<?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-2802304544524516942</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:27:05.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Danger, Danger. High Voltage.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802304544524516942/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>emilyyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598159028459953065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/SYWpvOtvRgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/B9VUE1PZbqo/S220/DSCF5912.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802304544524516942.post-1402655954253559619</id><published>2007-12-20T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T14:06:29.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock and Roll, Baby.</title><content type='html'>Good evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. It's been a while, has it not? Grandma has (once again!) given me orders to update here. And this time, I decided to give it a go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened! Okay. I'll start with college. During November, I went to a number of college open evenings. The first one I went to was &lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt;. As we walked into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Longley&lt;/span&gt; Park Sixth Form College, we were greeted my masses of displays of A Level art work. As mother has probably told you, it was stunning. We then progressed to the Photography room, where portfolios were laid out by state of the art computers where I would be working. We stayed in there for a good length of time, marvelling over the skills of some of these people. From here, we moved onto Biology (the teacher was a bit weird, but the subject looked alright to me) then English (which I loved) and finally Psychology. In this room, we were approached by some of the students who talked me through the course, and then the teacher joined in who put some some of worries to rest. I left feeling much better about the whole going to college thing, and was head over heels in love with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Longley&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even going to talk about the other two we went to. They were both awful, and I hated them. =] So I had an interview with the principal of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Longley&lt;/span&gt;, was accepted and sent off the letter officially accepting my place earlier this week. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been mock exam week this week. I've finally finished now; it's been hellish. I've been to see a few of my teachers already, and discovered that I got the lowest grade in my maths class: a very &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; low C. However, that was just a practice exam, and it's only one of three anyway. (I take three different Maths exams on three different topics. These grades are averaged out to get my overall grade for the subject, and I'm targeted for a B. As long as I get at least a C, I can still do Biology at college!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My French teacher also spoke to me today. Well, I say spoke; it was speaking at a very high volume. I got a middle D in my Higher French Listening paper, when I'm predicted a C. I don't understand his reasoning though: I got more marks than I did in my Year 10 mock (last year) and I've never been very good at listening. Also, I did the Foundation paper as well, to see which tier I should be entered for in the Summer, and got a solid C. Because of his fantastic little morale booster, when I went into my French Reading exam later on I panicked, and have probably now failed that, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note... After this pep talk, I went to find Mrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Darragh&lt;/span&gt; (my English and Drama teacher) to get my grades from her. I got a high A in my Literature paper, an A* in the second English paper (she's not marked the first yet) &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;my Drama coursework is heading for an A*, if my performance was good enough and if my written evaluation is as good as what my spoken one has been. So I'm quite happy about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having Christmas tomorrow! I'm going to Logan's tomorrow afternoon and we're exchanging presents and doing as many other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Christmassy&lt;/span&gt; things as we can think of. I've been told that his present to me is quite good, so I'm rather looking forward to that! He's picking me up from work and everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, my job! I can't believe I've not mentioned it. I love my job. I get to sit on a hard stool with my hand shoved up a reindeer's backside, freezing MY backside off, trying to be funny whilst having Rudolph's antlers yanked on. =] It's so worth it though. The kids absolutely adore him. So far over the past few weeks, he's sellotaped his sister to the wall whilst wrapping presents, eaten his weight's worth in carrots, told several groan worthy jokes (What's white and goes up? A confused snowflake!) and made several young children cry by sneezing too loud. Not to mention the £200 plus I'll have by the time I finish at 1 o'clock on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I've rambled quite enough now. If you think I've missed anything, let me know so I can add it. Merry Christmas and all that, and I'm sure I'll see you all over the next few weeks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love XX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802304544524516942-1402655954253559619?l=icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/1402655954253559619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2802304544524516942&amp;postID=1402655954253559619' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802304544524516942/posts/default/1402655954253559619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802304544524516942/posts/default/1402655954253559619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com/2007/12/rock-and-roll-baby.html' title='Rock and Roll, Baby.'/><author><name>emilyyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598159028459953065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/SYWpvOtvRgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/B9VUE1PZbqo/S220/DSCF5912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802304544524516942.post-6505655649062244521</id><published>2007-10-15T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T23:00:28.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Emilyyy!</title><content type='html'>I'm sixteen now. Which means I'm allowed to say &lt;strong&gt;bugger. &lt;/strong&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a birthday. And what an array of presents! Dare I list them?? I dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A black Nokia 6120 mobile phone&lt;br /&gt;A white 20GB photo iPod&lt;br /&gt;White iPod speakers&lt;br /&gt;The most fabulous birthday party EVER&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Primark pants and socks&lt;br /&gt;Red skinny jeans&lt;br /&gt;Green skinny jeans&lt;br /&gt;3 x Whittard of Chelsea hot chocolate&lt;br /&gt;1 x tub of Somerfield chocolate spread&lt;br /&gt;1 pair of fluffy handcuffs&lt;br /&gt;A transsexual carrot&lt;br /&gt;A teddy bear&lt;br /&gt;Lumpy the Heffalump&lt;br /&gt;Nose studs&lt;br /&gt;A watch&lt;br /&gt;Orange eyeshadow&lt;br /&gt;*laughs* Durex Pleasure Kit&lt;br /&gt;A blueberry flavoured condom&lt;br /&gt;Several pairs of brightly coloured tights&lt;br /&gt;A pirate hat&lt;br /&gt;A cutlass&lt;br /&gt;Sparkly dusting powder&lt;br /&gt;£125 (and counting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think that's about it. What hilarious friends I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a fantastic birthday. My party went really well; everyone made such an effort for me! I was so impressed. I was a pirate, whilst we had the Blues Brothers, the Godfather, a can-can dancer, Siamese hookers, a gothic leprechaun, Old Greg (Google him), a cowgirl, Marcel Marceau and Minnie Mouse, amongst others. There was enough chocolate to feed an entire army, and the band were fantastic. Have a look at the photos. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/BirthdayParty008-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, as a pirate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/BirthdayParty011.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/BirthdayParty022.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Old Greeeegg, and I got a MANGINA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/BirthdayParty010.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe and Chris are the Blues Brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/BirthdayParty004.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cap'n Emily and her Kitty Cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/BirthdayParty003.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cap'n Emily, the Godfather, one half of the Blues Brothers, a show girl and the silent mime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/BirthdayParty013.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livvie. I don't know why she's wearing those glasses or why she's praying. But she's a mime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/BirthdayParty023.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee as the Terminator and Livvie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/BirthdayParty030.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhythm guitarist of Rip Off Britain, Kelly the kitty, Matt the Mexican Bandit and Old Greg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/BirthdayParty046.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Katie. She's a gothic leprechaun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/BirthdayParty047.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my transsexual carrot. It has makeup and a beard. Kate made it for me. Katie's a strange girl. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/BirthdayParty055.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily and Peggy. They're joined at the hip, see? That's because they're Siamese twins. Siamese HOOKER twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/BirthdayParty030.