<?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-6829899540856440002</id><updated>2011-12-24T15:51:08.470-08:00</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='Photogrpahy'/><category term='Toy Story'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Films'/><title type='text'>hopelessly devoted to you.</title><subtitle type='html'>is life to short for dreaming?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-4307010959606685954</id><published>2011-12-24T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T15:51:08.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 the year in the life of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;It seems that whenever I write a new entry in this Blog, a year has passed. In all fairness I completely forgot the password to this and have only just got around to re-setting it. Which is sad really because I love a bit of blogging. not that anyone reads it. But hey ho. Its good to keep a journal or a note of life. I mean hey, just look at how fast its passing by.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2011 has been an incredible year to say the least. It doesn't seem like two minutes ago I was writing about my excitement for Camp and my travels around America. Now i've been, done it, and been home the same amount of time I was away for. It really was a life changing experience. The things i did, the people i met, the cultures i experienced, the hard work i put myself through, the waking up at 7am after getting in at 2am, the meeting and becoming BEST friends with people that live on the other side of the world to you. I could go on, but i really would be here all night. And lets face it, its Christmas in 20 minutes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aims for 2012&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I for one cannot believe its 2012. &lt;b&gt;The end of the world.&lt;/b&gt; The year of England hosting the Olympics. My life seems to be flashing before my eyes. Its a big year ahead of me. And really. What do i have to show for my life at the moment? Not a whole lot. I'm turning 21 next year. By 21 most people are in a long term relationship, or at least have got something there with someone. But hey. Guess what. I'm still a lone wolf. Maybe this is because i spend my time writing to the land of cyber space? Or the fact that everyone that ever likes me, i find an excuse not to like them? Or maybe because i'm just shit out of luck and haven't found the one yet. So yeah. I'm turning 21. Big step in life. Its what i see as the turning point, the point in life where you are supposed to be a "Grown up". Wow. I've got a lot of work to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have the same amount of aims and ambitions as the next kid. Wait. Adult. Thats scary. Calling myself an adult. I guess at 20 thats what I am right? However i really do think its time that i get off fantasy island and land back in reality. Like planning to move to America, live in California like the people on The OC. Thats all well and good. That will happen the day i win the lottery, or I some how come into money. But for now, i need to start making a life here. In England. Saving up, moving out, finding that one... Start a F... the scary F word. Family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats something i NEVER thought i would hear myself say. I Nicolle want to start a Family. I mean woooow. Not right this second. But yeah. I want to be a mum. I'm not sure what it is, the age thing, the working with children thing or just the woman thing? But my mind has sort of been changed these past few months and yeah. I can safely say that the thought of birth doesn't scare me anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;so 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its been emotional. Like the last 20 years. But 2012. Lets be having you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;PEACE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-4307010959606685954?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/4307010959606685954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=4307010959606685954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/4307010959606685954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/4307010959606685954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-year-in-life-of.html' title='2011 the year in the life of...'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-2879624830899674627</id><published>2011-03-21T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T16:21:12.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucket list.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Seeing the devastation that has recently happened in Japan, I've decided my aim for the next week is to write a bucket list. If you are unfamiliar with a bucket list. It is a list of 100 (give or take) things your want to do I'm your lifetime. It can be from trying a new food, to sky diving in Neverland. I want to do one because the world is this crazy place and you REALLY don't know whats round the corner. My heart goes out to everyone effected by the Japan earthquake, i cant imagine the horror your all going through. Its times like these that you really are grateful for having a roof over your head at night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;X &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-2879624830899674627?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/2879624830899674627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=2879624830899674627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/2879624830899674627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/2879624830899674627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2011/03/bucket-list.html' title='Bucket list.'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-4595553686139353857</id><published>2011-02-27T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T12:16:59.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep deprived.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bonjourno&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't believe i haven't updated since freaking boxing day!! So much has been going on since then. I really don't have time to finish the top ten moments of 2010! So lets just say it was a blast. Some shit times. Some amazing times. So that being said. We'll move on. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So. &lt;b&gt;Camp America&lt;/b&gt; Hell. This needs updating. I got placed in January. I am going to &lt;b&gt;French Woods Festival of Performing Arts&lt;/b&gt; which is in Hancock, New York. AHH. (excuse me while i die with excitement). Three whole months in New York. Its about two hours from the City, so it means i can go there for wee little day trips on my day off. I fly out on the 2nd of June. Which works out 94 day from now. 13 weeks to be exact. Not that i'm counting down or anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got my Visa appointment on the 8th March. So thats in two weeks. And i'm telling you. The online Visa form. ARGHHHH. I've never wanted to punch my laptop so much in my life. So many times did it "Time out". Ridic. But hey. I got all that filled in. I just need to print everything off and make sure i'm prepared. The worst thing is you can't take anything electrical into the embassy. So no phone or ipod on the train. Sad times indeed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a less Camp note, i'm well and truely back at gym now. Which is all going well. Its strange how much i like coaching again. Its almost as if i never left it. :) I'm glad i'm back. I have missed the drama at that place. I start my new job tomorrow. New job i hear you ask? You are now looking at a Glee Club teacher. HA. Hell yeahhhh. I'm teaching kids from reception to year six, i've got three different clubs. Only for six weeks, but £15 an hour. I'm not complaining.