;u&gt;FUN&lt;/u&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;Oh and I used to not like sports but now I kindof do, I'm just really shit at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;Yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-2107136809966048528?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/2107136809966048528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/07/25-things-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/2107136809966048528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/2107136809966048528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/07/25-things-5.html' title='25... Things. #5'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-6042755032175111952</id><published>2011-07-17T19:15:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T19:26:32.592+12:00</updated><title type='text'>DANCE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Okay I was tired as hell before I remembered I needed to video2mp3.net this song, so it was like, &lt;i&gt;"One more thing before I go to bed.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But now my hearts all full of adrenaline again and I want lights and people and smoke machines and lasers and dancing again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But I'd feel so silly jumping around my bedroom in the dark like I want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(...tbh there are so many clothes on my floor I couldn't dance if I wanted to.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;How am I supposed to sleep &lt;u&gt;now&lt;/u&gt;?!??~!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EPo5wWmKEaI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I love this song, SO much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Probably the best song I can think of to describe the ball. Well, the feeling. The beat. The dancing!! I wish I'd danced more... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S OVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This was totally the best song last night :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Who was it who told me clubbing wasn't as good as it's cut out to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;If it's the loud music, people, atmosphere, and dancing that the ball was, only with alcohol added, and without the worry that someone will step on and ruin the trail of your dress... how the &lt;b&gt;fuck&lt;/b&gt; is it not good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;THEY LIED TO ME, OBVIOUSLY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;...And to think it's like, 5 months until I'm 18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;THAT'S. AGES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Can't.. Stop.. Listening....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-6042755032175111952?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/6042755032175111952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/07/give-me-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/6042755032175111952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/6042755032175111952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/07/give-me-everything.html' title='DANCE.'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EPo5wWmKEaI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-781950292143730079</id><published>2011-07-17T16:26:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T16:59:27.870+12:00</updated><title type='text'>BALLBALLBALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Okay, I lied. I'm going to blog about the ball (Just without pictures).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Bear with, this is going to take me aaages because I'm still not properly used to my fake nails yet &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So I sat on a stool in front of the TV and watched 2 episodes of &lt;i&gt;Chuck&lt;/i&gt;, the finale of &lt;i&gt;Downton Abbey&lt;/i&gt;, and the 1st Matt Smith season episode of &lt;i&gt;Dr Who&lt;/i&gt;. That's about the 4 and a half hours it took to do my hair. Kieran came over toward the end with some Peach iced tea for me - WHAT A GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Toenails painted, hair curled and clipped, nails done... People had already started arriving for the preball and I barely got to see any of them :S I sort of shoved a camera at dad and demanded he take photos. Took a while for me to get makeup done because I was freaking out I'd fuck it up :( But I did it! :D&lt;br /&gt;Jewelry, dress, and killer heels.. And I was done :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This was about 10 minutes before the 1st limo arrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;People bought cupcakes and they were LOVELY! Though the 1st 7 people were relayed down to the bottom of my driveway, apparently the 1st limo looked like an extended car... No doubt it was fun though, and at least they were on time -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Josh only got to my house about then... Silly Honda's breaking down, and suit shops closing early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;There were so many more photos before we went down to the drive at 530, and waited... and waited... and waited...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;To be honest I freaked out I'd been scammed, so I called the guy when it was 20 minutes late, and mum talked to him.. We ended up getting a different (BIGGER) one, but we were late to the ball &amp;gt;&amp;lt; BUT OUR LIMO WAS SO COOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The ball was beautiful :)! All the decorations and stuff were perfect! It was all so pretty :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Senior Management liked my ball date more than they liked me. Figures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Food took ages, and by then all me and Zemelda were eating was potato and rice. And salad. And LOVELY bread :DDDD It was soo nice, I want more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then there was ice cream, and I love ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Goodness goodness goodness the photos :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And the DANCING! It was so fantastic! Like I wasn't keen because my heels were soo painful and it felt like my feet were bleeding. But then about half an hour later I took them off.. And fuck yeah dancing for like hours :DDD It was so so so much fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And the slow dance this year was good! :) Well.. amazing, actually :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Well you know me, I really can't tell the story without photos, so I will have more fun telling it when I get them! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Bear with, - but just for a couple of weeks :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-781950292143730079?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/781950292143730079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/07/ballballball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/781950292143730079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/781950292143730079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/07/ballballball.html' title='BALLBALLBALL'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-6188166114399526646</id><published>2011-07-17T15:53:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T16:18:14.307+12:00</updated><title type='text'>25... Things. #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;Please state your Hogwart’s House, your favorite spell, your patronus, your boggart, and your favorite book in the series :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;House -&lt;/b&gt; Gryffindor. Or Ravenclaw. I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spell - &lt;/b&gt;I have noo idea, I like all of them, the one that makes the origami bird fly around the classroom in the first movie? :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Patronus - &lt;/b&gt;A squirrel maybe? :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boggart - &lt;/b&gt;Erm. Probably lots of my close friends standing in a group looking at me telling me they never want to see me again because I'm terrible etc etc *insert list of faults here*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Book - &lt;/b&gt;Maybe... the 6th one? :D I &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; the books!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;This is tooootally relevant because I saw Harry Potter today! OMGOMGOMG IT WAS SO FANTASTIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;I don't want to post spoilers though, so that is all I will say :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;Btw. Ball was beautiful, photos and actual blog post will be when I actually get the photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-6188166114399526646?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/6188166114399526646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/07/25-things-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/6188166114399526646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/6188166114399526646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/07/25-things-4.html' title='25... Things. #4'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-8295825746012487020</id><published>2011-07-15T19:23:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T00:02:57.634+12:00</updated><title type='text'>25... Things. #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;A picture and/or description of your favorite place in your world. And I’m not talking about like France or Greece. I’m talking somewhere you visit daily or at least fairly often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;I don't have a photo of it. But somewhere I go heaps and love to go is  &lt;b&gt;Wirihana Reserve&lt;/b&gt; just down the road. I love sitting in the trees in Spring and listening to music, just taking some time. One of the trees is like a tent, and you can walk right inside it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;Idk, I think it's really pretty, a little slice a privacy even though it's surrounded by houses. It's quite lovely there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;Lots of moments, Wirihana Park :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-8295825746012487020?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/8295825746012487020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/07/25-things-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/8295825746012487020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/8295825746012487020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/07/25-things-3.html' title='25... Things. #3'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-1440389913562781707</id><published>2011-07-14T19:33:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T19:40:23.537+12:00</updated><title type='text'>ball ball ball ball ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Omg.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;My ball dress is &lt;b&gt;finally &lt;u&gt;finished&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It looks &lt;i&gt;sooo&lt;/i&gt; amazing, I love my mummy&lt;b&gt; so much&lt;/b&gt; for making it :) It took ages for us to actually get a pattern going, and make it fit properly.. But it looks so lovely now, I'm so happy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Also got makeup sorted, and managed to convince daddy to buy me those shoes I was talking about a few posts back, the pretty silver $80 ones from Hannahs (that like &lt;b&gt;everyone&lt;/b&gt; will have, but I don't care).. I could've bought them myself if I'd have been working, but I haven't, so he said he could get them for me :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Got the jewelry as well, and getting my nails done tomorrow with Zemelda.. All I have left is to decide what to do with my hair! :) That'll just be a fun few hours, to be honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And I need to pick up my ball tickets tomorrow from Miss Jeavons :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;EXCITING EXCITING EXCITING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I want to post pictures of the dress and gush about it but I can't because &lt;i&gt;even though I know no one else will have it &lt;/i&gt;I kind of want it to be surprise :) As does everyone for the ball!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Excited excited excited for the pre ball too, and the photos, and the cupcakes, and the limos, and after the ball, OO OO OO it's all so lovely! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The little downer bit though, is that my throat has been acting up, and I've been coughing up mucus (to break the lovely fairytale daydream mood I've just created...) all day and it's really gross but my throat hurts like shit.. But I'm not going to the doctor about it unless it gets worse after the ball - It's already kind of healing, which is good :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm also on Tramadole for the post-Shingles pain, which is amaaazing. But I don't want to mix that with afterball alcohol.. So I'm not sure whether to just see how I am on Saturday and not take Tramadole then drink Saturday night and take it on Sunday, or just not drink after the ball.. I know the &lt;u&gt;SMART&lt;/u&gt; thing to do, but what about the &lt;i&gt;once-in-a-lifetime&lt;/i&gt; &lt;u&gt;OKAY&lt;/u&gt; thing? I mean, I have 2 weeks to recover if I get worse..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Lovely&lt;/b&gt;, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-1440389913562781707?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/1440389913562781707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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&gt;Fringe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Criminal Minds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Scrubs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Big Bang Theory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dressing up pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Girls nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mallowpuffs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Oreos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Toffee Pops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sour feijoa lollies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Leonardo Di Caprio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Johnny Depp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;David Tennant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Gwenyth Paltrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Scarlet Johanssen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Helena Bonham-Carter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Disney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Byron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Logan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Josh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Photographs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Photo albums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;China dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Old pretty tea cups/sets with flowers on them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;White gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Paint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The smell of petrol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Recieving flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Waitressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Baking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Giapo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pretty lace lingerie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Landscaped gardens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Swimming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cotton bracelets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Long hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Snow globes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Gibson Les Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;New music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Singing in choirs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Biceps and forearms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Heavy blankets on top of me while I sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cuddling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Milo in front of the fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Days off school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Inspirational life quotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Spontaneous people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Nail polish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Lacrosse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Travelling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Kittens and Bunnies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Bio with Jeremy and Vlad, and Miss Jacobi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Clothes shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Babysitting young kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ribbons and Lace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Marilyn Monroe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Audrey Hepburn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Boats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Old lavish homes with mahogany and beautiful vintage furniture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ballroom dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Playing the piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Lying on beaches under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Days when I wake up knowing I could sleep in all day if I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Massages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;People playing with my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hot showers after walking home in the rain or playing sport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Helping people who are worse off than I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Putting a smile on someone else's face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tea when I'm upset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Duty Free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Waffles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Italian, Chinese, and Turkish food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Castles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Lying on a beach and feeling the sun beat down on my skin - A tan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Coke when I'm really thirsty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Romantic lighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Bubble baths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Bath salts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A good book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Scented candles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The Ellen Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Skinny jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pashmina-type scarves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pretty eye makeup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The box under my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Christmas shopping for other people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hotel rooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Studying for NCEA at Auckland Uni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I don't want to say World of Warcraft here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Acrylic nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The feeling you've passed an exam well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Big hugs after you haven't seen someone in ages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cleanliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Making rings and stuff out of little broken trinket bits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The wind-up "Somewhere Over The Rainbow" ballerina jewelry box I have from when I was a kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Getting a text from the person I was hoping to text me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Relief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Fancy hats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Collecting Spirits bottles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Weddings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The feeling after I've been to the gym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;When my face is acne-free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The Viaduct at twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sunsets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Picnics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Wheatie bags and electric blankets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My cats sitting on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mink blankets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Fluffy bath towels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mirrors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Michael Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pandora beads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ford Mustangs, Bonevilles, etc etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cashew nuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Rose wine and Pink Champagne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Funny YouTube videos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sewing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Double beds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Scrunchies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My iPod touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Webcam whoring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Nice lunches at school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Not periods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Burgerfuel chips and aoili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Aotea Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Western Springs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Willow trees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cherry blossom trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Japanese gardens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Supper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hair straighteners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-7558612711472395290?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/7558612711472395290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/07/150-favourite-things.html#comment-form' title='0 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Things. #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A picture of one of your celebrity crushes and 5 things you would do with/to them. No questions asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://topnews.in/law/files/leonardo-dicaprio-8353.