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rip Off Britain. They were really good, and made my party even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/BirthdayParty037ENHANCED.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the set, we had his shirt completely off. This is Chris, by the way, Vicki's boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/BirthdayParty061.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite sure what's going on... I do know, however, that this is Chris and Vicki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/BirthdayParty060.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris, Vicki, Logan and Joe. They look like the Mafia with their call girl, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/BirthdayParty065.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Kelly and Vicki. 'Cos we're brutal. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/BirthdayParty068.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily, Peggy and Sophie as Minnie Mouse. You can see Sophie's dress in a second...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/BirthdayParty072.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minnie Mouse and a leprechaun. Sophie's dress is a proper sixties design, and is GORGEOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/BirthdayParty078.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mafia and their floozy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/BirthdayParty087.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris, Logan and Joe dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/BirthdayParty092.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly and Kieran tried doing the Wizard of Oz forest walk. You know, where they're singing 'Lions, tigers and bears; Oh my!' They got most of the way across the room before falling over. Kieran took this as a great opportunity to scream "I'M OLD GREG AND I GOT A MANGIIINA!" at me as I took a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/BirthdayParty097.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris, Vicki, Logan and me posing in the girls' toilets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/BirthdayParty094.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicki, Kieran and me. I don't know what Logan and Chris are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/BirthdayParty102.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure. But it's a good picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all in all, I had a good party! A few people came back afterwards, and we all just sat around chatting and watching telly. It was nice. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it from me. My new phone is the best thing since sparkly hairspray, and Lumpy the heffalump is my new best friend. =D Thank you very very ever so much to everyone who bought me something, sent me somewhere, helped out with stuff, or has simply put up with me for 16 years!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Love&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802304544524516942-6505655649062244521?l=icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/6505655649062244521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2802304544524516942&amp;postID=6505655649062244521' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802304544524516942/posts/default/6505655649062244521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802304544524516942/posts/default/6505655649062244521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday-to-emilyyy.html' title='Happy Birthday to Emilyyy!'/><author><name>emilyyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598159028459953065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/SYWpvOtvRgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/B9VUE1PZbqo/S220/DSCF5912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802304544524516942.post-8069331905656870642</id><published>2007-09-04T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T08:56:16.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl With The Golden Touch</title><content type='html'>First day back at school. Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't too bad. We started off with getting our timetables (Drama last thing on a Friday! That's &lt;strong&gt;terrible&lt;/strong&gt;!) and going through all the rules and stuff. Then we went into assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Featherstone&lt;/span&gt; (our headteacher) started by telling us how awful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;we w&lt;/span&gt;ere, and how badly we went into the hall. Then she went into a rant about how we're the oldest, most responsible year group now. That was boring. Then she told us all to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;walk&lt;/span&gt; out slowly, so she could check our 'standard dress' (uniform.) She was pulling people out for wearing combat trousers, jeans, black trainers, too much makeup, too many bracelets, air too long, smile too wide... But I managed to walk straight out wearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;corduroy&lt;/span&gt; jeans, Converse trainers, huge eyeliner and about 50 bracelets! I was proud of myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we went for lunch. We all stood outside our (very little) block with lots of people in the lovely sun, and had a lovely time. Then we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ICT&lt;/span&gt;, which was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next comes the best bit. Are you ready? Prepare yourselves... (No sarcasm, by the way!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up to Science, and after much confusion, ended up in E7 having Biology. We didn't actually &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; any Biology- we just listened to Mr Bishop going on about exams and other boring stuff. But then he got out his results book and told his he had our Physics results back from last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 40/40 on both tests. Equalling two A*s. (The best grade you can get) =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, all of my exam results averaged out to a B for Year 10 (4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Year.) That was only because I did badly in one exam, which I should be able to resit. So I might be looking at an A for half of my Science grade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That grade made me so excited I had to remind myself how to breathe whilst jumping around E7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, folks. See you soon xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802304544524516942-8069331905656870642?l=icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/8069331905656870642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2802304544524516942&amp;postID=8069331905656870642' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802304544524516942/posts/default/8069331905656870642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802304544524516942/posts/default/8069331905656870642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com/2007/09/girl-with-golden-touch.html' title='Girl With The Golden Touch'/><author><name>emilyyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598159028459953065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/SYWpvOtvRgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/B9VUE1PZbqo/S220/DSCF5912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802304544524516942.post-1057328831306725573</id><published>2007-09-03T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T02:58:01.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing 'Here We Go Again'</title><content type='html'>Well. Last day of the summer holidays. Back to school tomorrow, to begin my fifth and final year of High School. I'm terrified. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be turning 16 in 6 weeks, which'll bring a whole lot more responsibility. It does mean that I'm legally allowed to do more things- like get stuff pierced- but it also brings mock exams, real exams, lots of hard work, revision (that I &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; haven't quite got the hang of) and friends. Trying to keep friends happy, even with the stress we'll all be under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm headed for an interesting year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Summer. Wow. Made some new friends, found some old ones, lost one or two. Read four Harry Potter books. Been bored senseless, or had the best fun I've had in ages. I didn't have a theme song this year, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to miss Summer. I'll go back to school, get shouted at for not doing my coursework (for very good reason!), get told I'm the oldest in the school now, have a lot of responsibility, have life changing exams coming up... I can see myself slipping into a huge stupor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a good summer. My birthday to look forward to now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Auntie Leeta, The Sonic Hearts is on Friday. I'm still not sure i we're going, but if it's still alright, could I have the money this week? If we end up not going, I'll of course give it straight back! Thank yooou =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802304544524516942-1057328831306725573?l=icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/1057328831306725573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2802304544524516942&amp;postID=1057328831306725573' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802304544524516942/posts/default/1057328831306725573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802304544524516942/posts/default/1057328831306725573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com/2007/09/singing-here-we-go-again.html' title='Singing &apos;Here We Go Again&apos;'/><author><name>emilyyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598159028459953065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/SYWpvOtvRgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/B9VUE1PZbqo/S220/DSCF5912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802304544524516942.post-4523276234182651701</id><published>2007-08-27T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T16:57:02.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fingertips Are Holding Onto The Cracks In Our Foundations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oof&lt;/span&gt;, '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ello&lt;/span&gt;! (Title: Kate Nash - Foundations)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've not spoken to you lot in a while! Sorry about that, it being Summer holidays and all. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, you should know that Lee and I broke up tonight. I'd rather not go into it right now, but I'm alright. He took it okay, too. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right then. I got back from London yesterday. (Yes, again!) I had an amazing time. Ask Mum- I must have used the word amazing at least 10 times on the phone to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at Kelly's house Friday night, and we were up and out by 9 o'clock Saturday morning. We slept for the first bit of the journey, then woke up just as we hit roadworks! The slower we drove, the more excited we got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, at about 1/4 past one, we arrived at the (wrong) hotel. Three minutes drive up the road, and we found our bigger, better hotel. We were back out and walking to the tube within the minute! It took us a while to work it out, but eventually we were on our way to Camden Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RtNTunjHAZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/t_UU4X_SAo0/s1600-h/40600003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103514863096234386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RtNTunjHAZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/t_UU4X_SAo0/s320/40600003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am being terribly over-excited in Camden Market. In my sunnies and Kelly's hat. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were there for a good 3 hours. I absolutely loved it. I found the shop my prom dress is coming from. They were all big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gothicy&lt;/span&gt; dresses with huge underskirts. I also bought a new dress and some boots to match. I have great pride in my new, bright blue, boots. I shall put a picture in a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Camden, we went back to the hotel to wash our sweaty selves and get prettied up for going out to dinner to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RtNVZ3jHAcI/AAAAAAAAABU/FNp249bGXbI/s1600-h/40600018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103516705637204418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RtNVZ3jHAcI/AAAAAAAAABU/FNp249bGXbI/s320/40600018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RtNVaHjHAdI/AAAAAAAAABc/hAAatAOOOX4/s1600-h/40600017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103516709932171730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RtNVaHjHAdI/AAAAAAAAABc/hAAatAOOOX4/s320/40600017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard Rock Cafe! Of course the queue was an hour and a half long, but we were allowed to go sit and wait in the bar. And what else would you expect for Hard Rock Cafe on a Saturday night?? There's me and Kelly, in the queue, in our new boots and my new dress. What do you think? I have a better picture of the dress, but Mummy said I look like a tart in that picture, so I won't post it... =D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103518007012295138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RtNWlnjHAeI/AAAAAAAAABk/ImEJiCUdO30/s320/40600019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A sign in the w&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;indow&lt;/span&gt; of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;- it made us laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RtNWl3jHAfI/AAAAAAAAABs/ywa9Wkq7HUc/s1600-h/40600020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103518011307262450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RtNWl3jHAfI/AAAAAAAAABs/ywa9Wkq7HUc/s320/40600020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Kelly at the table- I thought it was quite nice, and that it was my duty to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meal (and after I found an abandoned staff card and claimed it) we got back on the tube and went back to the hotel. My new boots were absolutely killing me (took the skin off the back of my ankle. It was the last pair, and the right boot had been on display) so I was more than glad to be able to get to the hotel bar and whip them off. Kelly and I then went to reception with a 'free stuff' list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teabags&lt;br /&gt;Sugar&lt;br /&gt;Milk&lt;br /&gt;Coffee&lt;br /&gt;Plasters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy behind reception dutifully found everything we needed, and we went back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt; Kelly's mum, Jackie was sitting. I presented her with a plaster for where her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;strappy&lt;/span&gt; heels were digging into her foot, and I thought she was going to cry, she was so happy! She was so pleased with her present of a blue plaster, that she said I was lovely and could definitely come again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back up to our room, Kelly and I found a Ben and Jerry's ice cream dispenser. I took no haste in finding £2 and buying a pot of Cookie Dough ice cream. Yum. So off we went to bed, made a cup of tea, watched some Channel 4, and were asleep by 2am. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we met Kelly's parents in the lobby and packed our bags into the car. We walked round the corner, and split off for breakfast: them to a nice little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cafe&lt;/span&gt;, and us to McDonald's! I had an egg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;McMuffin&lt;/span&gt; and hash brown (evidence below!) and very nice it was, too. (Also below, our choice of below-the-knee wear!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RtNZKnjHAgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/S5zfxnKi-KE/s1600-h/40600027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103520841690710530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RtNZKnjHAgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/S5zfxnKi-KE/s320/40600027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RtNZK3jHAhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lGS8PAZqauc/s1600-h/40600029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103520845985677842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RtNZK3jHAhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lGS8PAZqauc/s320/40600029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, it was on the tube and away to Waterloo... Where the London Eye stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't amazing. It was beyond amazing. I absolutely loved it. Standing underneath it, it was massive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RtNdR3jHAiI/AAAAAAAAACE/AmjsctREqhg/s1600-h/40600035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103525364291273250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RtNdR3jHAiI/AAAAAAAAACE/AmjsctREqhg/s320/40600035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was quite scary looking up at it! The weather here was quite overcast and cloudy. It cleared in about 5 minutes though, just as we were getting into our pod! Here's a string of photos taken from various heights over London...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RtNecHjHAjI/AAAAAAAAACM/A9aoHQufs5U/s1600-h/40600043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103526639896560178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RtNecHjHAjI/AAAAAAAAACM/A9aoHQufs5U/s320/40600043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RtNecXjHAkI/AAAAAAAAACU/Wtkwfbiy5vo/s1600-h/40600045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103526644191527490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RtNecXjHAkI/AAAAAAAAACU/Wtkwfbiy5vo/s320/40600045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RtNecnjHAlI/AAAAAAAAACc/JumXXa9n0kM/s1600-h/40600050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103526648486494802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RtNecnjHAlI/AAAAAAAAACc/JumXXa9n0kM/s320/40600050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RtNedHjHAmI/AAAAAAAAACk/c_h7mK7dauE/s1600-h/40600051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103526657076429410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RtNedHjHAmI/AAAAAAAAACk/c_h7mK7dauE/s320/40600051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I very much urge you all, if you get the chance, to go on here. Even if you're scared of heights- get over it and go! It give the most amazing view of London. It's seriously amazing. AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got off, we took a leisurely stroll down the street next to the Eye. There were performers all the way down on both sides, and was great fun. On our journey (ice creams in tow!) we saw several "statues", one or two guys with guitars, an old man on a harmonica, a man with no head, and a Captain Jack Sparrow! (And a picture of Kelly and I with the Eye in the background.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RtNhRHjHArI/AAAAAAAAADM/4_lUSoHiZSM/s1600-h/40600053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103529749452882610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RtNhRHjHArI/AAAAAAAAADM/4_lUSoHiZSM/s320/40600053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RtNhRnjHAsI/AAAAAAAAADU/WMpv04RFru4/s1600-h/40600055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103529758042817218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RtNhRnjHAsI/AAAAAAAAADU/WMpv04RFru4/s320/40600055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RtNhR3jHAtI/AAAAAAAAADc/DMr7UA2-BpI/s1600-h/40600056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103529762337784530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RtNhR3jHAtI/AAAAAAAAADc/DMr7UA2-BpI/s320/40600056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RtNhSHjHAuI/AAAAAAAAADk/fK91T0ZoXno/s1600-h/40600057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103529766632751842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RtNhSHjHAuI/AAAAAAAAADk/fK91T0ZoXno/s320/40600057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on the tube, through a number of different stops, until we finally arrived... On Oxford Street! It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;scorching&lt;/span&gt; hot, and packed. But we still managed to love it! After about 3/4 of an hour, though, our feet were killing us and my shoulders were going pink. After one desperate search for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Primark&lt;/span&gt; (we didn't find it) we took cover in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Topshop&lt;/span&gt; until it was time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough, we were fast asleep in the car, and I was home by 7. All in all, I had a wonderful time, and can't wait to go back. I love London!