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;DEFINATLEY&lt;/i&gt; need some sleep now. staying up till 4am watching Lost is never a good move.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope all is well in the part of the world your reading from&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-4595553686139353857?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/4595553686139353857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=4595553686139353857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/4595553686139353857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/4595553686139353857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2011/02/sleep-deprived.html' title='sleep deprived.'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-183390981636477553</id><published>2010-12-26T12:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T12:46:35.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The year has been 2010</title><content type='html'>Ahh Merry Boxing Day one and all. :) I hope you all had a fabulous Christmas. I've just got back from my Uncle and Aunties for the old Boxing Day cold meat fiasco. It wasn't too bad really. It could have been worse. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided. I'm trying to name my top ten moments of 2010. Just to do something a bit more interesting. But i highly doubt i'll be able to pick just ten. I think this years been pretty sweet too be honest. So here goes. (Also there not going to be in order because that would be too tricky).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. College. Yes that was actually a highlight of the year. I met some amazing people. Did some amazing shows, taught back at my old school, performed at a Christmas concert DRUNK!! haha. Oh god. So much good stuff happened. I suppose this brings us onto number two which would have to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Parties!! College parties at Marks. Wahey. They were always. Erm Interesting ;) haha. Then other parties with the normal friends, as well as nights out in Brighton, Crawley town, Timmy's 21st in Southampton ahh its been a good one for drunken antics. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tunisia!! Ahh That was such a good holiday! :) Met some amazing people. Some of which i've already met before. lol. It was just two weeks of chilling in the sun, drinking, having a laugh. Having a midget entertainer. WOW. That was good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay... I need to go now. So i'll finish the rest of my top ten like tomorrow. haha. Fail.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-183390981636477553?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/183390981636477553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=183390981636477553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/183390981636477553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/183390981636477553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2010/12/year-has-been-2010.html' title='The year has been 2010'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-8067967278105236581</id><published>2010-12-22T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T14:58:43.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distance</title><content type='html'>Its so strange, the thought of distance. My best friend spends more or less a year away in another country, comes home and we pick up like i saw her yesterday. Then there are some people "friends" i suppose, who live in the same town, you see every week and it seems like you haven't seen them in a million years, share no interests and are just generally distant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It puts everything into perspective, when she comes back. There's only one person in the world who i could sit and talk to for hours, about life. Our thoughts, feelings, inner hopes and dreams, shark week for crying out loud! After an evening catching up with the best friend it really makes me think that i want a life. I don't want to be stuck here. We were saying, there are those people who are going to stay in one place, work in a shop for there whole life and be happy with it. I'm not that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is about travelling, whether its the thought of meeting new people, experiencing new culture, finding myself, learning new things, remembering old things. It just seems like the right path for me. And there's no bigger place to discover yourself than USA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of just had to blog to get it all off my chest. It makes me feel a bit better about myself knowing i've told someone this. Even if it is a website. No one understands really. Well they don't understand because i don't really know how to express it in words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean there's a million fire flys out there. But i'm ready to catch just one. I'm ready to leave, take off, discover and learn. Its about time. I've been saying it for about two years now!! Damn that little thing called money. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-8067967278105236581?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/8067967278105236581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=8067967278105236581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/8067967278105236581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/8067967278105236581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2010/12/distance.html' title='Distance'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-5092778406855865354</id><published>2010-12-13T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T14:15:16.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TQaa0vFwLUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/s2usxBfH2Rs/s1600/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TQaa0vFwLUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/s2usxBfH2Rs/s400/25.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550293821565185346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TQaaqbdn-5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/8T8ss735XrA/s1600/one-direction-x-factor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TQaaqbdn-5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/8T8ss735XrA/s400/one-direction-x-factor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550293644497910674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TQaahE5vrwI/AAAAAAAAAKg/0_UmWpWqwJA/s1600/41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TQaahE5vrwI/AAAAAAAAAKg/0_UmWpWqwJA/s400/41.