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 882px; height: 1103px;" src="http://topnews.in/law/files/leonardo-dicaprio-8353.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Leonardo Di Caprio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So let's go back in time a bit, before he was like, old (But still GORGEOUS).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Touch his hair.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Look at it. It's so blonde. And so soft. And I'm so... curious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;2.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Make him read something.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Like a love story. To listen to him talk. Because his voice is fantastic. Especially in Romeo and Juliet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;3. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take photos with him&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;and put them on Facebook. Camera whore best-friend photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;4. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hug him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; And make him smile constantly so I can look at it. And look at his eyes. And &lt;i&gt;*shiver*&lt;/i&gt; just look at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;5. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Go to a theme park&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;:DD And go on ALL the rides. Then have lunch. And see if he knows any Maori jokes. And.. erm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;...Well I can't exactly say I'll go about putting my hands all over him and sexing him up against a wall can I? I have a boyfriend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;*nevertheless still looks into middle distance in a celebrity daydream...*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's okay Josh you'll &lt;b&gt;always&lt;/b&gt; be better than Leonardo Di Caprio in my eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Just in case you feel jealous :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-7803091977198931843?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/7803091977198931843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/07/25-things-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/7803091977198931843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/7803091977198931843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/07/25-things-2.html' title='25... Things. #2'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-8942250526364791300</id><published>2011-07-13T18:14:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T18:25:00.394+12:00</updated><title type='text'>25... Things. #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Your name &amp;amp; 5 things no one really knows about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;Serena Maree Lodge-Osborn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;1. I don't really like my last name and I really haven't much because it's so long and confusing and I got mocked in primary school 'cause part of it was "Osborn".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;2. I can't cook rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;3. I bite my nails and I wish I didn't. They look gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;4. When I move out, whenever I visit my parents I'm going to bring flowers, because my mum loves them, but my dad never gets them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;5. I can barely remember pre-year7 because I blocked it out of my head, because I was such an obnoxious embarrassing little BITCH. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;S x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-8942250526364791300?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/8942250526364791300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/07/25-things-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/8942250526364791300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/8942250526364791300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/07/25-things-1.html' title='25... Things. #1'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-7507983323573530307</id><published>2011-07-13T17:04:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T17:42:03.351+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Phinedroids and Ferbots.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;So on top of Shingles. I now have a destroyed nose. A dangerous throat. A filthy headache. AND POST-SHINGLES PAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So I got given Tramadol, and the only time I'd ever heard of it was Josh telling me about it. And I figured, if it works for him, it'll work for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It does, it makes all my nerves go, like... numb :) It's really good actually. For a painkiller. Gets rid of &lt;u&gt;everything&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's raining hard :( Like it's nice, 'cause I'm cosy and warm inside, but I'm missing something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Like a boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He was going to come over, then got called into work, so hopefully he can come over tomorrow :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy 9 months Josh :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Phineas and Ferb is on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And ahhh, I feel like ice cream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4aKVYK6QYw/TSEgAq0n4yI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M7dxNw9wRy8/s1600/cookies+and+cream.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4aKVYK6QYw/TSEgAq0n4yI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M7dxNw9wRy8/s1600/cookies+and+cream.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 223px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;OH MY GOD I'M SO EXCITED FOR THE BALL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I will be &lt;u&gt;so healthy&lt;/u&gt; for it, I &lt;u&gt;swear&lt;/u&gt;. Whether it's induced-by-drugs health or genuine health, I WILL BE HEALTHY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mum's been making my dress and it looks amaaaazing at the moment, I'm really excited :) The preball should be awesome too! I'm going to ask my sister if she could make some cupcakes for it :) And I managed to pick up a camera from Miss Curin so I can actually take photos, because my camera at the moment has a HUGEEE crack in the screen :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Also excited for, HARRY POTTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm going to see it on Sunday, &lt;i&gt;O.M.F.G.&lt;/i&gt; With Maria and Zemelda, in our fancy "Afterball" dresses :)) and heels. I love that :D I think I've always loved Harry Potter, always always &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo8teng7i31qdibyzo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo8teng7i31qdibyzo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 700px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;EX. CITE. ING.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I keep coughing, and whenever I do, it thumps my head :( Which is SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And my appetite is GONE. Errrgghhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(Except for ice cream)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Just remembered how much I loved Nick Jonas' voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yeah shuddup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln9l1nIeeU1qazkdco1_500.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln9l1nIeeU1qazkdco1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I really want to go to the gym tbh, contrary to the picture (I just liked it). I haven't been in weeks, and I'm still having to pay for it, but I haven't been able to work, so I have to try and figure out how many weeks of gym I have to pay so I have to keep that money in my account, etc etc so I can't use it to buy stuff for the ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;...I'm so confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Also means I have to wear last years shoes 'cause I don't have enough money (due to no work 'cause of sickness...) and because barely any silver shoes exist in shops anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Except those GORGEOUS sparkley silver ones EXACTLY my size that would match my dress PERFECTLY from Hannahs... But they're $80 :( No way I can afford that, or ask my parents to get them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Eh :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Zemelda said Josh should get them because he's Maori and the government would have to subsidies the price for him because he's entitled to have everything because he's Maori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;...Fair enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-7507983323573530307?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/7507983323573530307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/07/phinedroids-and-ferbots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/7507983323573530307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/7507983323573530307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/07/phinedroids-and-ferbots.html' title='Phinedroids and Ferbots.'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4aKVYK6QYw/TSEgAq0n4yI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M7dxNw9wRy8/s72-c/cookies+and+cream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-6405390654582323167</id><published>2011-07-13T16:58:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T16:59:39.931+12:00</updated><title type='text'>25... Things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div class="post-footer" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-2"&gt;&lt;span class="post-labels"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post-comment-link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 20px; "&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;Your name and 5 things about you that no one really knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A picture of one of your celebrity crushes and 5 things you would do with/to them. No questions asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A picture and/or description of your favorite place in your world. And I’m not talking about like France or Greece. I’m talking somewhere you visit daily or at least fairly often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Please state your Hogwart’s House, your favorite spell, your patronus, your boggart, and your favorite book in the series :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Name your favorite sport and how you became interested in it. If you don’t like sports, tell us why :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What’s your guilty pleasure tv show, food, and magazine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Show me a picture of you and the person you feel closest to at this time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Rant to me. About your family. Your friends. Your friend. A celebrity. A schoolmate. A tv show. Anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If your house caught on fire what would be the most important things for you to save?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What is your favorite website aside from Tumblr? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What is your favorite book (aside from Harry Potter :))?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Show me a picture of your dream car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If you were to get a tattoo what would it be of, where would it be, and why would you get it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Show me a picture of your dream house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If your ipod was to lose all but 5 songs with no chance of getting any other songs back onto it, what would you hope those songs would be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What are you craving to eat right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Show me a picture of you smiling :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Post a picture of one thing you would buy if you had more than enough money to do so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If you could have any pet regardless of what it is, what would you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Show me a picture of yourself that you think you look good in :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What do you think your future looks like right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;List all of the things that make you smile/happier than anything else in the world/feel the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What are your favorite lyrics from a song played by your favorite band/singer/artist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Who inspires you the most? Be it based on personality, style, or what they’ve accomplished in life. Feel free to list more than one :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;Why did you choose your current profile picture/icon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-6405390654582323167?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/6405390654582323167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/07/25-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/6405390654582323167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/6405390654582323167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/07/25-things.html' title='25... Things.'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-222485642488991783</id><published>2011-06-29T16:22:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T16:31:58.148+12:00</updated><title type='text'>The Many Stages of Kevin Jia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/5210_1203396607852_1316727989_30572398_3622124_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/5210_1203396607852_1316727989_30572398_3622124_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 483px; height: 604px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Okay it started with my picture of Kevin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/5930_1212659359415_1316727989_30602872_867661_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/5930_1212659359415_1316727989_30602872_867661_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 378px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then I was dared to make this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;From this, there came a whole load of different ones :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Such as,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/5609_1061242346008_1674442178_125767_2958111_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/5609_1061242346008_1674442178_125767_2958111_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/5609_1060862176504_1674442178_125017_6414968_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 360px;" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/5609_1060862176504_1674442178_125017_6414968_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/6255_248396595295_786010295_8136372_4118535_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 453px; height: 351px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/6255_248396595295_786010295_8136372_4118535_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Now, 2 years on, we have another :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/270868_2099928307246_1516571150_2229812_3505196_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 594px; height: 439px;" src="http://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/270868_2099928307246_1516571150_2229812_3505196_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sorry Kevin but really, I had to share this with the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-222485642488991783?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/222485642488991783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/06/many-stages-of-kevin-jia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/222485642488991783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/222485642488991783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/06/many-stages-of-kevin-jia.html' title='The Many Stages of Kevin Jia'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-5742611258629806592</id><published>2011-06-29T13:49:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T14:13:15.977+12:00</updated><title type='text'>tumblr. &amp; stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I really do try to put lots of interesting pictures in my posts so they don't get boring 'cause tbh I don't think I'm that cool of a writer &amp;lt;-- Don't even make sense, fucking &lt;b&gt;ass-hat&lt;/b&gt; of a blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Who blogs to make &lt;i&gt;sense&lt;/i&gt; these days anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Too many pills? :3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I have interesting pictures all over my Tumblr anyway 'cause usually I put them on this blog, then realised that the Tumblr bookmarklet was fantastic and it was easier to put all the cool pictures there than here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then realised people probably follow one or the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So here's my tumblr if you would like to have a look-see :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It has good pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://serenaamaree.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;TUMBLR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;..I get lots from &lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/"&gt;stumbleupon&lt;/a&gt;. Highly recommended for shit days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Also &lt;a href="http://www.hypem.com/"&gt;hype machine&lt;/a&gt;. Very very good for ze moozix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(It's like 'the music' written in the accent of a half french-half african guy. &lt;i&gt;Awesome* right&lt;/i&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;* No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-5742611258629806592?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/5742611258629806592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/06/tumblr-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/5742611258629806592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/5742611258629806592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/06/tumblr-stuff.html' title='tumblr. &amp; stuff.'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-6689286550059966361</id><published>2011-06-29T13:18:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T13:31:42.501+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Pox?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sq8B5HUJK8I/Tgp_jkxYfgI/AAAAAAAAC0s/lUktZEZ_8n8/s1600/i-cant-explain-why.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sq8B5HUJK8I/Tgp_jkxYfgI/AAAAAAAAC0s/lUktZEZ_8n8/s400/i-cant-explain-why.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623447333868436994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ANKVw7MhRG0/Tgp_jVOhFMI/AAAAAAAAC0k/UhmLIu767WQ/s1600/drunk.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Off school until at least next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;It's because I have &lt;b&gt;Shingles&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(groovy, right?).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Just so I don't have to explain it 50million times, Shingles is like, when you get chicken pox when you're little, the virus stays inside a nerve, your immune system just controls it. So my immune system gapped for a bit apparently and so the chicken pox virus got "out of control" along the nerve all around my left side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's not itchy like chicken pox, it's like rashy and spotty and blistery and painful, and I'm on 13 pills a day, and it affects muscles and stuff around it which is also painful. And I could get side effects taking the pills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Wearing clothes hurts. But I'm &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; going to walk around naked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's not contagious unless you touch the actual shingles, and no one is about to do that. So &lt;i&gt;chill out &lt;/i&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;That is what Shingles is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8xgBGDOypYE/Tgp_jbYg6AI/AAAAAAAAC0c/D1shtBvVNF8/s1600/34124.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8xgBGDOypYE/Tgp_jbYg6AI/AAAAAAAAC0c/D1shtBvVNF8/s400/34124.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623447331348211714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;^ but my teddy will protect me :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Really I'm just saying I have chicken pox because I can't be bothered explaining what Shingles is. But saying I have chicken pox makes me sound like I'm a 3 year old or a Mexican (&lt;i&gt;Maria Forte Ramos* reference&lt;/i&gt;), so this is to clear the air about now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's Josh's birthday tomorrow and I organised this thing and he knows about it but just doesn't know where it is or who's coming.. and he's got some sickness virus too &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So he says he's better today, no idea how he'll be tomorrow, but uh.. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I might have to change this thing to Saturday if he's not okay. I mean I'm going to still have Shingles but I'm sure I can manage a couple of hours out to dinner if I take the painkillers immediately beforehand :p So it's more him I'm worried about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ANKVw7MhRG0/Tgp_jVOhFMI/AAAAAAAAC0k/UhmLIu767WQ/s1600/drunk.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ANKVw7MhRG0/Tgp_jVOhFMI/AAAAAAAAC0k/UhmLIu767WQ/s400/drunk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623447329695667394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mandi thinks I'm going to turn into KFC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ie, a walking burger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ie, a chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Because, of the chicken pox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;She makes my day &lt;b&gt;every time&lt;/b&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4o0BnG39tWM/Tgp_j8ongzI/AAAAAAAAC00/9y9adYHpBEo/s1600/tophat.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4o0BnG39tWM/Tgp_j8ongzI/AAAAAAAAC00/9y9adYHpBEo/s400/tophat.