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all soon&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802304544524516942-4523276234182651701?l=icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4523276234182651701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2802304544524516942&amp;postID=4523276234182651701' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802304544524516942/posts/default/4523276234182651701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802304544524516942/posts/default/4523276234182651701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-fingertips-are-holding-onto-cracks.html' title='My Fingertips Are Holding Onto The Cracks In Our Foundations.'/><author><name>emilyyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598159028459953065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/SYWpvOtvRgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/B9VUE1PZbqo/S220/DSCF5912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RtNTunjHAZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/t_UU4X_SAo0/s72-c/40600003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802304544524516942.post-964392838563836470</id><published>2007-08-13T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T13:00:45.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Livvie's Celebrity Lookalikes</title><content type='html'>I gave up trying to do this for my face: It just gave me loads of Chinese men! Look who they reckon Livvie looks like though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/75/92/42/759242_125474848a0c64ngxmbo45.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mum's *LAUGH!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/76/60/11/766011_8709471e1b0c64qr4dqv33.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Grandpa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/76/74/41/767441_252965a04b0c64nohmbg27.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to try, just click it. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802304544524516942-964392838563836470?l=icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/964392838563836470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2802304544524516942&amp;postID=964392838563836470' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802304544524516942/posts/default/964392838563836470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802304544524516942/posts/default/964392838563836470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com/2007/08/livvies-celebrity-lookalikes.html' title='Livvie&apos;s Celebrity Lookalikes'/><author><name>emilyyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598159028459953065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/SYWpvOtvRgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/B9VUE1PZbqo/S220/DSCF5912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802304544524516942.post-406266700294081017</id><published>2007-08-10T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T03:46:09.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Reply...</title><content type='html'>I was going to put this in my comment box, but it just got too long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He won't want to put a skirt on- he put it on the other day at band practice the other day because his jeans were too hot, but he wouldn't let me take a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got 3 or 4 little chunks of purple round his head- it's gone kind of pinky/purple though, but he doesn't seem to mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Tina, the dye that I've used doesn't need bleach underneath. I don't know how it does it, because it's semi-permanent with no bleach in it, but the dye sticks to the hair without any need of any preparation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for dying hair blue or green, those dyes don't work. For some reason, the blue pigments in hair dye only stick to white blonde hair, and wash out very quickly. Do you not remember when Livvie had a red and blue stripe in her hair for holiday? The blue was gone within the first few days of being in the pool, whereas the red stayed in for most of the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of those gigs are before my birthday: The Sonic Hearts is in September. I'm very much hoping that either Donna will phone me to ask me to babysit (and then give me that £5 she owes me from last time!) or that I'll discover where Daddy keeps his money tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802304544524516942-406266700294081017?l=icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/406266700294081017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2802304544524516942&amp;postID=406266700294081017' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802304544524516942/posts/default/406266700294081017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802304544524516942/posts/default/406266700294081017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-reply.html' title='In Reply...'/><author><name>emilyyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598159028459953065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/SYWpvOtvRgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/B9VUE1PZbqo/S220/DSCF5912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802304544524516942.post-5527615793808412310</id><published>2007-08-09T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T09:17:51.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold On To Your Lover, Baby</title><content type='html'>Good afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sat here doing nothing, so I decided it's probably time for a new blog. Not that I have very much to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to see Hairspray last night. I recommend that everyone not only goes to see the film, but gets the soundtrack, too. It's just &lt;strong&gt;such&lt;/strong&gt; a feel-good, happy film! Not only that, but the lead boy, Link (played by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Effron&lt;/span&gt;), is just GORGEOUS.  We took my friend Vicki, and every time he came onscreen, she grabbed my arm making '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;oof&lt;/span&gt;!' noises! We all came out singing and dancing, it was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee's coming round in a minute, for me to dye his hair. He's having it bright purple...! He's also bringing his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gamecube&lt;/span&gt; up, in promise of 'special treats': a creme egg and a hot chocolate with a biscuit! Bless him, he's quite poorly with an intestine infection so can't eat quite a lot of things. So I'll use up my chocolate supply on him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What gorgeous weather we've been having! I'm so pleased summer's finally picked up. Of course, it won't be long until autumn (which brings in my 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;!) comes around again, and it starts to get cold, again, but at least we can finally enjoy the glorious sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all from me now, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh, I almost forgot! Three, yes three, of my favourite bands (The Sonic Hearts (from which the title of today's blog comes) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Madina&lt;/span&gt; Lake and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hellogoodbye&lt;/span&gt;) are all playing shows near here! True, this will cost me a bit of money, at around £10 a show, but what with all the babysitting I've been doing, and two of those gigs being very close to my birthday, I should be able to afford it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Madina&lt;/span&gt; Lake are playing in Nottingham, which is a slight inconvenience, but I'm hoping we can figure something out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that really is it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tata&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;xxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802304544524516942-5527615793808412310?l=icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/5527615793808412310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2802304544524516942&amp;postID=5527615793808412310' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802304544524516942/posts/default/5527615793808412310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802304544524516942/posts/default/5527615793808412310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com/2007/08/hold-on-to-your-lover-baby.html' title='Hold On To Your Lover, Baby'/><author><name>emilyyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598159028459953065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/SYWpvOtvRgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/B9VUE1PZbqo/S220/DSCF5912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802304544524516942.post-870574394072851658</id><published>2007-08-02T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T02:34:21.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got Sunshine In A Bag!</title><content type='html'>Good evening, all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, what a day! Firstly, we went to get Lee's glasses. He later posed in my new trilby and his glasses especially for you lot. Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RrJi2Q_12BI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tOhV78k08ns/s1600-h/Thurs+2nd+August+2007+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094242812924647442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RrJi2Q_12BI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tOhV78k08ns/s320/Thurs+2nd+August+2007+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RrJjGQ_12CI/AAAAAAAAAA0/sOeX2upUnjU/s1600-h/Thurs+2nd+August+2007+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094243087802554402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RrJjGQ_12CI/AAAAAAAAAA0/sOeX2upUnjU/s320/Thurs+2nd+August+2007+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum reckons he looks like a girl. I think he looks &lt;b&gt;dashing&lt;/b&gt;. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, we'd been up to Lee's to play Pikmin. It's this fab game on his Nintendo Gamecube (or something) where you have all these little leaf creatures collect stuff for you and they're so cute and I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after all that, we got on a bus to town. It took an extra 20 minutes because of all the stupid roads being shut and all the stupid diversions. When we eventually got there, though, we went into Primark and got me a new black jacket (Finally!) that cost me half of my month's allowance: thank goodness for babysitting! I also saw a trilby that I had to have (modelled above by Lee) and didn't get any footless tights or a belt, like I was supposed to. I then wrapped myself up in some red skinny jeans that I couldn't afford, and left the shop pouting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee reckons I'm going to grow a magic money tree and be able to get them- or that Mum'll have a random spout of generosity and go into the Primark in town near the tram stop, go towards the stairs but go right instead, end up by the stand by the window, and not only buy me the red skinnies, but the purple and blue ones, too, in size 14, at just £10 each. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting a custard doughnut from Gregg's, we went onto Meadowhall and dropped off some CVs and application forms. Having filled out my first Early Learning Centre form wrong, I had to send Lee to get me another so I could do it right. Thanks to Grandma (and no thanks to Mum, who was in Lidl at the time!) I managed to fill in all the blanks with all the right information! So I went to drop that off, and gave the nasty people in Ernest Jones my CV. (They disapproved of me when I got the form. They were nicer when I handed it in!) By this time it was half 6, so we had half an hour to wander round, which we did, with no complaining from Mr. Lee! Although we did have to go look at Xbox games for the hundredth time this week, and look at a load of pretend cars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7 o'clock, we went to Mama Amalfi. That &lt;strong&gt;gorgeous&lt;/strong&gt; Italian restaurant on the top floor of Meadowhall. We shared a starter, had a main course each, and then just about managed to share a banoffi pie. All that, plus drinks, came to just under £30- and Lee payed the lot =D It was &lt;strong&gt;nice&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had 20 minutes before we needed to go for the tram, so we wandered some more: for half an hour. We annoyingly missed the tram by about a minute, so had to wait for the next one. The driver conveniently wanted a fag so this tram set off ten minutes late., meaning we were behind by twenty minutes, meaning we missed the bus. Most annoyed, we decided to stay on the tram and get off at the terminal where we could catch up with the bus. We had to sit and listen to some tram ticket lady telling her friends, very loudly, how much she 'effing hates effing people, especially them effing kids, and it's this effing jobs what's done it!' She was fat and ugly, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we got off the tram, we noticed the bus we wanted wasn't parked where it usually was. So we crossed the road to check the times on the bus stop, and every bus that could have brought us home had been taken off, due to the floods and closed roads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many telephone calls and false car journeys later, we established that we were, in fact, stranded in Middlewood, at ten o'clock at night. The next tram back to town wasn't for another twenty-five minutes, and it was dark, in one of the dodgiest places we could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we speed-walked into the centre of Hillsborough and managed to get the bus before it turned off onto the diversion. All in all, it was nightmarish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, balancing this with the rest of my day, it was a good one. I'm now a very happy bunny, and shall stay fluffy until Lee perhaps stops letting my play on his Gamecube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, one last thing. Livvie and I were looking through her room earlier (the stuff she's got hidden away... A broken carrier bag, tied up with the handle of said carrier bag, containing a broken something (I forget) and her old hairbrush.) looking for her beret. I opened a drawer and saw an interesting looking ball with holes in... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/?action=view&amp;current=61aedc14.flv"&gt;http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=61aedc14.flv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, that is a ball full of bugs. Yummy, I'm sure. Apologies for the quality, it's a video off my terrible phone. =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all from me: nighty night!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xxxxxxx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802304544524516942-870574394072851658?l=icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/870574394072851658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2802304544524516942&amp;postID=870574394072851658' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802304544524516942/posts/default/870574394072851658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802304544524516942/posts/default/870574394072851658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com/2007/08/good-evening-all-ahh-what-day-firstly.html' title='I Got Sunshine In A Bag!'/><author><name>emilyyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598159028459953065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/SYWpvOtvRgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/B9VUE1PZbqo/S220/DSCF5912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/RrJi2Q_12BI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tOhV78k08ns/s72-c/Thurs+2nd+August+2007+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802304544524516942.post-8048077366409834187</id><published>2007-07-30T10:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T10:31:48.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little note. =]</title><content type='html'>Just a super speedy note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, a lot of you have been asking about the Photobucket slideshow. In answer to Auntie Tina: yes, it is easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;u&gt;here&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to go to Photobucket's homepage. Here, click 'Join Now' and sign up. The rest is pretty self explanatory: just upload the pictures the way it tells you, then click 'Create Slideshow'. Choose the pictures you want, click 'Save', and there you go. Easy peasy lemon squeezy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, you all want to know about Lee's glasses. We went down to choose him some today, and they should be ready by Thursday/Friday. They're just some simple, thin black frames, and they suit him quite nicely. But you'll have to wait to see them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I got extra special post this morning. I got my National Insurance number! I wasn't expecting to receive it until nearer my 16th birthday (when I'm officially allowed to work) but then I realised, that's only two and a half months away! So I've updated my CV and cover letter, and am off to drop them into a few shops in Meadowhall on Wednesday. Yay! Money for Emily!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe I can buy a digital camera that works. Or a mobile phone whose buttons don't stick. Or maybe a video camera. Ooh ooh, or earmuffs to not only protect me from dearest Olivia's &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt; drumming machines, but also hers and Mother's beautiful renditions of Michael Jackson's 'Beat It' in the kitchen. Or maybe even a pony...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802304544524516942-8048077366409834187?l=icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/8048077366409834187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2802304544524516942&amp;postID=8048077366409834187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802304544524516942/posts/default/8048077366409834187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802304544524516942/posts/default/8048077366409834187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-super-speedy-note.html' title='Little note. =]'/><author><name>emilyyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598159028459953065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/SYWpvOtvRgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/B9VUE1PZbqo/S220/DSCF5912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802304544524516942.post-8945199457659428137</id><published>2007-07-29T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T18:04:13.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom and messy bedrooms.</title><content type='html'>Good... morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost 1am, I'm not particularly sleepy (since it's a Sunday, I allowed myself to snooze until 11.30. I should've known I'd pay for it. =]) so I decided to write you all another blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, however, I am stuck as to what to write!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Let us begin with my disaster area of a bedroom. It's the messiest it's been in a good few months now, since Mum got fed up with it and cleared everything out, piling it all in the middle of my room for me to organise. At the moment, my desk is piled high with various moisturisers, bits of paper, makeup and other such things. This has resulted in the loss of my little pink comb. I can't find it anywhere: I've had the whole room upside down looking for it. I last had it last night when dying Livvie's hair. In fact, I had it after that, right here, straightening my fringe. But it's nowhere to be found. I expect it'll turn up. It usually does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my room is a state. I have recently re-acquired Livvie's leopard print bean bag. This bean bag has not only become Minnie's new favourite sleeping place, but a replacement for the sky-hooks I keep in various places about my room. There are all sorts of clothes that I've worn for one day, put there for safe keeping, then needed a different outfit for the next day. Then, of course, Minnie falls asleep on them, all curled up and looking cute, and I don't have the heart to shift her when I get my random 'let's pick some stuff up now' urges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w133.