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550293483823017730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TQaaU_TykdI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ET1KXYHDnLg/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TQaaU_TykdI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ET1KXYHDnLg/s400/14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550293276163215826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TQaaLzluJzI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/W8ah9sR2U-Q/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TQaaLzluJzI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/W8ah9sR2U-Q/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550293118398375730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY Year in Pictures. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-5092778406855865354?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/5092778406855865354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=5092778406855865354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/5092778406855865354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/5092778406855865354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-year-in-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TQaa0vFwLUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/s2usxBfH2Rs/s72-c/25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-4944241166938543764</id><published>2010-12-13T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T14:06:38.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TQaYxp9pPUI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Q_ZICm-1zM0/s1600/42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TQaYxp9pPUI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Q_ZICm-1zM0/s400/42.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550291569626135874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four years this Christmas. Time flies. Forever with us. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-4944241166938543764?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/4944241166938543764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=4944241166938543764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/4944241166938543764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/4944241166938543764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2010/12/always.html' title='Always.'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TQaYxp9pPUI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Q_ZICm-1zM0/s72-c/42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-5933213010958954974</id><published>2010-12-13T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T14:01:30.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decemebr 2010</title><content type='html'>How on earth is it already nearly Christmas 2010? Where has this year gone?? Seriously soooo much has happened this year. Lets have a look back shall we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College. What a good time that was. New people, new experiences, new adventure. But even that seemed to fly by. I mean i was there till July. We did numerous performances and assessments but looking back it seemed like it was over in a week. Ah shucks. I miss it. Kind of. I miss some of the people!! DEFFO do not miss my hair. Who actually let me have SHORT black hair. You horrible horrible people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tunisia 2010 came next. Ahh that was a super awesome holiday. Met some amazing people. And re-discovered some one i haven't seen in ages and randomly met again. Small world eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work at Vrigin Active came to an end... Happy days about that. It was a good job, once again for the people. But i definitely never want to be a Lifeguard again in my life. Unless its on Bondi beach. And that would purely be to hang out with the hot lifeguards there. But yes one door closes another one opens. Back to gymnastics. Which was inevitable it was going to happen. I'm glad i had the time off, it made me realise how much i missed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp America application. (which i still haven't been placed) but i'm going to a fair in Jan so hopefully i'll know by then... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year of &lt;strong&gt;old's, new's, bad, good, exciting, boredum, hyperness, drunkess, hangovers, friendship, i would like to say romance but hmm, family, good health (apart from the swine flu situation), numerous hairstyles, 19th birthday, wii fit, re-discovering and general merriment.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good year me thinks. Here's to the next.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-5933213010958954974?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/5933213010958954974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=5933213010958954974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/5933213010958954974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/5933213010958954974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2010/12/decemebr-2010.html' title='Decemebr 2010'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-6284969217358880665</id><published>2010-10-06T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T06:05:24.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is moving forward :)</title><content type='html'>Oh my i haven't updated in a while. Lets see whats new? whats new? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my Camp America application is complete, i've just got to wait till November now before my application starts to circulate America. I'm too excited. I hate waiting. Although this month i have quite a lot going on so its going to come round quickly i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone back to coaching gymnastics, which is so odd. I mean i love being back and stuff, but its seriously like i never left. Nothing has really changed, apart from a few new people and coaches. :) But this weekend is going to be really good i think. I've got to judge at the Sussex Championships, which is a competition i used to compete in like every year for about ten years. So its going to be rather strange judging there. It makes me feel so grown up. I hope people remember me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then starting next Thursday i am acting at this years Shocktober Fest at Tullys farm. Its going to be such hard work, but super fun. I had my first rehearsal last week and it was amazing. Ahh. I'm so excited for everything. So that will bring me up till November. AND i forgot the best part. I'm getting paid for acting. HELL YEAH. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i have to go to work now. :( Sad times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-6284969217358880665?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/6284969217358880665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=6284969217358880665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/6284969217358880665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/6284969217358880665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-is-moving-forward.html' title='Life is moving forward :)'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-116892778939107584</id><published>2010-08-12T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T10:15:08.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Blogging.