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623447340274123570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;^I stole this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;*You can't just say "Maria". It's like saying "Carl Perry" or "John Day". You have to say "Ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;ria Forte Ramos" because just saying the first name sounds &lt;u&gt;WRONG&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y-giCdIknpM/Tgp_jNWl5JI/AAAAAAAAC0U/uf-QO65X3ds/s1600/6f6aa8f10b1fb114d99cd729110b5f4c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y-giCdIknpM/Tgp_jNWl5JI/AAAAAAAAC0U/uf-QO65X3ds/s400/6f6aa8f10b1fb114d99cd729110b5f4c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623447327582053522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;^ best CV ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-6689286550059966361?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/6689286550059966361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/06/chicken-pox.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/6689286550059966361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/6689286550059966361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/06/chicken-pox.html' title='Chicken Pox?'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sq8B5HUJK8I/Tgp_jkxYfgI/AAAAAAAAC0s/lUktZEZ_8n8/s72-c/i-cant-explain-why.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-5963734948467991882</id><published>2011-06-28T12:48:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:06:09.668+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Maaariaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;It's been forever since I've actually legitimately blogged about something interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;SO I'M GOING TO MAKE A FRIEND SPOTLIGHT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.etftrends.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/ETF-Spotlight1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Today you will be introduced to mi amiga &lt;b&gt;Maria Forte Ramos&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;She no eres mi refrigerador. O mi aldilla. O mi burrito, o taco, o sombrero. She eres mi chica pequena :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;That spanish probably made no sense - I can say it but I just can't spell it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Basically, she isn't my fridge, or my squirrel, or my burrito or taco or sombrero - she is my little girl :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Really I shouldn't call her that 'cause she's like 3 years older than me but she is incredibly small so she deserves the title (in the most affectionate way possible).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/63340_1629307015346_1316727989_31685396_7707432_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I like her lots because I trust her with ANYTHING and she's funny and not boring and mature like lots of other people, she has fantastic dress sense, is very scandelous if you talk about Canada, she is fun to sit with and eat French Toast and pizza, and we always seem to get hit on when we're together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I think she is very pretty and she shouldn't ever change :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;What we need though, is someone for her to marry so she can stay in the country, otherwise she will get deported back to Mexico because she is an illegal immigrant terrorist swine flu drug dealer, but she wants to stay here for uni without having to pay international student fees (which are like 4x the amount of normal ones..).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So.. who's up to marrying my Maria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/65877_1663377107077_1316727989_31756101_6708574_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/65877_1663377107077_1316727989_31756101_6708574_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Because I will miss her when she's gone :/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-5963734948467991882?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/5963734948467991882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/06/maaariaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/5963734948467991882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/5963734948467991882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/06/maaariaaa.html' title='Maaariaaa'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-8364518509130179265</id><published>2011-06-21T10:10:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T10:43:08.759+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Throat Wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;I'm getting so useless at blogging :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm at home today because yesterday I went to the gym and my head started exploding, and I started sneezing everywhere, and this morning I woke up with a killer sore throat and like no energy. Yay. Sickness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kfJV_bEsFq4/Tf_MMT16KmI/AAAAAAAAC0E/4KQsiHH-_7w/s1600/Image000144.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kfJV_bEsFq4/Tf_MMT16KmI/AAAAAAAAC0E/4KQsiHH-_7w/s400/Image000144.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620435371838548578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Despite not feeling remotely like eating in case it tears apart my throat even more, I saw an add for Griffins Collisions the other day, and, if it were possible for me to get up and move remotely quickly, I would not rest until I had had the toffee-pop/mallowpuff one. My 3 favourite biscuits &lt;b&gt;ever&lt;/b&gt; are toffee pops, mallowpuffs, and tim tams. They should just throw some Tim Tams in there and make a Mallow Tam Toffee Puff (or etc). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;They sound like God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k0OdeVChlK4/Tf_ML-bt8AI/AAAAAAAACz8/yhrpKKma81U/s1600/Image000175.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k0OdeVChlK4/Tf_ML-bt8AI/AAAAAAAACz8/yhrpKKma81U/s400/Image000175.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620435366091550722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm trying to find a place that will sell large (like 500+ large) but good (like, doesn't look like shit, and is acid free) photo albums, pretty address books, and nice scrapbooks... But all kinda cheap. I found a Post shop in Whangamata that sells fantastic photo albums but unfortunately I don't have the money for them... I've forgotten the name of the brand or I would Google them. IT was like $40 for a nice looking 600 pocket photo album :) I was convinced.&lt;br /&gt;Now, places EVERYWHERE used to sell scrapbook albums for like $10. I can barely find any like that anymore - even the Warehouse has them for like $25 ARGH Any ideas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And the address book? I think I might go down to Typo and pay Gracie a visit, 'cause I KNOW they have them there... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fdiE4Mucapg/Tf_MLeuEZcI/AAAAAAAACz0/HXE2zrlFZVA/s1600/Image000107.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fdiE4Mucapg/Tf_MLeuEZcI/AAAAAAAACz0/HXE2zrlFZVA/s400/Image000107.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620435357578585538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Birthdays birthdays birthdays this month. I've been to Josh's Aunty Sylvia's, Kathryn's 16th, Phoebe's 16th, Natalie's going away party, there's Phoebe's and Lidia's joint birthday thing this weekend, and Sunday there's Maria's goodbye party (DON'T GO MARIA)... and then I'm taking Josh out for his birthday next week. SO MUCH MONEY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;On top of that, I'm trying to save up for the ball - it's in like 4 weeks :D I don't have shoes, but they should cost like $20 tops if I know where to go. Other than that I just need $20 for my nails and about $150 for my hair, but I get $110 every month and my appointment's for the 6th, so that should be sweet on top of work :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I also now know EXACTLY what to get Josh, which is good, 'cause I've spent the last like 3 months worrying about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dNfqoyjqgxM/Tf_MK7MjrXI/AAAAAAAACzs/PoM67qInbAs/s1600/Image000098.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dNfqoyjqgxM/Tf_MK7MjrXI/AAAAAAAACzs/PoM67qInbAs/s400/Image000098.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620435348042788210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;I bit my lip and it swelled up and now that it's healing the scabby bit tastes like something meta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;llic and it's weird. Is that weird? I think it's weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jNLg0G_wXRM/Tf_MKaPK94I/AAAAAAAACzk/X8SMisNAb0o/s1600/dumb-student-late-assignment-4669-1306497505-12.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jNLg0G_wXRM/Tf_MKaPK94I/AAAAAAAACzk/X8SMisNAb0o/s400/dumb-student-late-assignment-4669-1306497505-12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620435339195381634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;^ you have to click it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Painting and Photography Scholarship page 1's were due last week I think. Painting 3.2 was due yesterday and I'd done almost 6/13 images (then you have to present and annotate them). Photography 3.2 is due this Friday and we've had like 2 months to do it, I took photos a while ago and - silly me - didn't back them up onto my computer, deleted them off my camera, and kept them on my USB. Of COURSE my USB then copped it when I next tried using it to do 3.2. YAAAYYYY. So art's a bit of pressure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So's Bio. Oh God. Our new teacher seems like a GC though, Mr Prakash. But the subject itself is way harder than I imagined it would be, like seriously. The exam was shit, and I thought I was prepared :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DbHI_DCHms4/Tf_MSDQbRtI/AAAAAAAAC0M/Dhlegwv0VEQ/s1600/Image000264.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DbHI_DCHms4/Tf_MSDQbRtI/AAAAAAAAC0M/Dhlegwv0VEQ/s400/Image000264.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620435470465582802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Lacrosse is fun, but I wish training's weren't in the mornings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's too cold in the mornings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-8364518509130179265?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/8364518509130179265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/06/throat-wars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/8364518509130179265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/8364518509130179265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/06/throat-wars.html' title='Throat Wars'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kfJV_bEsFq4/Tf_MMT16KmI/AAAAAAAAC0E/4KQsiHH-_7w/s72-c/Image000144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-4605863448670909011</id><published>2011-06-06T18:06:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T18:17:20.042+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching the Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Went to Logan's today. Tried to teach Hollie some math. Told Brendan his head was large and he stopped calling Shannen (which was a good thing). Finished half the pack of melon gum Beatrice sent me from Taiwan with the help of everyone else there. Kathryn tried to make me make her food, but I didn't. Logan made a good as smoothie. I ended up making coffee and Kathryn and Shannen went out and bought everyone doughnuts. Me and Byron made Logan sing (It was good). Then I helped Logan clean up shit outside while Byron got locked out on the deck with a cigarette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Was fun tbh(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then Kathryn gave me a lift home and we wrote things like "Free candy" and "honk if you like pussy" on the side of her mum's Lexus (I hope they wash it before she comes home...), and she took Byron all the way back to Logan's 'cause he wouldn't get out of the car and walk from my house to his (2 minutes).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NAfCcyWUIwI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, thinking about maybe painting some stuff. Decided against it, 'cause there's not enough room to do it and it takes longer to set up and pack away than it does to actually paint. So I cracked down into some Bio study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I knew I'd need my book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I went into Newmarket after school on Friday and didn't want to carry around my school bag so I left it at school, contemplating on taking my Bio book out of it 'cause I knew I'd want to study, but I didn't. Stupid idea. The ESA guide explains things, but I make the cheatsheets from my book. My book also has the Biozone page numbers in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then I tried to answer questions from the Biozone and my Bio study book thing then realised I'd want those for the end of year revision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Why do people even bother studying for mid-terms? I mean.. We have another set next term, they're the ones you should be worrying about... If you miss one at the end of the year NCEA are more likely to take results from the most recent set of exams, right? Really this term's exams are just a 2 weeks break for all the seniors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Going to fail Classics and Media anyway this term :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's k 'cause my boyfriend took those subjects so he's coming over tomorrow to help teach me shit (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;(Classics and Media... not Bio.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-4605863448670909011?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/4605863448670909011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/06/catching-light.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/4605863448670909011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/4605863448670909011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/06/catching-light.html' title='Catching the Light'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/NAfCcyWUIwI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-1416971999712890663</id><published>2011-06-02T19:52:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T20:24:48.521+12:00</updated><title type='text'>STRRREEESSS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Freakout because I feel bad 'cause I asked Yilmaz (my boss) if I could work double days this weekend, and he looked a bit ergh when he took the timetable to see if I could :( I hope I do though... I could even work Queens Birthday. Which would be good, 'cause it's time and a half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And I need the money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I also need to go to the gym. I haven't been all week. Which is shit, 'cause I've been eating sooo badly, so I really need to go back.. It's the ball soon, too, so I really need to get back into it. Which I will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But exams are coming up next week; Classics and Media on Thursday (I'm not going to be very good at either...), and Bio on Friday (hopefully I'll get like, Merit for it, but I doubt it.. I'm going to be so bad at these mid-terms), then Painting and Photography workshops the next Monday and Tuesday but I might just ask if I can do them both on the Monday so it's easier for me 'cause I live so far away. And I'll go to the gym heaps, too. And play more lacrosse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And go see my boyfriend 'cause the 2 days he doesn't work at Dwights, I don't have exams in the 2nd week, so I can go see him(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And we just handed in our media assignment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But while I was typing up the Concept and Treatment after school, it took too long, so I missed the taxi to Dio so I couldn't play my lacrosse game ;( I was sad. I was looking forward to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I went to St Lukes with Maria and bought clips and earrings for the ball(: And then we bought ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JrEe6Ufu6ik/TedIURZdnEI/AAAAAAAACzY/CG6shEIuxlE/s1600/225716_214410728578459_137804856239047_796921_5008007_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JrEe6Ufu6ik/TedIURZdnEI/AAAAAAAACzY/CG6shEIuxlE/s400/225716_214410728578459_137804856239047_796921_5008007_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613534973645397058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm going to spend my night drinking Milo and watching Dr Who, even though I'm tired as hell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I am NOT missing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;PS Love you boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-1416971999712890663?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/1416971999712890663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/06/freakout-because-i-feel-bad-cause-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/1416971999712890663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/1416971999712890663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/06/freakout-because-i-feel-bad-cause-i.html' title='STRRREEESSS'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JrEe6Ufu6ik/TedIURZdnEI/AAAAAAAACzY/CG6shEIuxlE/s72-c/225716_214410728578459_137804856239047_796921_5008007_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-5133676277232609344</id><published>2011-05-29T10:35:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T10:41:06.643+12:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Days of Me: Day 20!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;FINISHED. Told y'all I could do it before the end of May(:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Someone I see myself marrying/Being with in the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;[Logan. I just couldn't see myself without him.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;[Jokes Byron &lt;i&gt;go fuck yourself lol&lt;/i&gt;.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ACTUALLY it's &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Josh&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Which makes perfect sense seeing as he's my &lt;b&gt;boyfriend&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He's &lt;i&gt;completely perfect&lt;/i&gt;, even though he doesn't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Actually :) Like, I'd want to move out with him next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And I'll miss him &lt;b&gt;truckloads&lt;/b&gt; when I go to ChCh in '13 :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I learn something new every day around him, he knows exactly how to make me smile whenever and however I'm feeling beforehand, I can trust him with anything, and I absolutely adore him :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And our sisters spent all of last night mocking him when we went to go see Pirates of the Caribbean 4. It was fantastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love you Josh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-5133676277232609344?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/5133676277232609344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/20-days-of-me-day-20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/5133676277232609344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/5133676277232609344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/20-days-of-me-day-20.html' title='20 Days of Me: Day 20!'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-2231981403294907675</id><published>2011-05-27T18:41:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T18:48:31.758+12:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Days of Me: Day 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nicknames I Have &amp;amp; Why I Have Them&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Hermione/Hermie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;When the HP movies came out, me and Emma Watson bore a striking resemblance to eachother. Then we both hit puberty, and yeah.. no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Re/Rena/Rena Bena/Rena Re/Rena Bee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My name is Serena. People just liked to use less syllables, or make it sound even &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; obscure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Frankie/Frank/Frankster&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;What happened, was that I really liked ties in year9, and Paige was obsessed with MCR in year9, and she watched a video of some guy behind the scenes of MCR, and Frank (the guitarist) put a tie around this guys neck, and from then on I got called Frankie. Then an entire "family" was built around me, and now I have like 7 cousins and 4 aunties and a sister who's actually male and my other sister who's also my aunty and a grandmother and 50 million step fathers.. I don't even know if I'd be able to write it all out in a family tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Serey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Logan put y's on the end of everything, so I get called Serey by him and Byron sometimes, when they're bored of "Re".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Mrs Josh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Happy didn't know my name, so when he was saying goodbye to Josh after a lax game one day he was like Oh bye Mrs Josh and I was like alg bro,  and I think I've been called it a couple more times since then Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I got called &lt;b&gt;Barty&lt;/b&gt; at some point in yr8 as well 'cause Bella was thinking of guy names to match all the chicks, and mine was Bartholomew or something (how the hell do you spell that).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And my mum calls me &lt;b&gt;Lovey&lt;/b&gt;, 'cause I'm lovely (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-2231981403294907675?