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/e123268a.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_logo.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/?action=view&amp;current=e123268a.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_viewshow.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshow?action=landing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_getyourown.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Clever, eh?) There was a fourth picture, showing my unmade bed with a cluster of shoes half a centimetre away from the wardrobe in which they live. But it didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, it appears a bomb of... well, stuff, has gone off in my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I would normally just leave it and hope nobody noticed. However, I have incentive. Mummy has agreed that if by the time she is 100% better I have managed to keep my room tidy, she will decorate it. Seeing as it hasn't been decorated since we first moved in and this room was a garage over 6 years ago, I'm dying to see some improvement! So I think I will now have a quick flit round, removing all unnecessary bits and bobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foof. 25 minutes later (my desk taking the majority!) and it's done. Well, tidy, anyway. My bed remains unchanged and my bin un-emptied, but those are things that can't really be done at 1.30 in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of clean(er) room? I think so. (Apologies for the terrible quality: my camera died (again) so I had to use my mobile!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w133.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/8eb8690f.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_logo.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/?action=view&amp;current=8eb8690f.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_viewshow.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshow?action=landing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_getyourown.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desk doesn't look that much tidier there. Believe me, it is! Oh, and the little pile on the chair is tomorrow's clothes and a CD that needs to be taken back to Mother that I forgot I had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, an hour after declaring I was bored, I think it's time for bed. Night night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802304544524516942-8945199457659428137?l=icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/8945199457659428137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2802304544524516942&amp;postID=8945199457659428137' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802304544524516942/posts/default/8945199457659428137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802304544524516942/posts/default/8945199457659428137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com/2007/07/good.html' title='Boredom and messy bedrooms.'/><author><name>emilyyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598159028459953065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/SYWpvOtvRgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/B9VUE1PZbqo/S220/DSCF5912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802304544524516942.post-3618119168907295349</id><published>2007-07-29T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T10:14:10.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the best damn thing that your eyes have ever seen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good morning. (Just!) Don't you love the title of today's update? It's a new song of Avril Lavigne- remember, that singer that Livvie was trying to be a year or so ago? Her new album is basically all about girl power. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I shall now attempt, once again, to put those London pictures on for you. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092566027627517906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/Rqxt0g_119I/AAAAAAAAAAM/99poWgZQiqY/s320/DSCN0102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yay! Right, I can't remember what this is, but I do know they have to have 4 blackbirds- or maybe it was magpies? It was a bird that was black anyway- in the castle at all times for luck. When one dies, they leave it there until it can be replaced.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have just been informed by a very amused mother that this is in fact the Tower of London, and is occupied by four Ravens. I was also informed that it is one of the most famous landmarks in Britain. I apologise for my un-history-knowledgeable stupidity. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our tour guide, Marion, told us a "joke" about the moat here: "Why is there no water in the moat?" After much speculation, and her asking if anyone knew, she said "It's easier to cut the grass that way." The joke was so bad, that my English teacher, Mrs Darragh, actually asked if that was true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/Rqxu5g_11-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/CQFfL6drNYQ/s1600-h/DSCN0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092567213038491618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/Rqxu5g_11-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/CQFfL6drNYQ/s320/DSCN0131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This here is a very pretty picture of one of the many bridges we crossed: Marion getting over excited about each one! This particular one was Tower Bridge, and Vicki got a very pretty shot of it, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, this bridge looks gorgeous, with all the lights on. I do have a picture of that, but it's from a distance and blurry, so I shan't post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092567797154043890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/Rqxvbg_11_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Lx0CFmi_P-8/s320/DSCN0134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Of course, Piccadilly Circus. We didn't get to stop here, but it was too cool not to post a picture of it! Looks a lot like Times Square, doesn't it? Shame I won't be going there: Unless someone wants to donate £800 to the Send-Emily-To-New-York fund?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ARGH! That's it, I've had enough of this 'Insert Image' rubbish. I'll use Photobucket. Then I can just copy the HTML tag exactly where I want it without having to frag it from the top. Which is very irritating. Anyway...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/DSCN0137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and Kieran, in Planet Hollywood. If Kieran does not want to pose for a photo, Kieran will not. I, however, am glad to! Here you can see the pretty dress that I wore to the theatre. I put those red bits in my hair especially for the trip, too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/DSCN0146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This, my friends, is the next big thing. In this glass, there was at first just Coca-Cola. Little did this glass know it was soon to made into an all-in-one meal!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yes, I had an overly mature moment and squirted ketchup into Katie's drink. She didn't want it, so why couldn't I play? Next went the salt. I tipped it in and the whole thing started to fizz and I had to stop before it overflowed. Kelly then added a chip, followed by some English Mustard. We topped the whole thing off with an onion ring, and it looked absolutely disgusting. Unfortunately, we couldn't get anyone to drink it for our entertainment, so we just took a picture of it instead. Ah, the joys of being a bunch of 15-year-olds in a restaurant!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/DSCN0164.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahh, Big Ben. We drove right next to it. And, once again, Vicki put her photography skills to use and took a pretty picture of it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/DSCN0171.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This man was sat on a horse outside the main gates of the Houses of Parliament. 'Oh lah-di-dah,' you think, 'how exciting.' But then you look a little a closer at his face... Just &lt;strong&gt;look&lt;/strong&gt; at the pout on that! He's &lt;strong&gt;loving&lt;/strong&gt; all the attention he's getting from the surrounding girlies. I found it amusing. =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/DSCN0209.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Left to right: Vicki, Peggy, Emily, Sophie and me. We're sat on the war memorial thingy in Trafalgar Square. I don't know where Kelly was at this point, otherwise this picture would have been all the girlies. She was probably playing on a lion!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/Londonnnn2007031.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here we all are, sat along the wall next to the Thames. We'd just come out of Shakespeare's Globe and had 3/4 of an hour to kill. Some of us went to Starbucks, and others went to find lunch. Kelly's taking this picture, hence she's not in it. I don't think she's in any of these...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/Londonnnn2007053.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me in Planet Hollywood. I put this picture on purely because I like it. =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/Londonnnn2007059.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kieran wanted to pose this time. He calls this his Johnny Rotten face. I call it his child molester face. Anyway, behind him is Emily, and next to him is Joe. Joe lives just up the road and is a total angel. You lot'd love him!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/Londonnnn2007063.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just a lion. In Trafalgar Square. In London. Where I was. =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/mrsdarragh.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And finally, Mrs Darragh. She organised the whole trip. Mrs Darragh's my English and Drama teacher, and I think she's amazing. It's because of her that I keep getting all these As and A*s! (A*'s the bestest best grade you can get. And I got one in my mock English GCSE.