</title><content type='html'>So i'm bored. So i was searching through the world wide web. People's blogs etc. And i found some pretty pictures. So here they are. But i forgot where i got them all from. If any one knows. Do let me know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TGQrRq9FzAI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d-DeeOfQZY0/s1600/set8403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TGQrRq9FzAI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d-DeeOfQZY0/s400/set8403.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504572227141880834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. He's beautiful. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TGQrmxrPNXI/AAAAAAAAAJM/wm1Wx7t3Ckk/s1600/balloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TGQrmxrPNXI/AAAAAAAAAJM/wm1Wx7t3Ckk/s400/balloons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504572589723301234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this was taken from the same blog as above... Which i forgot what one. But its really pretty. I want to take a photo like it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TGQr84b3TtI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xrQ8BDZVeo0/s1600/NY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TGQr84b3TtI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xrQ8BDZVeo0/s400/NY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504572969494990546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS PHOTO!! Its amazing. Shame you can't take photos like this any more. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-116892778939107584?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/116892778939107584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=116892778939107584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/116892778939107584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/116892778939107584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2010/08/random-blogging.html' title='Random Blogging.'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TGQrRq9FzAI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d-DeeOfQZY0/s72-c/set8403.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-1589947655813411111</id><published>2010-08-10T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T13:30:54.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview Time.</title><content type='html'>Right so, after i sent my application off i joined to Camp America facebook group where i found two other people who have applied this year. We've been chatting constantly on facebook about it because too be honest i think my family and friends are sick of me going on already. But they both said they heard back from there interviewer like the next day. So i was a bit annoyed that three days later i still hadn't heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back onto my account and changed the person i wanted to interview me, half an hour later. BOOM email received with an interview date. HURRAH. Tuesday 24th August my Camp America journey REALLY begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become completely camp obsessed. I go on the website EVERY day. Watch the videos read the blogs, google camps that look cool. Ahh. I don't think i will contain myself for another nine months! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started to plan the after camp part too now. Trek America are a travel company who work along side Camp America and offer camp workers a ten percent discount. So that's a bonus. The ones i'm looking at are about three weeks travelling so i'm thinking i'm going to need to save about a minimum of two grand for that. So yes. My life is OFFICIALLY on hold for the next year. But you know what. Its totally gonna' be worth it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-1589947655813411111?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/1589947655813411111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=1589947655813411111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/1589947655813411111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/1589947655813411111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2010/08/interview-time.html' title='Interview Time.'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-6843644187097426406</id><published>2010-08-05T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T12:04:18.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello America!!</title><content type='html'>SO, I've just sent off my application form and first payment for Camp America 2011. Which i am so so so so so excited about already! It looks soooo good. My friend is there at the moment, but she's gone through another company. Ahh it just looks so good. I mean the facilities aren't brilliant etc but still! What an experience eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much to sort out between now and then. I mean i have to save money, get my visa, sort out flights, save save save, pay the rest of the costs. I seriously want to go now. I mean to don't even know when i'll be going. I'm waiting for an interview date now. But it should be pretty soon i'm guessing? The early bird catches the worm and all that. ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i had to blog and just tell you all this. NICOLLE IS EXCITED. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-6843644187097426406?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/6843644187097426406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=6843644187097426406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/6843644187097426406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/6843644187097426406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-america.html' title='Hello America!!'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-5884111342245850255</id><published>2010-08-02T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T12:12:02.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you remember...</title><content type='html'>Doesn't it feel like a million years ago people were getting excited over Bebo and MSN. You used to come home from school and all you had to worry about was joint conversations, minesweeper flags, how many loves you got that day on Bebo and creating skins. Life felt so complicated then, when you had too many conversations going at once or you had used your three loves for the day. It literally seems like a million years ago now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have to worry about going to work, paying tax, car insurance, MOT, phone bills, TV licence, petrol. And thats before the month has even started, you've then got to fork out for nights out for birthdays and new clothes. (which obviously i'm not complaining about) But seriously though, how on earth are we ever meant to save for things we want. Like to travel or to buy a house of our own? It is literally impossible. There are so many things i want to do in my life, but it seems to all be going so quickly. I'm thinking when am i going to have time to do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm talking as if im about 50 now, but approaching 19 i do feel as if i need to do something with my life. Which i do i know. But i'm not ready to settle for a full time office or shop job. I'm not. I get bored of doing things i don't want to do. So how am i ever going to hold down a job i hate? Yes i want to travel. But i need the money. I'd love to move out. But i need the money. Its a little bit ridiculous. Do i still want to go to drama school?? To be totally honest i really really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been questioning things a lot lately... thing is eventually i need to stop questioning things and start to answer myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-5884111342245850255?