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/2231981403294907675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/20-days-of-me-day-19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/2231981403294907675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/2231981403294907675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/20-days-of-me-day-19.html' title='20 Days of Me: Day 19'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-6231767936486165126</id><published>2011-05-26T17:18:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T17:59:21.870+12:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Days of Me: Day 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Plans/Dreams/Goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I want an &lt;b&gt;endorsement&lt;/b&gt; at the end of the year. Preferably Excellence, but I would be happy with a reasonable Merit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm also aiming for &lt;b&gt;Photography and Painting scholarships&lt;/b&gt;, and an&lt;b&gt; art prize&lt;/b&gt; :) Re-awarding my arts lion might be nice to aim for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I want to &lt;b&gt;go to the Arts, Sports, AND Leavers dinner&lt;/b&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I want to pass &lt;b&gt;Classics and Bio with Merit/Excellence&lt;/b&gt; in the NCEA exams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I want to &lt;b&gt;live in a pretty house&lt;/b&gt; with an &lt;b&gt;art studio and a lot of old teacups&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;a cat and a dog&lt;/b&gt;. And &lt;b&gt;hold parties a lot&lt;/b&gt;. And have a &lt;b&gt;walk-in wardrobe &lt;/b&gt;(&lt;i&gt;This is essential)&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I want to&lt;b&gt; do something crazy&lt;/b&gt;, so I can have funny stories to tell people. I'm always the one laughing at other people, I haven't actually done anything particularly outrageous myself. It makes me feel boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I want to be a &lt;b&gt;TV journalist&lt;/b&gt;, but then as I get older I want to maybe &lt;b&gt;own my own antique store&lt;/b&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I WILL &lt;b&gt;get my old car&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--XCFU9O3SZk/Td3oSRbFMxI/AAAAAAAACzQ/QhQxNrdQ970/s1600/mustang2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--XCFU9O3SZk/Td3oSRbFMxI/AAAAAAAACzQ/QhQxNrdQ970/s400/mustang2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610896111385785106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 264px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KRYN3blqGK0/Td3oSC7KGFI/AAAAAAAACzI/-QbeUJo4Ot8/s1600/msutang1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KRYN3blqGK0/Td3oSC7KGFI/AAAAAAAACzI/-QbeUJo4Ot8/s400/msutang1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610896107493791826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 264px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;...and I will drive down a long open road in the sunset with the top down, singing along to old songs. Like '&lt;i&gt;Summer of '69&lt;/i&gt;', and '&lt;i&gt;Hurts So Good&lt;/i&gt;', and others like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I want to &lt;b&gt;wake up on a beach and watch the sunrise, skydive, bungy, parachute, white-water raft, kayak into the sunset, ride in a hot air balloon, go on a 5-star cruise, travel the world&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;make a gallery of my artwork&lt;/b&gt; one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I want to get around to getting my &lt;b&gt;restricted licence&lt;/b&gt; before the end of Term3 this year. And I would like to get my &lt;b&gt;dive licence&lt;/b&gt; at some point...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I want to go to Paeroa with a few hundred dollars and just &lt;b&gt;buy shitloads of antiques&lt;/b&gt; with my nana. Maybe I'll do that these holidays...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I will &lt;b&gt;dye my hair blonde&lt;/b&gt;, just to see what it looks like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Maybe I'll &lt;b&gt;have a photography studio&lt;/b&gt; in my house, and buy a fantastic camera and cool lighting equipment, and do photography as a recreational side business, because it's something I love doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10135943/tumblr_llrikhIjND1qfyjogo1_400_large.png?1306371722" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10135943/tumblr_llrikhIjND1qfyjogo1_400_large.png?1306371722" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 588px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(^ that is not me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I want to get a &lt;b&gt;degree in relaxation massage&lt;/b&gt; from the Massage College. And get a &lt;b&gt;certificate in Spanish language&lt;/b&gt;. And do a &lt;b&gt;hair and makeup course&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I want to try &lt;b&gt;work full time at Michael Hill&lt;/b&gt; next year, just as a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;One day, I'll &lt;b&gt;shave my head for cancer&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I want to go on a huge &lt;b&gt;road-trip&lt;/b&gt; with a few hundred dollars, and a couple of friends, and just do heaps of random stuff none of us have ever heard of before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Most importantly though.. I want to have a &lt;b&gt;family&lt;/b&gt; one day. I want to be able to put all my photo's from nowadays into a huge photo album, and have my children go through it one day, laughing at all the crap I used to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GJsV4fgwCUI/Td3nEflRbJI/AAAAAAAACzA/MxiZod5Fwlg/s1600/tumblr_lk71ueld9u1qaecyko1_500.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GJsV4fgwCUI/Td3nEflRbJI/AAAAAAAACzA/MxiZod5Fwlg/s400/tumblr_lk71ueld9u1qaecyko1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610894775156829330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 126px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-6231767936486165126?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/6231767936486165126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/20-days-of-me-day-18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/6231767936486165126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/6231767936486165126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/20-days-of-me-day-18.html' title='20 Days of Me: Day 18'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--XCFU9O3SZk/Td3oSRbFMxI/AAAAAAAACzQ/QhQxNrdQ970/s72-c/mustang2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-7511045165872202680</id><published>2011-05-25T18:50:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T20:00:36.487+12:00</updated><title type='text'>The Science of Cookies and Dying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Remember &lt;a href="http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/frog-squirrel-jesus-death.html"&gt;that other post with all the pictures&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I was at my boyfriends today and he walked out wearing his dress shirt. Untucked. With the sleeves up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Not even sure if he reads my blog. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N-LuQQeVDPE/Tdy2VIOcl7I/AAAAAAAACyo/NvZDp44sYzk/s400/oKsGl.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610559709898381234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 231px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Omg, one of the latest 1-day deals is reeeally cheap makeup :D So I'm pretty keen to buy it. LOreal's good, right...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piXE8lFEABo/TSkJXlnidhI/AAAAAAAABFQ/bq87RxlBNdI/s1600/archenemies.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 387px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I want to climb Everest one day. Just to say I'd done it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SvtJTihEdqw/Tdy2VXkbh9I/AAAAAAAACy4/lfZpBwPuKL4/s1600/71766_460s.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SvtJTihEdqw/Tdy2VXkbh9I/AAAAAAAACy4/lfZpBwPuKL4/s400/71766_460s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610559714017118162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I want to renovate a barn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2XZ9pcSNmqg/Tdy2Vfr4fjI/AAAAAAAACyw/tyihR0rBUR0/s1600/aa0518b21b29e6fd15b442ba33f084b9e465cf83.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2XZ9pcSNmqg/Tdy2Vfr4fjI/AAAAAAAACyw/tyihR0rBUR0/s400/aa0518b21b29e6fd15b442ba33f084b9e465cf83.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610559716195860018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I can't wait until I get to eat this Chocolate Cookies ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I have nothing more to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qVLrQPiRnYc/Tdy2U7Fh_qI/AAAAAAAACyg/9P-We6hzW_k/s1600/fighting%2Bfor%2Bpeace.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qVLrQPiRnYc/Tdy2U7Fh_qI/AAAAAAAACyg/9P-We6hzW_k/s400/fighting%2Bfor%2Bpeace.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610559706371325602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Except, I really want a trained budgie that will sit on my shoulder and I can walk around with. There were a couple on this girls shoulder in Raglan when me and Josh went on an adventure to town, and she left me have one on my shoulder for a bit, and I freaked out in excitement and had to give it back before I stole it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I want to walk around Queen Street with a budgie on my shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;PS. It's k guys we're gonna die October 21, he just got the date wrong.. for the 2nd time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-7511045165872202680?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/7511045165872202680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/science-of-cookies-and-dying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/7511045165872202680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/7511045165872202680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/science-of-cookies-and-dying.html' title='The Science of Cookies and Dying'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N-LuQQeVDPE/Tdy2VIOcl7I/AAAAAAAACyo/NvZDp44sYzk/s72-c/oKsGl.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-6788124457176435361</id><published>2011-05-25T18:36:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T18:46:17.300+12:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Days of Me: Day 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Someone You Would Like To Switch Lives With For A Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Kate Middleton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ok I'm not one of those OH MY GOD HE'S A PRINCE HE'S SO HANDSOME I MUST HAVE HIM girls. But I think it's so cute how she was like a normal girl who had good goals in life then all of a sudden was thrown into this world of royalty and paparazzi and all this, and suddenly has all these reputations and expectations.. I couldn't imagine what that'd be like, and I think it'd be really interesting to know what a day in the life of Kate would be (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-6788124457176435361?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/6788124457176435361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/20-days-of-me-day-17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/6788124457176435361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/6788124457176435361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/20-days-of-me-day-17.html' title='20 Days of Me: Day 17'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-3341846166270939802</id><published>2011-05-24T18:26:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T18:37:18.558+12:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Days of Me - Day 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Another Picture of Myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CC6XtpADYbs/TdtRvtSJ12I/AAAAAAAACyY/-Pg-eWr8xOI/s1600/me%2Bmahia.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CC6XtpADYbs/TdtRvtSJ12I/AAAAAAAACyY/-Pg-eWr8xOI/s400/me%2Bmahia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610167640871524194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mahia was the photographer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He likes recognition :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It was good fun, but all the hair-flipping almost put my neck out, I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;...Must do it again one day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-3341846166270939802?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/3341846166270939802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/20-days-of-me-day-16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/3341846166270939802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/3341846166270939802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/20-days-of-me-day-16.html' title='20 Days of Me - Day 16'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CC6XtpADYbs/TdtRvtSJ12I/AAAAAAAACyY/-Pg-eWr8xOI/s72-c/me%2Bmahia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-1715111153600520224</id><published>2011-05-23T20:14:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T20:25:47.325+12:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Days of Me: Day 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;iTunes on Shuffle - 1st 10 songs that play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Right. You've got to remember, my iTunes consists of 5257 songs, a lot of which are part of albums I've been given and haven't even listened to yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;SO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm going to put through shuffle and go next until it's a song I've actually listened to before (at least once - whether I remember listening or not. Thank you, song count.)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yellowcard - Sue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Eminem - I'm Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sting - Need Your Love So Bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Demi Lovato - Quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Glee Cast - Defying Gravity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Owl City - Umbrella Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The Fray - Heaven Forbid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Holiday Parade - Slam Crunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Nickelback - Photographe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The All-American Rejects - Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ByZSLeXIyxc/TdoZzX_0UvI/AAAAAAAACyQ/L13DLnoGCiE/s1600/a2_movember31.areoq3geg7k80so8kgsgg40wo.8stptjhjiloocgcc4s4coc0wo.th.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ByZSLeXIyxc/TdoZzX_0UvI/AAAAAAAACyQ/L13DLnoGCiE/s400/a2_movember31.areoq3geg7k80so8kgsgg40wo.8stptjhjiloocgcc4s4coc0wo.th.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609824656249082610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;^ Click to enlarge. &lt;b&gt;You want to.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-1715111153600520224?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/1715111153600520224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/20-days-of-me-day-15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/1715111153600520224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/1715111153600520224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/20-days-of-me-day-15.html' title='20 Days of Me: Day 15'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ByZSLeXIyxc/TdoZzX_0UvI/AAAAAAAACyQ/L13DLnoGCiE/s72-c/a2_movember31.areoq3geg7k80so8kgsgg40wo.8stptjhjiloocgcc4s4coc0wo.th.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-5763553638888861236</id><published>2011-05-22T17:43:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T18:01:21.688+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Frog. Squirrel. Jesus. Death.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jesus was wrong.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We're still alive.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/229339_10150179039902884_517947883_6727487_7997954_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 160px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Yeah... I think that's the only expression I could think of for that statement.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's terrible how people were having End Of The World parties (Well.. any excuse for a party I guess), and some people even put down their pets so they "wouldn't have to suffer the end of the world"... Well that's what you get for being so warped. Wtf?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I didn't really understand what it was, but I wasn't really worried tbh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llko2q3KuR1qj38q5o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 248px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llko2q3KuR1qj38q5o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I actually just realised that that is so completely true.. but not if it's tucked in. If it's untucked, and the sleeves are rolled up, and it's a dress shirt, it's sexy as all hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yes, I want my boyfriend to read that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HcWMGPhDbjs/TS_TQLjOyXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/dcDkVTokeIA/s320/stuff-no-one-told-me-11.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HcWMGPhDbjs/TS_TQLjOyXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/dcDkVTokeIA/s320/stuff-no-one-told-me-11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;^ And exactly. This is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iWV2keI_uIY/Tdii2xGuFAI/AAAAAAAACyI/W-Xrb0JcFT4/s1600/72065_460s.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iWV2keI_uIY/Tdii2xGuFAI/AAAAAAAACyI/W-Xrb0JcFT4/s400/72065_460s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609412397668111362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Okay I might as well actually say some stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We had Indian Dance :D But we didn't win anything. But at least we didn't fuck up :D It was kinda fun tbh. And the butter chicken was good (NO I DIDN'T EAT THE CHICKEN PART).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But now I have to get the footage off my dad 'cause Vince wants it for the Leavers DVD and I'm like FINEEEE.  But I still don't get why the competition was called 'Rockerz' Intersecondary Dance Competition, so I renamed it 'Butter Chicken' Intersecondary Dance Competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I thought the name was fitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P-2_DZYwAl8/Tdii2o5h3QI/AAAAAAAACyA/RCPCWKLHCqg/s1600/tumblr_lhrvh2wcFk1qaaowno1_1280.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P-2_DZYwAl8/Tdii2o5h3QI/AAAAAAAACyA/RCPCWKLHCqg/s400/tumblr_lhrvh2wcFk1qaaowno1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609412395465301250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Zemelda's dad has a Nanu-stache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Quv-aiEM96s/Tdii2icggEI/AAAAAAAACx4/4314I-tELRI/s1600/201011191019.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Quv-aiEM96s/Tdii2icggEI/AAAAAAAACx4/4314I-tELRI/s400/201011191019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609412393732964418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;^ that's a cool idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Omg, I got told on like Friday that Painting 3.2 was due Wednesday, and I've done like 2 images. Out of like 8. And I think I have to do some other stuff too.. Freaking out a bit. I've been having an artist-block :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I don't know when photography's due, but it won't be that hard to do my 3.2 board.. I'll just use Logan as a model I think, 'cause it'll be easy - Just give him a guitar and basically my images will be taken from whatever happens next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And Media? We haven't taken vox pops, interviews of Josh, Emily or William... And it's due June 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Oh and Exams in a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Freakout?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-5763553638888861236?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/5763553638888861236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/frog-squirrel-jesus-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/5763553638888861236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/5763553638888861236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/frog-squirrel-jesus-death.html' title='Frog. Squirrel. Jesus. Death.'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HcWMGPhDbjs/TS_TQLjOyXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/dcDkVTokeIA/s72-c/stuff-no-one-told-me-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-4574495878124374549</id><published>2011-05-22T17:29:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T17:38:36.789+12:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Days of Me: Day 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A Picture of my Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5k74zl8F2EI/TdigRe8U6NI/AAAAAAAACxw/arF5LrH3nIQ/s1600/DSCF2115.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5k74zl8F2EI/TdigRe8U6NI/AAAAAAAACxw/arF5LrH3nIQ/s400/DSCF2115.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609409558114265298" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Okay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Back row&lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt;: Tante Carrie, Opa, Oma, Dad, CJ (Dad's cousin's daughter), Adrian (Dad's cousin)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd row&lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt;: Mum, Aunty Dawn, Carrie (Dad's cousin's wife)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Front row&lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt;: Amaya (Sister), Kaitlyn (Sister), me, Jazz (cousin)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-4574495878124374549?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/4574495878124374549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/20-days-of-me-day-14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/4574495878124374549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/4574495878124374549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/20-days-of-me-day-14.html' title='20 Days of Me: Day 14'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5k74zl8F2EI/TdigRe8U6NI/AAAAAAAACxw/arF5LrH3nIQ/s72-c/DSCF2115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-3712699567500921854</id><published>2011-05-21T08:49:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T09:00:00.979+12:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Days of Me: Day 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A Letter to the Last Person who Hurt Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Okay I had this wild weird dream last night where first off I was in this massive house with heaps of people I didn't know and I controlled their death or whatever and when I wrote their names onto a piece of paper, they'd line up then suddenly be like oh alright, lie down on this bed I was sitting next to me, and just sort of die. And I had potato salad all over me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then someone really skinny actually painfully died and I was like this isn't right then someone came up to me (who looked a bit like Ben Barnes but more solemn) and said I was going to die and I was like WUT NO and then they walked upstairs and I wrapped up the latest dead person in the grey sheet and threw them into a rubbish bin. Then they wrote my name onto a piece of paper. Okay, then this is what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I remember Mana, Victoria, Josh, and Micheal being there. I think Mana was on the sidelines talking, but there was this massive meat cleaver being passed around, and first someone cut my stomach with it, then I had it and I was like I am not doing this and suddenly Micheal came towards me with it yelling in raging spite about how much he hated me for what I did and then he started stabbing me with it too, then Josh turned up and then Josh had the knife and started trying to kill Micheal and I was yelling at Josh to stop it and Mana was chilling on the sidelines with her lemon-water coke bottle talking to me, then Victoria wasn't there anymore and there was that other guy and a couple of other people and I got all confused because my tummy was sore but I wasn't dead yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then I woke up, and wasn't able to get to sleep for ages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;SO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dear Random Guy, Victoria, and Micheal :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;(Because no one's actually hurt me lately)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Firstly, &lt;i&gt;to the random guy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I of course understand that killing people at my own will wasn't the most favorable of  hobbies I could've pursued. However, I believe it was the presence of Paige's potato salad that altered my brain waves and sent me into an out-of-control frenzy, as I was too busy focusing on the absolute Godliness and bliss of it to know what else I was doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I do not think that I deserved to get sliced with a massive knife for simply enjoying some potato salad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Secondly, &lt;i&gt;to Victoria.