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that's all the interesting pictures from London. Let me finish straightening my hair, however, and I have something else to show you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, a lot of you have been asking about Lee's glasses. We're going down to get them tomorrow, as the ones in the opticians in Meadowhall were naff and expensive. He doesn't look too bad in my glasses, but I think slightly less thick frames might suit him better. But I shall get a picture of him in them for you tomorrow!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right, I've finished my hair, eaten lunch, and done everything else I needed to do. Now I shall show you what I promised to show you. Ready?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/InthegardenJuly07013.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WE HAVE RED HAIR! Mine, as you can see, is completely red, whereas Livvie just has a slice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/InthegardenJuly07028.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q66/xscreamxyourxheartxoutx/InthegardenJuly07036.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doesn't Livvie look skinny there? And look at my new nose stud sparkling. Better than that horrible gold thing, eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, what do you think? Mother doesn't know about it yet. No doubt she'll be thrilled when she gets home from Wales though. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, two hours after I started, my blog for today is done. I'll get a picture of Lee in his glasses for you tomorrow. Byyee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802304544524516942-3618119168907295349?l=icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3618119168907295349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2802304544524516942&amp;postID=3618119168907295349' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802304544524516942/posts/default/3618119168907295349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802304544524516942/posts/default/3618119168907295349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-best-damn-thing-that-your-eyes-have.html' title='I&apos;m the best damn thing that your eyes have ever seen!'/><author><name>emilyyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598159028459953065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/SYWpvOtvRgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/B9VUE1PZbqo/S220/DSCF5912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/Rqxt0g_119I/AAAAAAAAAAM/99poWgZQiqY/s72-c/DSCN0102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802304544524516942.post-2754396839882405122</id><published>2007-07-26T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T11:58:49.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing a sad song just to turn it around!</title><content type='html'>Hello chaps! Today's title is from Daniel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Powter's&lt;/span&gt; 'Bad Day': very fitting for the day's events! And I also happen to agree with this line. If you're having a naff day, singing a song about someone having a naffer day than you makes you feel all the better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma was complaining that I hadn't blogged in ages, so here we go. A blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let me tell you about my day today. I was on the bus to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Meadowhall&lt;/span&gt; by 12 o'clock. (Yes, I got out of bed before midday. There, I saved anyone having to make that "joke" =]) I was taking Lee to the opticians to get his rubbish eyes checked. He last had an eye test about 6 years ago: he wore the glasses for about 3 months, got bored of them and threw them away. But now he's off to college, he realised he's going to actually need to see things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we got to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Meadowhall&lt;/span&gt; 15 minutes early, which Lee decided was a sign for him to eat. He got a sausage roll and a cream chocolate doughnut thing (which he ate in the optician's waiting room: MEN.) then we went for a 35 minute wait in the knickers that they call the optician's. That was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I was hungry. Lee saw the trip to McDonald's as yet another sign that he was eat. So we got  Spicy Veggie Deli Sandwiches. I also got this new thing they were advertising called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mozzarella&lt;/span&gt; Dips, with a tomato dip. The silly woman forgot my dip. I was most upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting Lee a Student ID Card (bus pass for college that he pulled the most simple facial expression he could muster for) we moved on to town. On arrival, we instantly decided we'd get what we needed and leave, and not go wandering like we were supposed to with a few friends. 'Hurrah', I think, 'home to a nice cup of hot chocolate and a book in the rain!' Oh, how foolish of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then spent the next hour and a half &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;traipsing&lt;/span&gt; round all corners of Sheffield looking for any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bloomin&lt;/span&gt;' music shop that sold Jim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dunlop&lt;/span&gt; metal Strap Locks. (For those who don't know: the bit on a guitar that holds the strap in place.) Of course, plastic wouldn't do, and neither would any other make. By the time Lee accepted that he didn't know where City Road was (apparently there's a place there that definitely sells them...) I'd stopped talking to him. I was cold, tired, wet, and the hole in my Converse had grown, letting water flow freely around my soggy toes. I was &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; a happy bunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm home now, in our nice warm house, listening to some Country and Western rubbish on Radio Two, waiting for my jacket potato and beans. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have all of the pictures that were taken in London last week. I shall now post them all here for your viewing pleasure! (All pictures taken by me or a friend. No copyrights anywhere!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Will have to add them later: blogger.com is being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;gaylord&lt;/span&gt; and won't let me put any pictures on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm currently in my first week of the summer holidays. So far, I've read the new Harry Potter book, (&lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; good.) been to see The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Simpsons&lt;/span&gt; Movie (brilliantly awful!) and sat around doing nothing. Apart from today's 'adventure', but I'm going to pretend that never happened!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I'm off for dinner now. I'll try to get those pictures up later on for you. I'll update every few days I suppose: or just when something blog-worthy happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802304544524516942-2754396839882405122?l=icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/2754396839882405122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2802304544524516942&amp;postID=2754396839882405122' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802304544524516942/posts/default/2754396839882405122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802304544524516942/posts/default/2754396839882405122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com/2007/07/sing-sad-song-just-to-turn-it-around.html' title='Sing a sad song just to turn it around!'/><author><name>emilyyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598159028459953065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/SYWpvOtvRgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/B9VUE1PZbqo/S220/DSCF5912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802304544524516942.post-8334624533917828535</id><published>2007-07-18T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T14:01:56.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anarchy in the UK!</title><content type='html'>Hello! I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fantastic time in London. When we got there, our tour guide (Marion) got on the coach, and then talked continously until we got off the coach. That was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on a quic tour round Shakespeare's Globe first. I zoned out during the guide's speech about performances, because I'd already learnt it all twice over in English, so I took to examining the actual theatre instead. It was all solid oak, and with the open roof it was realy pretty. I was surprised at how small it was, but apaprently that was so that all of the people in the topmost balconies were easily viewed from all angles. It was really quite interesting. We weren't allowed to take pictures inside, though, so I'm afraid I can't show you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were then allowed to wander in and aorund the Globe- so we went off to Starbucks for a hot chocolate and a belgian chocolate brownie! (Felt a little ill after... But it was &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; worth it!) Then we were back on the coach with annoying Tour Guide in Pink off to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several wrong turns and views of Tower Bridge (It goes up in the middle, you know!) we finally arrived at Quality West Ham Hotel. Our room looked out over the pitch. Surprisingly, it was actually quite a nice hotel. We all had half an hour to get prettied up, then we went back to the centre of London for a meal at Planet Hollywood (burger and chips all round, chaps!) then onto a theatre (can't remember the name) to see The Woman in Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two and a half hours we spent watching that play were the &lt;strong&gt;scariest&lt;/strong&gt; two and a half hours I've ever spent &lt;strong&gt;anywhere.