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm not sure why you were an accomplice here, I'm not sure I've done anything to you, except invite you to my preball. Perhaps this is karma for not leaving the space open for Byron, but oh well. I still think you are a lovely person, I will not hold my death against you in any way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Thirdly, &lt;i&gt;to Micheal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Fair enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-3712699567500921854?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/3712699567500921854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/20-days-of-me-day-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/3712699567500921854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/3712699567500921854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/20-days-of-me-day-13.html' title='20 Days of Me: Day 13'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-6993727292971427860</id><published>2011-05-18T20:50:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T20:55:09.607+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Herp Derp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C8O-L5X6imA/TdOIjCNEloI/AAAAAAAACxo/8jwLO8Ad-ng/s1600/tumblr_llcbn6jyyr1qcxcjfo1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C8O-L5X6imA/TdOIjCNEloI/AAAAAAAACxo/8jwLO8Ad-ng/s400/tumblr_llcbn6jyyr1qcxcjfo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607976096474896002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Really just chilling out with some pictures to be completely honest. I haven't done much in the last, like... day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-df8y81Q7bq0/TdOIi2PLZ_I/AAAAAAAACxg/vGKnfPr6ZOM/s1600/the%2Bmask%2Bvs%2Bthe%2Bqueen.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-df8y81Q7bq0/TdOIi2PLZ_I/AAAAAAAACxg/vGKnfPr6ZOM/s400/the%2Bmask%2Bvs%2Bthe%2Bqueen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607976093262505970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I met MC this morning. She lax trained us. She told me I was going to decapitate Tania's arm. I almost cried in laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Apparently the aim was to send us back to class with sore arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My arm wasn't sure until Vlad punched it to see if it was sore when he punched it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It was sore AFTER he punched it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Faggot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuYAivJ4C9Y/TdOIiiXRpUI/AAAAAAAACxY/2oIQCjH2FFE/s1600/Star-Wars-crayons-634x449.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuYAivJ4C9Y/TdOIiiXRpUI/AAAAAAAACxY/2oIQCjH2FFE/s400/Star-Wars-crayons-634x449.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607976087927760194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Starwars is cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CmcqgNXM4os/TdOIis1KtYI/AAAAAAAACxQ/6RntSXCuuOc/s1600/chewbacca_dog.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CmcqgNXM4os/TdOIis1KtYI/AAAAAAAACxQ/6RntSXCuuOc/s400/chewbacca_dog.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607976090737489282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's k 'cause my dad's a nerd so I can like Star Wars and Star Trek and Dr Who and it's okay :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm annoyed because it takes like 20mins to get to town from my house but the limo that I want to book for the ball which is $200 for half an hour tells me it'll take them 45 minutes, so it's going to be $300 instead. I guess it is like 530 leaving time so there'll be traffic... but still. An extra $100. Ehhh I'll cover it... At least I got to book it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-6993727292971427860?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/6993727292971427860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/herp-derp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/6993727292971427860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/6993727292971427860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/herp-derp.html' title='Herp Derp.'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C8O-L5X6imA/TdOIjCNEloI/AAAAAAAACxo/8jwLO8Ad-ng/s72-c/tumblr_llcbn6jyyr1qcxcjfo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-1982356151713171414</id><published>2011-05-17T19:08:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T19:36:16.500+12:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Gold(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hai minions. Have a blog. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/230954_2086643688477_1316727989_32483867_2095103_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9849060/thing.22626658.l_large.jpg?1305612567" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9849060/thing.22626658.l_large.jpg?1305612567" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This is really just full of some stuff, some random stuff that's happened, and a whole load of random pictures I've meant to put on my blog for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9848738/tumblr_llbrycuDsn1qfqg9ro1_500_large.jpg?1305611428" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 256px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9848738/tumblr_llbrycuDsn1qfqg9ro1_500_large.jpg?1305611428" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Really I just wanted an excuse to blog. The next day on the "20 Days of Me" is to write a letter to the last person who hurt me, and I can't think of who that would be, so I'm just blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9849396/tumblr_llbu7wNXtg1qg7h98o1_500_large.jpg?1305614143" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 276px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9849396/tumblr_llbu7wNXtg1qg7h98o1_500_large.jpg?1305614143" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My dinner's ready apparently. Mummy went shopping today, so we have food now. I wonder what we're eating tonight :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I had some chips with Zemelda before tutoring and they were nice as. So I'm a bit  full. But oh well :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9848735/tumblr_llbrwuWJ531qfqg9ro1_500_large.jpg?1305611415" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 322px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9848735/tumblr_llbrwuWJ531qfqg9ro1_500_large.jpg?1305611415" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My tooth really hurts. The left canine one. Because it's still a baby and the dentist told me to wriggle it because it needs to come out 'cause the adult one is underneathe it, and I refuse to let them shove a needle into my gum and let them do it for me. So my entire mouth like aches now because I've been yanking my tooth back and forth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yeowch ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sWCwymmXkwo/TdIhbfsQ2ZI/AAAAAAAACxI/ocYj-pLAA9M/s1600/herbivour.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sWCwymmXkwo/TdIhbfsQ2ZI/AAAAAAAACxI/ocYj-pLAA9M/s400/herbivour.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607581242277026194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I had a bacon and egg McMuffin on Sunday morning, and I got peer pressured into eating the bacon by Logan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I stared at it for 10 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then I ate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And it was NICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Except then the next day in photography Byron showed me this picture of all these dead pigs and I was like I am never eating bacon again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g1RIQqOPNQw/TdIhbdnYk5I/AAAAAAAACxA/AXGbU-ve8qg/s1600/Nemo_Graffiti_by_cocktail_hour.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g1RIQqOPNQw/TdIhbdnYk5I/AAAAAAAACxA/AXGbU-ve8qg/s400/Nemo_Graffiti_by_cocktail_hour.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607581241719690130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PTHyUgKD0qE/TdIhbGmpGRI/AAAAAAAACw4/PriUR4RQMqg/s1600/Crayon-Prank.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PTHyUgKD0qE/TdIhbGmpGRI/AAAAAAAACw4/PriUR4RQMqg/s400/Crayon-Prank.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607581235542563090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;^I will do this to my boyfriend's car one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(Wow I hope he doesn't check my blog often)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xTQkvUr9xyk/TdIha9QWPRI/AAAAAAAACww/35q1koH5gGE/s1600/best-excuse-to-cancel-class-ever-18595-1303223640-9.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xTQkvUr9xyk/TdIha9QWPRI/AAAAAAAACww/35q1koH5gGE/s400/best-excuse-to-cancel-class-ever-18595-1303223640-9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607581233033133330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I was annoyed that Masterchef saw Nadia win. I liked Jax so much more. I mean okay obviously Nadia would win after all Jax's macaroons fell off the tower, but STILL! Nadia's such a crier! She's cute though.. so that's okay :) And she seems like a good cook, which is what it's all about I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;What really annoys me though, is Simon Gault, who tells people they won't be able to make it, talks to them for 10 minutes to distract them then tells them they have like 10 seconds left, and just WON'T. SHUT. UP. I yelled at the TV sooo many times during that series.. Holy shit &amp;gt;&amp;lt; ARGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BImWvkyhROo/TdIhapg_TgI/AAAAAAAACwo/96A6jsvrZak/s1600/AsianAging.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 64px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BImWvkyhROo/TdIhapg_TgI/AAAAAAAACwo/96A6jsvrZak/s400/AsianAging.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607581227734224386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You might need to click on that picture to enlarge it to read it. It's quite good :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mmm there's nothing else to say now really except to blog Mahia's photography.. It was good fun :) I hurt my neck flying my hair around though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/230954_2086643688477_1316727989_32483867_2095103_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/230954_2086643688477_1316727989_32483867_2095103_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 720px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/231146_2086627888082_1316727989_32483825_2309626_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/231146_2086627888082_1316727989_32483825_2309626_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 720px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/227167_2086612847706_1316727989_32483775_7140267_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/227167_2086612847706_1316727989_32483775_7140267_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 530px; height: 720px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-1982356151713171414?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/1982356151713171414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/youre-gold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/1982356151713171414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/1982356151713171414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/youre-gold.html' title='You&apos;re Gold(:'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sWCwymmXkwo/TdIhbfsQ2ZI/AAAAAAAACxI/ocYj-pLAA9M/s72-c/herbivour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-1778079035650973850</id><published>2011-05-16T18:53:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T19:06:23.722+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama is Batman.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;So I haven't actually blogged properly in ages, I just reblog on Tumblr and put shit on Facebook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pretty. Useless.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dD5OgIxM4x8/TdDLkfMTM_I/AAAAAAAACwg/pz1HloG5G7o/s400/enhanced-buzz-4344-1304444478-11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607205363785085938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Apparently I get my Classics Assignment back this week and to be honest I'm freaking out a little bit. Like how I'm freaking out about the Indian guy at Michael Hill New Lynn who kept hitting on me. And the lacrosse game I have on Thursday. And trying to think of a photography board idea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Miss liked the bullshit I made up about the meaning behind the pictures of Josh I took though, so I might continue that idea throughout 3.2 and 3.3, and use it for scholarship, because scholarship is basically just smart ideas and thinking behind all my images.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Apaprently scholarship brings up the general NCEA mark of your board as well, which is good. Maybe I'll get more than Achieved for Photography this year then. And have a hearty chance at another Excellence this year for painting :) I kinda hope I get schol for both of them.. $1,000 in hand would be kinda handy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;SOMETHING ELSE I'M NERVOUS ABOUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Indian Dance.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;2/3 practises a week I couldn't make last term because I had Shiela Winn, which Patrick then pulled us out of the day before it was supposed to be performed, so I was already behind until Zemelda came over and like small-angry-indian-woman-beat me until I learnt it. Now I can almost do it :) Which is probably good, seeing as it's this Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;7pm, Logan Campbell Center, $20 for a ticket... if anyone's interested in watching me make a fool of myself :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm so excited for the high tea me and Philippa are hoping to organise in honour of Breast Cancer :D I know that's October, but I haven't really been in charge of much Welfare stuff except for the Bake Sale for Christchurch (which was an increeeedible success!), so we got a bit excited about organising something MAGS hasn't done before :pp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dD5OgIxM4x8/TdDLkfMTM_I/AAAAAAAACwg/pz1HloG5G7o/s1600/enhanced-buzz-4344-1304444478-11.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fttwwKIVBRc/TdDLkJ5sHoI/AAAAAAAACwY/vzz1HuvLMcI/s1600/enhanced-buzz-4343-1304444484-5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fttwwKIVBRc/TdDLkJ5sHoI/AAAAAAAACwY/vzz1HuvLMcI/s400/enhanced-buzz-4343-1304444484-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607205358069882498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Exams coming up. Not happy. Going to have to like live inside my ESA study guide for Bio... That's okay though, because it's fun to me, and I can just study in my cafe with caramel lattes and good food :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I want to make feijoa muffins. I love feijoa's. Oh and I tried my first persimmon the other day. It was like God. I like that Josh has a persimmon tree. Faaaantastic... &amp;gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-1778079035650973850?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/1778079035650973850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/obama-is-batman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/1778079035650973850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/1778079035650973850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/obama-is-batman.html' title='Obama is Batman.'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dD5OgIxM4x8/TdDLkfMTM_I/AAAAAAAACwg/pz1HloG5G7o/s72-c/enhanced-buzz-4344-1304444478-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-865454479016771242</id><published>2011-05-15T19:36:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T19:38:53.902+12:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Days of Me - Day 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;How I Found Out About Blogger And Why I Made One&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I googled. I wanted something to put writing on, and I thought if I couldn't find a host site, I'd start a blog. Blogspot looked most popular and easiest (I'd tried livejournal and wordpress and all that)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'd keep lyrics, stories, Facebook notes, shit like that on it. Then I realised a few months after I starting doing that, that it was gay to just do that, and actually blogging would be so much cooler, then I realised there were HTML skins and all that and I got excited as and now it's like yay :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-865454479016771242?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/865454479016771242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/20-days-of-me-day-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/865454479016771242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/865454479016771242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/20-days-of-me-day-12.html' title='20 Days of Me - Day 12'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-6512697208962109674</id><published>2011-05-14T18:35:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T18:38:54.473+12:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Days of Me - Day 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Another Photo of Your and Your Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/148721_458662709161_594904161_5333107_4288365_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 474px;" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/148721_458662709161_594904161_5333107_4288365_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This was at the ball last year, one of my favourite photos :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Left to Right: Beatrice, Meela, Sid, Samantha, myself, Micheal, Calypso, Mana, Emily, and Jay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-6512697208962109674?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/6512697208962109674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/20-days-of-me-day-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/6512697208962109674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/6512697208962109674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/20-days-of-me-day-11.html' title='20 Days of Me - Day 11'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-2206694625271089509</id><published>2011-05-03T20:27:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T20:48:09.592+12:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Days of Me - Day 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Songs I listen to when I'm:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Happy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Owl City maybe, some Jessie J, also Tommy&amp;amp;Krista by Thirsty Merc because it's so upbeat.. :D Even if it's really depressing lyrics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uI6BxLEX2Is" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qMxX-QOV9tI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DVktb64sL9o" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Smile by Uncle Kracker is usually the song to &lt;i&gt;make&lt;/i&gt; me happy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PP_apsbNev8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sad&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My ultimate depressive song is Broken by Seether and Amy Lee. Otherwise any song that can relate.. From Mario to John Mayer, to like.. God I don't even know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hPC2Fp7IT7o" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CbJ-e5wJLgQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bored&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Anything really. Usually chill music... John Mayer, Jack Johnson, Katie Melua, Jamie Cullum, some Opshop, etc :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dX7MktaEMh0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hyped&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Usually it'll be music I'm hyped on! Dubstep, Electronica, otherwise just good music from either older singles (Chris Brown's "Forever", Summer of '69, Mambo no.5, etc :D) or from now (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5sMKX22BHeE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eFjjO_lhf9c" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mad&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Anything Breaking Benjamin. Or Avenged Sevenfold. ANGRY MUSIC :) I used to listen to Simple Plan's "One Day" when I got really mad at my parents...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nECDtYTgCRA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-2206694625271089509?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/2206694625271089509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/20-days-of-me-day-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/2206694625271089509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/2206694625271089509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/20-days-of-me-day-10.html' title='20 Days of Me - Day 10'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uI6BxLEX2Is/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-3244773386595915896</id><published>2011-05-02T19:38:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T19:39:14.373+12:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Days of Me - Day 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Something You're Proud Of In The Last Few Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I deleted someone I really really really despise now on Facebook, which is a big thing for me 'cause I don't like letting people know when I'm not too happy with them, but really I don't care at all anymore so I was like FUCKIT and pressed delete :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;/Proud of self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-3244773386595915896?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/3244773386595915896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/20-days-of-me-day-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/3244773386595915896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/3244773386595915896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/20-days-of-me-day-9.html' title='20 Days of Me - Day 9'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-7610317030917210563</id><published>2011-05-01T10:35:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T10:41:36.125+12:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Days of Me - Day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Short Term Goals For This Month And Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Learn how to cradle and shoot properly in lacrosse.&lt;/i&gt; It looks so much easier than it is, and I'm trying to learn but it's hard &amp;gt;&amp;lt; It's fun though, so I'm keen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Get at &lt;u&gt;least&lt;/u&gt; 5 paintings done for 3.2&lt;/i&gt;. I don't want to leave all 3 boards to the last minute, because it'd be crazy having to do all that on top of all the scholarship paperwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Finish the &lt;a href="http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/20-days-of-me.html"&gt;20 Days of Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I'm so bad at these things... I also want to &lt;i&gt;keep doing the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-50-Day-Photo-Challenge/190323724317370?sk=info"&gt;100 Day Photo Challenge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; on my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/fbx/?set=a.1984634338307.2123132.1316727989&amp;amp;l=da07442284"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Try and b&lt;i&gt;log enough so that I can get to 4000 hits&lt;/i&gt;! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Lose.. &lt;/i&gt;say.&lt;i&gt;. 3 kgs at the gym&lt;/i&gt;. I've just been staying steadily around 60, for sooo long &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Save $70 a week&lt;/i&gt; to go toward the ball this year :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-7610317030917210563?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/7610317030917210563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/20-days-of-me-day-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/7610317030917210563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/7610317030917210563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/05/20-days-of-me-day-8.html' title='20 Days of Me - Day 8'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-7085203772111376678</id><published>2011-04-29T10:36:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T10:44:24.340+12:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Days of Me - Day  7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A Picture Of Someone/Something That Has The Biggest Impact On You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/206377_2010568386642_1316727989_32372472_5639436_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 526px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Probably my best friends Logan and Byron :) They're pretty fantastic, and definitely have a lot of impact on me.. Don't know what I'd do without them =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-7085203772111376678?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/7085203772111376678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/20-days-of-me-day-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/7085203772111376678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/7085203772111376678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/20-days-of-me-day-7.html' title='20 Days of Me - Day  7'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-2850811621343860783</id><published>2011-04-28T19:10:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T19:11:53.893+12:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Days of Me - Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Favourite Super Hero and Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tbh I don't think I have a favourite. I was never really into superheroes when I was little.. I love Spiderman though I think, if I had to choose one. He's pretty cool. The movies were really good :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-2850811621343860783?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/2850811621343860783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/20-days-of-me-day-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/2850811621343860783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/2850811621343860783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/20-days-of-me-day-6.html' title='20 Days of Me - Day 6'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-6382708921349918958</id><published>2011-04-27T22:29:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T22:33:10.785+12:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Days of Me - Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Obviously I couldn't keep blogging this while I've been on holiday (since the 16th... which I will blog about as soon as I get the photo's off my camera and Edison's ones are put on Facebook too, which will probably be next week), so I'll just kick start where Ieft off.. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Picture of Somewhere You've Been To&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.3news.co.nz/Portals/0-Articles/193796/poor-knights-island.jpg?width=300" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Poor Knights - the most beautiful spot EVER. Been there twice snorkeling and free diving and stuff :) It's so gorgeous, I would love to go again (except this time without the freaky pink jellyfish...)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-6382708921349918958?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/6382708921349918958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/20-days-of-me-day-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/6382708921349918958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/6382708921349918958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/20-days-of-me-day-5.html' title='20 Days of Me - Day 5'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-1191019013810902834</id><published>2011-04-16T10:12:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T10:14:19.229+12:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Days of Me - Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A Habit I Wish I Didn't Have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Biting my nails! OMG I hate it so much. It makes them look so scungy, but I do it without realising! When I'm nervous and stuff.. Sometimes putting pretty polish on them helps, and sometimes putting that weird tasting stuff helps.. But usually the only thing that really works is acrylics, and I don't plan on getting them until the ball &amp;gt;&amp;lt; ARGH MUST. STOP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-1191019013810902834?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/1191019013810902834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/20-days-of-me-day-4_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/1191019013810902834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/1191019013810902834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/20-days-of-me-day-4_16.html' title='20 Days of Me - Day 4'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-8863462054925954653</id><published>2011-04-15T20:34:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T20:55:29.629+12:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Gift Anyone Could Get Me Ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://flannelmondays.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/6a00e54ee7b64288330115712c991c970b-500wi.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://flannelmondays.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/6a00e54ee7b64288330115712c991c970b-500wi.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 273px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Okay. So if you don't think this looks like the best motherfucking candy you've seen in your entire squirreljesus life, then you need to go and slam your testicles in a knife drawer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The best gift you could ever get me, is if you ordered &lt;b&gt;Strawberried Peanut Butter M&amp;amp;M's&lt;/b&gt; and gave them to me. Oh God I would be your &lt;i&gt;slave for the rest of my miserable life&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Only my life wouldn't be miserable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Because I would have Strawberried Peanut Butter M&amp;amp;M's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51klxyV8QrL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51klxyV8QrL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what you can order from Amazon (if you want to buy them for me, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Strawberried-Peanut-Butter-Candies-Twenty/dp/B0028KA0TQ"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;). I am completely and utterly heartbroken at the fact Amazon doesn't ship to New Zealand 'cause it's like Amazon is the dominant male and if Earth was a female amazon and it's offspring were countries, we would be the pathetic little runt of the litter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yeah I totally just went all Biology on your ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://imisscookies.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/mmspb-300x200.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://imisscookies.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/mmspb-300x200.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Just to remind you how good they are, and to convince you to buy them for me, here's another picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Just to reiterate, I&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; WOULD LOVE YOU FOREVER IF YOU BOUGHT ME STRAWBERRIED PEANUT BUTTER M&amp;amp;MS.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;..Oh my God I just remembered Logan's going to England later this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hey, Logaannnn....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-8863462054925954653?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/8863462054925954653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/best-gift-anyone-could-get-me-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/8863462054925954653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/8863462054925954653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/best-gift-anyone-could-get-me-ever.html' title='The Best Gift Anyone Could Get Me Ever.'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-6088327384404254970</id><published>2011-04-15T19:28:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T19:36:56.655+12:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Days of Me - Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A Photo Of Me And My Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/188796_1960407612654_1316727989_32312363_2885682_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/188796_1960407612654_1316727989_32312363_2885682_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-6088327384404254970?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/6088327384404254970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/20-days-of-me-day-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/6088327384404254970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/6088327384404254970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/20-days-of-me-day-4.html' title='20 Days of Me - Day 3'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-6915785209427234549</id><published>2011-04-15T13:15:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T13:26:36.252+12:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Smile, I Smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now my neck hurts and I feel scared when I'm alone, but it's okay now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sorry for the Justin Bieber lyrics as a blog title, really I am. Their cute though, but the song's been stuck in my head for so long, so I wish it would go jump off an imaginary building and get out of my brrraaaiiinnn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sheilah Winn might be cancelled because first Jazz couldnt' make it then everyone sucked with lines and then I couldn't make it and then today Jazz's voice died so she has to pull out so then Lauren moved from being Sampson (or Gregory) to being Tybalt and Patryk would take her part but then I realised while we were doing the dance Jazz was supposed to do lifts for me and there is NO WAY I'm letting a small delicate year9 lift me. So it's all like destroyed itself now :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Also I've had to ditch Indian Dance for the last couple of weeks because of various reasons and now I'm scared I'm going to be like all shit at it, even though I was proud of myself for catching up. So Zemelda's going to have to come over and make me dance until I can't feel my legs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What I AM happy about though, is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whangamata and Raglan :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited! Going Whangamata on Saturday with the fambams then going to Raglan on the Thursday - following Tuesday with Josh and Mandi and Edison and I'm SO excited :) Bought Easter eggs for it yesterday. I was happy. Josh bought me some hot chocolate from Starbucks, it was very nice but I couldn't finish it :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm in photography and Heaven and Dylan and stuff are convincing Miss Curin to let them go early ;) I'm like.. Daamnnn that sounds like a good idea!! But now I'm waiting nervously for Mr Cave to reply to Mr Rees' email about how I went to the painting shared lunch instead of Classics, and whether I'll be given a detention and told to come back during the holidays... Which would severely interupt all the plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If Shiela Winn gets cancelled then I'm going with Micheal and Vlad and Mandi after school (before Indian Dance) to go see Sajid, who's come back while he's on his uni break from Townsville in Ausi :) Yay, Powerpuff Girls! I would buy coffee there with them, but I think I accidentally left my Visa card at home. Guts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Really I'm just extremely bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'd usually make these posts so much more interesting by putting pictures and talking about scandal etc etc but really I can't do that while I'm at school, because it's a miracle that even Blogspot isn't blocked on the system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want a camera like Mahia Deaaaannn'ssss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I got Excellence for my Painting 3.1. Quite happy :) Now I just need to resubmit for Photography 3.1, because I only got Merit, and Excellence is what Byron got.. and I can't have Byron beat me in an art subject, can I ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-6915785209427234549?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/6915785209427234549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-you-smile-i-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/6915785209427234549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/6915785209427234549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-you-smile-i-smile.html' title='When You Smile, I Smile.'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-6158956082973475461</id><published>2011-04-14T09:44:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T09:46:18.562+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Going, Going.. Gone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So I have this sister. Only she’s not actually a sister, she’s one of my best friends. Well, she was - I barely know her anymore. I’ve known her her entire life, and I guess I just thought I knew her better than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I don’t even know what to do anymore. She knows I hate what she does. Smoking, drinking all the time, drugs, guys, partying - and now shoplifting?! Fuck I don’t even think I WANT to know her anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I guess there are reasons for people doing what they do, and I can safely say I wished I knew them. But sometimes, there aren’t reasons. Or the reasons just aren’t good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can’t say I know any reasons for any of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I just need to rant about shit! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We made a pact in 2007, where we’d NEVER smoke, or something like that - it was carefree and funny, and we cracked up about it and the last thing ever said was “unless we’re on our deathbed!” It was good times - but I always remember that now. Every single time she brings it all up in front of me when she knows I dont’ want to hear it, I think of that and wonder if she even cares about what I think about her anymore, because I know she used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;She’ll bring up how good her weekend was because of the alcohol, how much she needs a smoke, how proud she is that she did something funny while she was high... Etc, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It’s like - bro ever thought I don’t actually want to know about it anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Maybe this sounds hypocritical, because sure, I drink. But I don’t do much else. I don’t drink every weekend. I don’t drink on weeknights. I don’t drink until I can’t remember anything, and pass out. And I CERTAINLY don’t use alcohol (or anything else...) to justify something I’ve done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;She’ll probably be proud I’ve told everyone about the shit she does in my blog, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;because I know she brags about it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wonder if she realises it’s not actually cool, at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I’m glad she never texts me, and when she does it’s a reply to my txt and she sounds bored as hell. Tbh, I don’t think I even want to talk to her anyway after all this I’ve found out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I know if she realises this is her she’ll get angry and have a raging bitch at me, then tell me I’m all mistaken and wrong and I’ll probably say I’m sorry for putting this on the interent. She’ll say she would’ve sat down and listenend to me if I’d told her instead of publisicing it - Except the reality is, she wouldn’t have. Because soo many times, she’s gone and asked me my opinion, then turned around in my face and the undertone has been “your opinion is wrong - you don’t know them” etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It’s like bro if you want my opinion, don’t tell me it’s wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So if I’d told her the opinions of other people, my personal ones, etc - she’d probably turn around and tell me I didn’t understand. Like okay no I don’t understand any of it, I don’t understand any of the shit she does. Wish  I did, but I don’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ahhh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I hope she reads this as well, and realises that it’s her I’m talking about. Maybe then shell realise just how disappointed everyone is, and maybe she’’ll re-think next time she goes to do something utterly stupid (and blame someone/something else for it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-6158956082973475461?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/6158956082973475461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/going-going-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/6158956082973475461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/6158956082973475461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/going-going-gone.html' title='Going, Going.. Gone!'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-7670621520070551485</id><published>2011-04-14T09:04:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T09:06:59.863+12:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Days of Me - Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Meaning Behind My Blog Name&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Prettyghostchild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay basically. I made it up aaages ago, and I had help from my mate. I used to be reeeeally interested in like spiritual shit like ghosts, afterlife, etc. That's where ghostchild came from. And pretty I can't really remember.. I think it was just something to put before ghostchild, but it was probably me just being a vain as hell 13 year old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-7670621520070551485?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/7670621520070551485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/20-days-of-me-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/7670621520070551485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/7670621520070551485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/20-days-of-me-day-2.html' title='20 Days of Me - Day 2'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-5169253041254089844</id><published>2011-04-13T10:59:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T11:03:22.878+12:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Days of Me - Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Okay so this should be fun. I'll see if this '20 Days of Me' thing works more than the 30 Day Letter Challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It should, because I'm a vain bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A Picture of Me, &amp;amp; 15 Facts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Seeing as this is basically the same as what's on Facebook for the 100 Day Picture Challenge, I'll just use those facts. So not original enough to come up with 15 more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 478px; height: 464px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;February 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center; "&gt;1) I'm vegetarian because I don't like the taste of most meat, but it's slowly developed into an "I can't eat it 'cause it used to be alive" thing over the last 5 or so years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;2) I don't have an appendix because it burst when I was 6 and had to be sucked out with like a vacuum cleaner :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;3) I STILL get people pointing at Asian guys saying, "Hey Serena, its your boyfriend!