&lt;/strong&gt; I nearly broke Kelly's fingers I was squeezing them that hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic story is that a solicitor has to go and investigate the house of a recently passed woman. As it goes on, you find out that this house is horribly haunted, with mysterious sounds of a rocking chair behind a locked door in the night and bloodcurdling screams on a regular basis. The 'Woman in Black' herself had a bonnet on to shadow her face, and she popped in under half light to frigten the living daylights out of everyone here and there. All in all, it was a very good play with &lt;strong&gt;amazing&lt;/strong&gt; actors: and the most terrifying experience I've ever had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to the hotel, speed changed into pyjamas and all sat around chatting and winding down, then off to bed. At about 1am everyone was settled down and fast asleep, ready for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, my alarm did silly things and we slept in 3/4 of an hour longer than we intended. I was washed, dressed and makeupped in  half an hour- a personal best! After a yummy breakfast (with sadly disappointing hash browns) we set off for the National Gallery. We were talked through three different paintings, and it was a lot more interesting that I imagined. The guide talked us through a painting that Grandma has- of a tugboat and a big ship in the sunset. Apparently that was a real event of a ship being taken to be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished our tour about 15 minutes before the other group, so we grabbed a camera and took lots of pointless pictures in the lobby. We then went off to play in Trafalgar Square for ten mintues, so all the boys coud be all macho and try to climb the lions. I, needless to say, failed this. Then, on to Maxwell's. (Again, burger and chips all round. For some reason they decided that all vegetarians &lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt; want a giant mushroom in their burgers...) Thank goodness my burger was a spicy bean burger: most of the real burgers were very pink in the middle, causing a panic attack from a hypochondriac among us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving in a flurry to escape more poisoned food, we went &lt;strong&gt;shopping!&lt;/strong&gt; I was, however, disappointed with Covent Garden. There were a &lt;strong&gt;lot&lt;/strong&gt; of shops and market stalls: but most of which were tack. I counted about three worthwhile shops- two of which were too expensive for my £40 budget. I ended up in the H&amp;M round the corner! I did manage a new t-shirt sporting the slogan '&lt;strong&gt;Being mean is mean&lt;/strong&gt;' from one of the expensive shops though: it was half price at £10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three hours later, we all gathered on the coach, very tired, ready to go home. Fun was had by all, and I can't wait to tell Mummy that they're thinking of a trip to New York that I simply &lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt; be on next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be up soon, as soon as I upload them from Vicki's camera to my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802304544524516942-8334624533917828535?l=icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/8334624533917828535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2802304544524516942&amp;postID=8334624533917828535' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802304544524516942/posts/default/8334624533917828535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802304544524516942/posts/default/8334624533917828535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com/2007/07/anarchy-in-uk.html' title='Anarchy in the UK!'/><author><name>emilyyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598159028459953065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/SYWpvOtvRgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/B9VUE1PZbqo/S220/DSCF5912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802304544524516942.post-3153934176393935603</id><published>2007-07-16T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T08:50:31.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Laughed So Hard It Would Sting.</title><content type='html'>Well hello. As promised, an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Today's title from Disenchanted -My Chemical Romance.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent today in the Drama room preparing for the final performance, in which I was playing Princess Cassandra of Troy. (I got to finish the play with a dramatic suicide off the Scaean Gates. It was great!) It went a little bit wrong in the middle with someone (not me!) forgetting they had to be onstage. I was stood like a lemon for ten seconds longer than I should have been waiting for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now going to give you some quick facts whilst doing my History Coursework that I have 2 hours to start and finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dyed my hair yesterday (yes, again.) so it is now ginger (lighter than my natural, but close) with red chunks. I like this one! I did it to go with my outfit for the theatre tomorrow night. Yes, I'm off to London with my Drama class to see The Woman In Black. No idea what it's about, but apparently it's really scary. I'll just have to plant some "big strong men" (Kieran and Vicki, no doubt) on either side of me. I'm ridiculously excited: the last time I was in London was to see McFly, and I don't know if I ever went before that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my best friend's boyfriend cry today. Well, serves him right if he will tell her he's worried she'll go flirting with everyone else whilst she's in London. Shouldn't be so paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have a pretty new necklace, made by Mummy and Livvie. It's bright pink with black beads, to go with my new dress. I'm going to be all pink and red and black. Even my fingernails! Oh, I'm such a &lt;strong&gt;girl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having missed my last History lesson due to being poorly (all better now!) this coursework is very difficult. I'm using Vicki's notes, and she has a very different note-taking style: random words scattered aimlessly about the page. This coursework is going to have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now having a whinging boyfriend and an unpacked bag to attend to. And Uncle Chris: &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; was waffle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update as soon as I'm home from London to let you all know how it went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802304544524516942-3153934176393935603?l=icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3153934176393935603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2802304544524516942&amp;postID=3153934176393935603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802304544524516942/posts/default/3153934176393935603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802304544524516942/posts/default/3153934176393935603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com/2007/07/well-hello.html' title='We Laughed So Hard It Would Sting.'/><author><name>emilyyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598159028459953065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyjXan1FF7M/SYWpvOtvRgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/B9VUE1PZbqo/S220/DSCF5912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802304544524516942.post-6161257407982201115</id><published>2007-07-15T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T15:04:49.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Danger, Danger. High Voltage</title><content type='html'>Welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 5 to 11, so I'll keep this quite short. I've just popped in to say hello, and that this will be my brand new project. I managed to keep up the wearing slippers every day thing I had going, so this shouldn't be too hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I was just about to explain my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blog's&lt;/span&gt; title when I realised I can't actually remember what I put for my URL. One second, let me rack my brain... Oh yes. I can get a record player. It's a line from a song.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of my blog is significant: it was the song I was listening to at the time. 'Danger! High Voltage' - Electric Six. I almost went to see them, only Daddy didn't want to go if he had to stand in the back of a smoky club avoiding the mosh pits. Which is fair enough, although I do still hold a grudge. He and I spent a good twenty minutes stuck in traffic on the way to Kent 'moshing' to Gay Bar, whilst getting rather odd looks off surrounding cars. 'Twas fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may have realised, I have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tendancy&lt;/span&gt; to go off on a tangent. Mother calls it 'bunny brain'. I'll be halfway through a sentence when I'll suddenly have a totally unrelated thought and revert to that instead. Like right now, whilst telling you this, I'm thinking about how impressed you must be that I'm not '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tlkin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lyk&lt;/span&gt; dis' (talking like this) like most other 15 year old girls. I strongly disapprove of people who feel that typing with no grammar or spelling is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;neccessary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. As predicted (by me) my 'quite short' post has turned into ten minutes of typing. Well, I suppose I should get to bed now; seeing as I sent my boyfriend home an hour ago so that I could get my stuff ready for school tomorrow and get an early night. Oh well, I'm sure he'll understand my need to do something entirely different than what I first intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update tomorrow, between doing a whole piece of History coursework in 3 hours and entertaining a friend who's coming to stay before we go off to London Tuesday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night night xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802304544524516942-6161257407982201115?l=icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/6161257407982201115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2802304544524516942&amp;postID=6161257407982201115' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802304544524516942/posts/default/6161257407982201115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802304544524516942/posts/default/6161257407982201115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icangetarecordplayer.blogspot.com/2007/07/danger-danger-high-voltage.html' title='Danger, Danger. 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