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;4) One day I want to travel the world with a camera, and take pictures of all the old things and the scenery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;5) I love hats and sunglasses, but the sunglasses never look good on me, and I never have any places to wear the hats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;6) I love shopping with other people, but I'm useless at shopping by myself because I need other peoples' opinions, and I'm too much of a bargain shopper so in the end I'll hardly splurge on myself and spend my money on ice cream instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;7) I have over 300 photos to print out and put into a photo album - It's my winter project :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;8) I've always wanted to go to a jazz bar, because I kinda sorta secretly LOVE jazz music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;9) I love photography, lots and lots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;10) I'd like to think I'm kind of creative, but really I'm shit at coming up with things on my own - I always need to start with a photo or a detailed description :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;11) My eyes are really really bright green in the mornings, and I wish they'd stay like that all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;12) I've always wanted to learn Spanish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;13) I'm shit scared of what's going to happen to me after I finish uni, because I have no idea about the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;14) I can't stand watching horror movies because my imagination gets away from me and I get scared really easily &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;15) I love Disney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-5169253041254089844?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/5169253041254089844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/20-days-of-me-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/5169253041254089844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/5169253041254089844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/20-days-of-me-day-1.html' title='20 Days of Me - Day 1'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-2555122885108573870</id><published>2011-04-13T10:56:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T10:58:44.515+12:00</updated><title type='text'>The 20 Days of Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Day 1 - A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Day 2 - The meaning behind your Blog name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Day 3 - A picture of you and your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Day 4 - A habit that you wish you didn't have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Day 5 - A picture of somewhere you've been to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Day 6 - Favourite superhero and why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Day 7 - A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Day 8 - Short term goals for this month and why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Day 9 - Something you're proud of in the last few days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Day 10 - Songs that you listen to when you are Happy, Sad, Bored, Hyped, Mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Day 11 - Another picture of you and your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Day 12 - How you found out about Blogger and why you made one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Day 13 - A letter to someone who has hurt you recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Day 14 - A picture of you and your family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Day 15 - Put your iPod on shuffle: First 10 songs that play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Day 16 - Another picture of yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Day 17 - Someone you would want to switch lives with for a day and why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Day 18 - Plans/Dreams/Goals you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Day 19 - Nicknames you have; Why do you have them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Day 20 - Someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-2555122885108573870?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/2555122885108573870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/20-days-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/2555122885108573870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/2555122885108573870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/20-days-of-me.html' title='The 20 Days of Me...'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-7622173471322749634</id><published>2011-04-13T10:39:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T10:53:53.531+12:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S SO FLUFFY I'M GONNA DIEEEEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;I can safely say I had no idea about the existence of a raccoon dog until I'd read my sisters' new blog. &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://eagleeyedchild.blogspot.com/"&gt;Which is here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Which you can read if you'd like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Look how cute and fluffy they are. LOOK. AT. THEIR. FLUFF. It's the kind of pet me and Amanda would have at some point in our lives. Sorry Josh we're not getting a Bengal cat, or a German Shepard. We're getting a Raccoon Dog, and we're naming it Geoff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn2.arkive.org/media/F5/F5EED32F-5050-41B2-83C3-1651A8671C72/Presentation.Large/Raccoon-dog-side-view.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 650px; height: 433px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No questions asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-7622173471322749634?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/7622173471322749634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-so-fluffy-im-gonna-dieeeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/7622173471322749634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/7622173471322749634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-so-fluffy-im-gonna-dieeeee.html' title='IT&apos;S SO FLUFFY I&apos;M GONNA DIEEEEE'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-427812717352117101</id><published>2011-04-11T20:13:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T20:41:57.434+12:00</updated><title type='text'>tehe, pikelet :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I can honestly say I do not know why the picture is sideways.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0a1ev_UKFsc/TaK8y9GPXjI/AAAAAAAACwQ/AjhRSiIIgd8/s1600/IMG_0298.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0a1ev_UKFsc/TaK8y9GPXjI/AAAAAAAACwQ/AjhRSiIIgd8/s400/IMG_0298.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594241270727794226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know you want to make these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I kind of like baking now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Basically, this is what I've done tonight. No more stress of internals or anything. Just good ol' baking for the Peer Support shared breakky tomorrow :D.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1/4 cup sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1 egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;3/4 milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1 cup flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1 tsp baking powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1/4 tsp salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;25g melted butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Blueberries and tinned peach slices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Beat egg and sugar until thick. Pour in milk and beat a bit more. Add flour, salt, baking powder. Beat more. Then add the butter and beat some more. Then cook them on a hotplate at like 150 degrees. &lt;u&gt;BUT WAIT&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;When you put the mixture down into little circles, you put blueberries down for dots, and (you might have to slice the peaches into thinner bits) a peach slice for a mouth. Then when they're ready to flip you just flip 'em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br&gt;SO AWESOME.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-427812717352117101?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/427812717352117101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/tehe-pikelet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/427812717352117101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/427812717352117101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/tehe-pikelet.html' title='tehe, pikelet :)'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0a1ev_UKFsc/TaK8y9GPXjI/AAAAAAAACwQ/AjhRSiIIgd8/s72-c/IMG_0298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-4998359735926970369</id><published>2011-04-11T02:41:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T02:47:04.071+12:00</updated><title type='text'>And just like that :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's 2:41am.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Classics assignment has been finished for a proud 3 minutes now. And I am still wide awake :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Over 3,000 words isn't too bad for someone who thought they wouldn't scrap 2,000 :) I can say I'm relatively proud.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now I wish I didn't put quite so much coffee into my coffee.. I finished it before 11pm and I'm still wide awake.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God damn you caffiene, I will need you again tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-4998359735926970369?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/4998359735926970369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-just-like-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/4998359735926970369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/4998359735926970369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-just-like-that.html' title='And just like that :)'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-1867709194828980155</id><published>2011-04-10T22:10:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T22:25:52.914+12:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT BOYS, CLASSICS. NOT. BOYS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So this is the last thing I can think of when it comes to procrastination for my Classics assignment, which is due tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Worth 6 credits.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Which I &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haven't started yet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay to be fair I have &lt;strong&gt;tried&lt;/strong&gt; to start.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've listened in class, caught up on the book when I've fallen behind, taken down notes, highlighted examples, and read whatever the ESA study guide had to say on &lt;em&gt;The Frogs,&lt;/em&gt; but I just haven't gotten the motivation to start doing the actual thing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's all up maybe 3000 words. All I want to do is pass. I don't care about Merit or Excellence (Though it would be nice, I think my chances of getting that have been significantly narrowed by the fact it's due first period tomorrow, which gives me... about 11 hours), I just want the credits and the satisfaction of saying I've done it while Byron sits there and goes BRO YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO DO IT and Josh laughs at how much like him I am.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;t's a good thing my iPod's low on battery and there's nothing much to look at on the internet (except Stumbleupon but I can't look at that because then I really won't sleep for ever), and hardly anyone's on Facebook now (Except Vlad, he's cool), because otherwise I would have so much more the procrastinate with.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Really I'm not usually &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; bad...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's just been this &lt;strong&gt;week. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Trying to get all my painting 3.1 done (also worth 6 credits, which I'm hoping for an Excellence on anyway), helping out with Shave For A Cure, stressing over photography board ideas, stressing over starting Classics, freaking out about Josh's watch, trying to budget my money, and trying to remember the different pills I have to take every morning for the whole iron deficiency thing.. it's all too much! :p&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm starting now, though.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really am.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But first, maybe I'll print this out... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 416px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://massiveaction.tv/blog/wp-content/uploads/Frustration_Relief.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-1867709194828980155?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/1867709194828980155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-this-is-last-thing-i-can-think-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/1867709194828980155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/1867709194828980155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-this-is-last-thing-i-can-think-of.html' title='NOT BOYS, CLASSICS. NOT. BOYS.'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-4144819107116218624</id><published>2011-04-10T16:53:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T16:58:28.215+12:00</updated><title type='text'>The 30 Day Letter Challenge - DAY 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I KNEW I'D FINISH ONE DAY. IN YOUR &lt;u&gt;FACE&lt;/u&gt; TROY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear My Reflection In The Mirror,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At this very second, all I see is a hungry child.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I see you when I get up to go to the bathroom at 1am the night I've been to bed with my hair washed, you look fantastic. When I see you the next morning at 7 before you go to school, you look like you've been fighting a hurricane. Why. Why is this.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes, I think you look kind of ok, but there are some mornings I want to shoot you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I like taking photo's of you, though.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I look at you more often than not, but I don't realise it half the time. Does this make me closet vain, subconciously vain, or just abnormal?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder why you think the things you do, then realise you don't actually think because you're a reflection. Sometimes I wish you were real, because we'd have the most interesting conversations. Afterall, who knows me better than myself?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lots of love, Serena xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-4144819107116218624?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/4144819107116218624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-day-letter-challenge-day-30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/4144819107116218624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/4144819107116218624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-day-letter-challenge-day-30.html' title='The 30 Day Letter Challenge - DAY 30'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-7154116918387330397</id><published>2011-04-09T15:30:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T15:34:05.987+12:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Letter Challenge - Day 29</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dear Person I Want To Tell Everything To, But Too Afraid To,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I trust you with absolutely everything in my life, and have practically told you it all - but there are some things that I can't really tell anyone, and I know you understand that. Maybe I'll be able to open up about it one day, but for now I think some things need to stay secrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It means a lot that I know you'd respect that, too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm just too scared of "what if's", and doubts, and insecurity because of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I know you'll always be there, and I know you'll wait patiently... maybe you'll find out absolutely everything one day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Lots of love, Serena xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-7154116918387330397?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/7154116918387330397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/dear-person-i-want-to-tell-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/7154116918387330397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/7154116918387330397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/dear-person-i-want-to-tell-everything.html' title='30 Day Letter Challenge - Day 29'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-2693394376958466554</id><published>2011-04-08T20:25:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T20:39:10.153+12:00</updated><title type='text'>The 30 Day Letter Challenge - Day 28</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dear Someone Who Changed My Life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Not sure if it's stalkerish or special to say I remember the exact moment I ever laid eyes on you and thought, &lt;i&gt;I HAVE to get to know him :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Kinda means a lot seeing as we've been through like, everything a person can in like 4 years Haha. Relationships and jealousy and fights and fun and rebel stuff and all that shit, pretty sure you're like my average best friend - except you're like way more than average :) You're pretty fan-freakin'-tastic to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We've so many inside jokes, so many stories between us, so much to laugh about, so much to do, tease eachother about, and so many things to be teased about Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You changed my life by opening my eyes to a whole load of shit.. like listening, morals, being yourself, our DMC's, experiences, feelings, all that. You're always there if I need someone, and that means a lot to me. I can trust you with everything, you know me almost better than anyone, and I know you'll always make me smile if I need to, which is something I definitely can trust you to do all the time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I kinda think it's cool how you can tell exactly when I'm lying about something and how I feel whenever I'm down. And don't even lie, I know exactly when you feel shit too Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;From things like "studying for english", to our tree, to Konini, to badminton, to shisha and sneaking out times, to ahh pizza when Byron's in England LOL.. to all the anger and hurt and stuff, and being sat in the car while Byron picks up chips, going through shit, and patching it all up; I guess in the end I kinda always knew you'd still be there for me even when we fell out, and obviously I knew I'd still be there for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;No idea what I'd do without you :) You're pretty special when it comes to things like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Lots of love, Serena x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-2693394376958466554?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/2693394376958466554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-day-letter-challenge-day-28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/2693394376958466554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/2693394376958466554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-day-letter-challenge-day-28.html' title='The 30 Day Letter Challenge - Day 28'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-3902002623201119510</id><published>2011-04-04T19:27:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T19:28:54.308+12:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Challenge - Day 27</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Friendlist Person I Only Knew For One Day,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I met you at a Girl Guide camp when I was like 10. I think your name was Katie, and you were one of the leaders, I was just in a patrol. You were my favourite :D We had so much fun, and you were so lovely and nice to everyone, I think I got your MSN at one point but I forgot it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You made one of the last camps I went to, one of the best :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lots of love, Serena xx&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-3902002623201119510?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/3902002623201119510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-day-challenge-day-27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/3902002623201119510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/3902002623201119510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-day-challenge-day-27.html' title='30 Day Challenge - Day 27'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-3623709279782958982</id><published>2011-04-03T20:45:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T20:56:20.962+12:00</updated><title type='text'>The 30 Day Letter Challenge - Day 25 and 26</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Okay so turns out I did &lt;i&gt;Day 24 (Person Who Gave Me My Favourite Memory)&lt;/i&gt; twice, so click &lt;a href="http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-day-letter-challenge-day-24.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-day-letter-challenge-day-24.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see them, 'cause both are pretty LEGIT :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Person I Know Who Is Going Through The Worst Of Times,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;..God, I don't think I even know someone who's going through a heap of shit lately. Like, actually. I think all my mates are pretty legit :) I like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So, &lt;i&gt;I'm going to go on to the next challenge.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Last Person I Made A Pink Promise To,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I LAIK YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I pinky promised my Emily on Tumblr that my gap YEAR wouldn't turn into a gap LIFE because "then before I knew it I'd be in a run down house in Henderson with 4 little ginger children and a housewife kitchen". Or something.&lt;br /&gt;Tehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Don't worry my love, my gap year will be simply because I want to see what flatting is like, and because I want to make a list of things to do and see in the year before I settle down and go to uni :D Which I PINKY PROMISED I'd do, because I want my BA :D And I have all this money my parents have been saving for uni in the bank, so I very much want to take advantage of that, too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Uni looks fun, but so does a gap year, so I think I might take a gap and see what it's like - besides, if I get bored, I can always come and be awesome in semester 2 :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lv6_bblztII/TZg14Y-XiBI/AAAAAAAACwA/hBEZ0u9u1r8/s400/IMG_0129.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591278180273457170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is us on Valentines Day, when I was in a painting class and my timetable wasn't all freaky :(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Lots of Love, Serena xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-3623709279782958982?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/3623709279782958982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-day-letter-challenge-day-25-and-26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/3623709279782958982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/3623709279782958982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-day-letter-challenge-day-25-and-26.html' title='The 30 Day Letter Challenge - Day 25 and 26'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lv6_bblztII/TZg14Y-XiBI/AAAAAAAACwA/hBEZ0u9u1r8/s72-c/IMG_0129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-8182458724125543846</id><published>2011-04-03T19:38:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T19:55:51.796+12:00</updated><title type='text'>The 30 Day Letter Challenge - Day 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'll get to the end, eventually!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Person Who Gave Me My Favourite Memory,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories are weird, I have a lot of them. Lots of them are favourite ones, too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You can try and guess who's who if you want. Dunno if you'll get some of them. But good luck :D Yay, anonymous :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person gave me that memory, every time they'd come over we'd lie in the dark, and almost always end up crying and telling eachother we were jealous of eachothers' lives, and telling eachother our problems - the favourite part came afterwards though, when we'd sneak upstairs and grab food, then run back down and eat it all, and start giggling about other people, and deciding who would best match others, and bitching about our siblings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Another person, I remember lying on her bedroom floor in a Disney sleeping bag with a half-eaten chocolate cake under her bed, because if her dad saw us eating at midnight he'd probably flip out.. But we were too high on chocolate cake to go to sleep, so we spent 4 hours taking photo's of ourselves and being dorks instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;With someone else, they'd said "Where should we go? We can go anywhere." and we just drove and drove, and turned the radio up on an open road, and sung along to John Mayer and Jason Mraz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I practically did Round The Bays 2010 with someone once, because the buses were down so we caught one to Kohimaramara, and thought it was the shitty beach before Mission... So we walked all the way to St Heliers, then decided it was more shit so walked all the way back and down Kohimaramara, until we got to Mission Bay. We laughed at the mascots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I went to Napier and had a balloon fight, and got quite substantially drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;There were a couple of people who'd always come over when they knew I'd be down, and take me other places with a camera, take millions of photos with me and make sure I'd be laughing the entire weekend. I don't think they realise just how thankful I am for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I remember being with my family one Christmas, and I woke up and ran upstairs to the lounge being full of multi-coloured balloons, and Santa's letter next to our Christmas stockings. That was the same day there were there candy canes on the tree and my nana was with my mum, wearing santa hats and filling brandy snaps, and everyone was laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I remember running back and forwards at junior badminton and laughing with friends, getting mocked but having fun, and sitting on the couches doing absolutely nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I remember running around and hanging off someone's arm, feeling perfect and falling over laughing in happiness, feeling dizzy in love and over the moon, like there was no bad in the world, and from that moment on I was never going to be alone or sad again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;That last one was yesterday, and I'm still smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Thanks for the memories guys :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Lots of Love, Serena x&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-8182458724125543846?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/8182458724125543846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-day-letter-challenge-day-24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/8182458724125543846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/8182458724125543846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-day-letter-challenge-day-24.html' title='The 30 Day Letter Challenge - Day 24'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-510855587308515037</id><published>2011-04-03T15:54:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T16:07:53.623+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Lax and Media. And Raglan. Kind of.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God I'm so boring on my blog lately - I should start doing the "every Friday night" thing again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Basically at the moment I've been budgeting my money quite nicely. I've always been bad at this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, not really.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's the sticking to the budget that I'm not very good at.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pretty keen for Raglan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me , Mandi, Josh, Edison, 5 nights, in a camp site.. in a city in the middle of nowhere. I think I'm getting surfing lessons too. KeenBEANS! Always wanted to learn to surf :) I think it's Josh's 6 month present for me.. Tehe, I know exactly what to get for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I totally budgeted last weeks money to pay for the gym, the debitsuccess fee for the gym, my phone top-up, Raglan petrol money, and Josh's watch.. with like nothing left over. Then it turned out the website I was going to import Josh's watch from(this is the 2nd time this has happened) is like anti-New Zealand 'cause we're a little shitty country in the middle of nowhere, andwas like , GONNA SEND YOU A WATCH GUYS then like LOL JK WE DON'T SHIP TO YOUR FLOATY ISLAND so I had a rage then went to look for another one.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fortunately I found one and got a REALLY good deal on it, just bought it, and so I had enough to start paying food money, too. Keeeennn!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've started using Tumblr again because Tania reminded me about it :D Her one's so cute. I love Tania, she's lovely. She's in mine and Mandi's master plan for the girls Lacrosse team this year &lt;em&gt;(I've been roped into playing.. a boyfriend who's in like 50 million different teams/is a coach/got a scholarship/potentially in the NZ team, and also having a quite good friend who's probably captain/very good/been playing for ages, probably doesn't help my I'm-an-art-kid-not-a-team-sports-kid thing I've had going on for the last 4 years in High school).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We're going to have pink boots, pink mouthguards, pink sticks, and pink tracksuits to train in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Only they won't be tracksuits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;They'll be laxuits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm procrastinating writing out my Concept and Treatment for Media at the moment.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She says everyone passes, but I don't believe her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's what she said about the Production Code essay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I spent ages researching that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;..I didn't achieve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-510855587308515037?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/510855587308515037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/lax-and-media-and-raglan-kind-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/510855587308515037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/510855587308515037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/04/lax-and-media-and-raglan-kind-of.html' title='Lax and Media. And Raglan. Kind of.'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-7266836078717081484</id><published>2011-03-08T09:35:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T09:42:25.752+13:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blog During School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So many posts just waiting to happen - so many photos not uploading onto my laptop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can I go into Kodak to get photos off an SD card? My card reader is starting to not work as well (on any computer in the house... which is saying something, because there's about 10 altogether. The perks of having a father who works in ICT!), and SD reader on my laptop is almost bust. What keeps happening, is that I can view the photos on my camera when the SD is in it, but I can't copy half of them onto my laptop, or when I view the photos on the SD when I plug it in, half of them are just not there.. It's so ANNOYING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What's more, I've lost my camera battery charger, and the charger inlet on my laptop isn't working half the time, so my laptop's dead, my camera's dead, I have a photography assignment due in 2 weeks, and a painting assignment deadline to hit, and for both of them I need both my camera and my laptop (or things on my laptop). Oh the bane of technology!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I go on Facebook/internet/MSN/every other website I need to via my iPod Safari or apps. I love my iPod. It's so cool. I swear I use it more for apps than music :D But I don't want to jinx that and fuck it up too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There was a muffin in a bag in my bag the other day and the muffin fell out and crumbled everywhere and I'm scared that crumbs got into the earphone jack of my iPod and the charger jack of my phone 'cause my phone's suddenly not charging unless you hold the charger in a specific way, and the headphones aren't sticking in properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;NOT A GOOD WEEK FOR TECHNOLOGY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe it's like that Y2k thing, where all the technology in the world is turning on us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;IT'S THE Y2011 THING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm about to spend the next hour of my life in Amanda and Vlad's English class, to see if her teacher will believe I've been in there all year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This should be fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-7266836078717081484?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/7266836078717081484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-during-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/7266836078717081484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/7266836078717081484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-during-school.html' title='A Blog During School'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-532788131341596683</id><published>2011-02-23T20:33:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T21:00:11.661+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza, Cookies, &amp;.. Wordpress?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;It's been an ABSOLUTE FOREVER since I've blogged, honestly. I only actually remembered about my blog - to be completely honest - when me and Jazz were talking about Tumblr tonight, and she said something about blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Oh dear blog, will you ever forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tonight, we had to wait for my dad to pick us up after Shielah Winn, at 630. SW finished at 5. So we were waiting and waiting, and laughing and singing and waiting some more, until I had an ingenius idea to order pizza to the school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So we ordered pizza, to the school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The asian guy who delivered it was so confused about the random girls waiting outside the front gate, but I have to admit, it wasn't bad pizza. It was worth it. Though - sorry Dominoes - Pizza Hut IS better (Dominoes is just cheaper).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The one thing &lt;i&gt;of course&lt;/i&gt; I'm going to mention, is the Christchurch earthquake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's so terrible the things New Zealand's gone through - The first earthquake in September, the months of aftershocks, the Pike River tragedy, then this earthquake.. It's terrible :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I've been raising money to go to Sydney with the orchestra again this year, but I hadn't raised much, and wouldn't have been able to make the first down payment ($200 by Monday), so I decided - while the TV played earthquake footage for 5 hours - that all my money I'd already made, and the money I would make, would go to the earthquake fund instead, because they needed the money more than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sydney is fun, but let's face it, $1720 isn't worth 3 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We sold cookies today [Me Meela and Jazz] and made  $197.60, which is absolutely fantastic! Meela and Jazz are coming over on Sunday, to bake more, to sell more :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;FUNDRAISING PLZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Finally,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;WORDPRESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;How do you use it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm just trying to make a site that I can display my art on, for the little "business" thing my mum's helped me to set up. I've already made &lt;a href="http://serenamaree.wordpress.com/"&gt;my Wordpress site&lt;/a&gt;, I'm just not sure how to set it up and use it. Do I REALLY have to use the "step by step Wordpress!" button? I NEVER read manuals, or click how-to's! That's so boring..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;..BUT I JUST CAN'T SEEM TO GET MY HEAD AROUND WORDPRESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Someone help please? It's pissing me off more than the new photo viewer on Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Which is a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7BxK8nEaNlM/TWS9OyILYrI/AAAAAAAACv4/C7ZyP1xIC3k/s400/09.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576790300263408306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-532788131341596683?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/532788131341596683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/02/pizza-cookies-wordpress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/532788131341596683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/532788131341596683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/02/pizza-cookies-wordpress.html' title='Pizza, Cookies, &amp;.. Wordpress?'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7BxK8nEaNlM/TWS9OyILYrI/AAAAAAAACv4/C7ZyP1xIC3k/s72-c/09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-427745868920264564</id><published>2011-02-10T20:34:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T21:11:30.286+13:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Crumble.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bro.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Best crumble I've ever made. You want some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ignore the shitty-ness of the pictures, I took them on my iPod, which I'm not pro at [photography] yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;MAKE IT YOURSELF. I'm so bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Preheat oven to 190 degrees C.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Filling:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;1x 840g tin of sliced peaches&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;1x 420g tin of diced peaches&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;6 small, ripening plums&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;couple of handfuls of blueberries&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Drain sliced peaches, and pour into the bottom of a casserole dish. Spread evenly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Slice plums.. into slices. Scatter/spread over sliced peaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Drain diced peaches, and spread evenly over plums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Scatter blueberries on top (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Y2JnwPbjF8/TVOc21V5wlI/AAAAAAAACvY/pKAs02FJ_qo/s1600/IMG_0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Y2JnwPbjF8/TVOc21V5wlI/AAAAAAAACvY/pKAs02FJ_qo/s400/IMG_0116.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571969629833249362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Crumble:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;150g butter, melted&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;1 cup brown sugar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;2 cups white flour&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;2 cups rice bubbles&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;In a seperate microwaveable bowl, melt the butter. Combine with rest of ingrediants, and mix it.. until it's well-mixed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pour over the fruit, and pat down (relatively hard) with the back of a spoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZKlTHte4Rs/TVOc3HxFtmI/AAAAAAAACvg/y42qixmYiLg/s1600/IMG_0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZKlTHte4Rs/TVOc3HxFtmI/AAAAAAAACvg/y42qixmYiLg/s400/IMG_0117.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571969634779117154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Put into the oven for 38 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Open the door for a minute or 2, then put in for another 7 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;..Then take it out of the oven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jEj3ctKZqdY/TVOc3BQNTmI/AAAAAAAACvo/R89T2wJX67E/s1600/IMG_0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jEj3ctKZqdY/TVOc3BQNTmI/AAAAAAAACvo/R89T2wJX67E/s400/IMG_0120.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571969633030590050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cream:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;200ml whipping cream&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;1 heaped dsp icing sugar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;1 tsp vanilla essence&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Put the cream stuff into a fairly large (500ml?) shaker.. And shake it until you can't hear it shaking anymore :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;..THEN PUT IT INTO A BOWL AND EAT IT :DD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HY_cSohZ4PY/TVOc3pGdAzI/AAAAAAAACvw/X1aeTEmt0m4/s400/IMG_0121.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571969643727094578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;S x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125595770498669842-427745868920264564?l=prettyghostchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/feeds/427745868920264564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/02/perfect-crumble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/427745868920264564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125595770498669842/posts/default/427745868920264564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyghostchild.blogspot.com/2011/02/perfect-crumble.html' title='The Perfect Crumble.'/><author><name>Serena Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10835431936973250761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dGLFeLe-JU/ThE69L74qCI/AAAAAAAAC1I/hSiSy3K2zOg/s1600/207125_1984560496461_1316727989_32336612_2677549_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Y2JnwPbjF8/TVOc21V5wlI/AAAAAAAACvY/pKAs02FJ_qo/s72-c/IMG_0116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125595770498669842.post-564795770550683988</id><published>2011-01-11T11:32:00.006+13:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T14:30:37.250+13:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blog I Wrote While Sitting On My Floor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;So basically, I have a New Years post ready and waiting, but I can't actually upload it until I get the photos from my SD card onto the computer. The adapter isn't working, and when I stick the card into the slot in my laptop, the newer photos (About 1gb of them) don't even show up.. But I can view them aaalg on my camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;WHAT IS THIS SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like any photo's since about Christmas, I can't really actually put on my computer. So, none on Facebook. And no interesting new ones for the blog. Which really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Y2JnwPbjF8/TSuW-Yv_ZYI/AAAAAAAACu0/gWZYTf59mZo/s1600/65889_111981238875582_100001911196403_94484_256698_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560704163458803074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Y2JnwPbjF8/TSuW-Yv_ZYI/AAAAAAAACu0/gWZYTf59mZo/s400/65889_111981238875582_100001911196403_94484_256698_n.jpg" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 388px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i want one of these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;em&gt;You know what's exciting?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/d