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/5884111342245850255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=5884111342245850255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/5884111342245850255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/5884111342245850255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2010/08/do-you-remember.html' title='Do you remember...'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-1248928071817361103</id><published>2010-07-22T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T08:23:58.228-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photogrpahy'/><title type='text'>Photography on Holiday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TEhgDwqyeKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/dvjHtWUh9QE/s1600/SAM_2342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TEhgDwqyeKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/dvjHtWUh9QE/s400/SAM_2342.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496748962925934754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunrise on our last day :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TEhgobhURmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/9buiU6SjI1g/s1600/SAM_2265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TEhgobhURmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/9buiU6SjI1g/s400/SAM_2265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496749592904222306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really like this, it took me ages to get it right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TEhhN8rZG8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/i7-fRY0d4B4/s1600/SAM_2288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TEhhN8rZG8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/i7-fRY0d4B4/s400/SAM_2288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496750237460011970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I took this randomly not expecting it to look cool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TEhiLJOORHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/derev6wxzXk/s1600/SAM_2261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TEhiLJOORHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/derev6wxzXk/s400/SAM_2261.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496751288799347826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And last of all... I don't know. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-1248928071817361103?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/1248928071817361103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=1248928071817361103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/1248928071817361103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/1248928071817361103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2010/07/photography-on-holiday.html' title='Photography on Holiday.'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TEhgDwqyeKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/dvjHtWUh9QE/s72-c/SAM_2342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-8696012824668997294</id><published>2010-07-22T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T08:11:32.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Photos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TEhdz5nfHwI/AAAAAAAAAHs/iNWlrRXF1bo/s1600/SAM_2255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TEhdz5nfHwI/AAAAAAAAAHs/iNWlrRXF1bo/s320/SAM_2255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496746491426840322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hannah, Me, Ben&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TEhegaGIrtI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pk7GiM48f2Y/s1600/SAM_2152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TEhegaGIrtI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pk7GiM48f2Y/s320/SAM_2152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496747256059571922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poor Karl :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TEhfJ2Hzt-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/X1Cw9v5jKv0/s1600/SAM_2260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TEhfJ2Hzt-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/X1Cw9v5jKv0/s320/SAM_2260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496747967957415906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm super duper cool. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload the pretty artistic ones in a new post now. :)&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-8696012824668997294?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/8696012824668997294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=8696012824668997294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/8696012824668997294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/8696012824668997294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2010/07/holiday-photos.html' title='Holiday Photos.'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TEhdz5nfHwI/AAAAAAAAAHs/iNWlrRXF1bo/s72-c/SAM_2255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-6594728717350569422</id><published>2010-07-22T07:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T08:01:05.633-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toy Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Wow long time no Blog.</title><content type='html'>Jeeeez, i totally keep forgetting to update this. Life has been pretty busy. Okay whats new i hear you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I've finished college now. Passed that. Very happy with the grades i got. But now i officially have nothing to do in life. Hmm maybe this is the chance to start writing my book! What should i write it about? I'll let my little brain tick away and see what she comes up with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back off holiday. JEE WIZZ. It was amazing. Met some of the best people i think i've ever met. In total i think there were like 15 of us in the group. But people left throughout and it was all very lonely towards the end. Just leaving me and Ben to keep the group going. It was so hot. I'm pretty brown. Totally gonna loose the tan quickly though due to shitty english weather. :( I'll put some photos on in a new post because its easier that way. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum thinks the maid stole a dress she has. Its annoyed me quite a bit because why would the maid want a crappy Primark dress? Its silly. paha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied for a new job just now. Weirdest job application ever. Meh tbh i don't think i'll get it. But heyyyy. I've gotta keep trying. OHHHHH. Went to see Toy Story 3 last night. Its soooo sad. Seriously i think i cried more than i did at the Lion King. Its the end of an era. Poor Woody and the Gang. (if you haven't seen it you totally have to go). The cinema was literally full of 18+ people. I think its because we grew up with Toy Story and like the kids of today have what? Hannah Montana and Spongebob. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i think i've rambled on. I'll try and keep this updated now i have no life. &lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-6594728717350569422?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/6594728717350569422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=6594728717350569422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/6594728717350569422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/6594728717350569422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2010/07/wow-long-time-no-blog.html' title='Wow long time no Blog.'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-4099247144183382385</id><published>2010-04-14T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T15:44:54.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Films.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After watching a film at the cinema i always come out with the same reaction. "well that was hilarious. Loved it." OR "What a load of shite, like stuff like that will ever happen in real life. I hate life. Romance sucks. Arghhhh". Yeah that is actually pretty much it. Word for word.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But at the end of "Remember Me". After i wiped the tears away. Wow. What a film!! Like yeah i had the same reaction of. Oh god. Why isn't life ACTUALLY like this in real life. She gets the perfect guy. He's beautiful. She's hot. Got a body to die for blah blah blah. BUT then the ending happens. Then you think. Fuck. All that stuff actually DID happen. And it really gets you thinking about how lucky you are. (i'm trying to write as much of this without giving the ending away. In case any of you read it and haven't seen the film yet) But seriously i advice it sooo much. It was really good. My older brother who's 21 this Friday, Hates all chick flick type films (apart from mean girls, but thats due to Lyndsey Lohan i think) He even liked it. So yes. Go little puppies. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What other ramblings are going through my head? I really do hate films though. Coz i always feel really shite after wards. Like seriously. Where are these guys in these films? They must exist some where in the world. And why can't they come find me? Maybe i need to start hanging out in Starbucks, writing a diary with a big mug of coffee? Then some super hot, buff, smart, sexy, toned, American, high school prom king yet uber sensitive guy will come up to me and ask me if i'm done with the sugar. (which i don't have in my coffee any way) But i pretend to use it. Just so he hangs around my table that few seconds longer. By doing this it leaves a fresh image in his mind as he walks back to his table. Glancing over his shoulder for one last look as i pick up my extra large, extra skinny, Latte. He sits there for as long as i'm in there, pretending to read Sports Illustrated, but inside he's really got a book of poetry which he remembers so he can recite it to the love of his life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I stroll out of Starbucks, without a care in the world, i wait to cross the street, the sun shining as all the cars stop for me. Just because they can. As i walk down a dark allay way where i'm faced with a group of muggers. Just as they go to take my phone and run. Hot coffee shop guy appears. Saving the day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pfft. Its all nice to dream about this stuff. But i suppose you can waste a life time on dreaming, and focus less about the reality of the situation. Which is. Going out with your friends every weekend, getting drunk, maybe pulling some random, maybe getting looked at a couple of times. But then you have to go back to work. Where your uniform is about as flattering as a wonderbra. You see a hot guy. And he see's you as a worker. Thats it. So gods of fate. What do you have in store for me? Where will this "perfect" man appear from? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats if such thing actually does exist?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-4099247144183382385?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/4099247144183382385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=4099247144183382385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/4099247144183382385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/4099247144183382385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2010/04/films.html' title='Films.'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-892962359172959943</id><published>2010-04-10T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T14:32:08.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ehh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm really really really not in the mood for anything right now. ACTUALLY. i am really in the mood to quit work. I am really in the mood to fly over to America to visit my best friend who i miss sooo much. I would like to be able to drive legally. I want a car. I want to live closer to my college friends. :) OH...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The biggest want of all, i would very much like ALL men to stop being total head fucks. Like seriously. Everyone in my life atm seems to think its okay to be utter dicks, AND get away with it? Can any one explain this? Becuase i can't as hell figure it out. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going back to my last post. I really really don't know what to do come September? I mean i know there's loads i want to do. But its actually getting the job etc. Personally i think i just need a job, where i can go to mon-fri (becuase i'm fed up of working weekends) and it pays well. Then from that job, i can save plently of money and afford to go to Camp America. Or at least just get out of this crappy whole town :).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've come to the conclusion i think i need happy pills. Coz i'm always really like MEH. or feeling like i want to cry. or drunk. aha. which makes it even worse and i STILL cry. Like when i think about leaving college i get really sad, becuase there all really good friends now. When i think about September i think who the hell am i going to hang out with? Everyone's like going to uni and such. So i am actually going to be stuck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MEH MEH MEH. I'm going to cry. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;x &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-892962359172959943?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/892962359172959943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=892962359172959943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/892962359172959943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/892962359172959943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2010/04/ehh.html' title='Ehh.'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-4409003872893698635</id><published>2010-04-06T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T16:09:42.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouchy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the weirdest thing happened to me the other night. I was asleep. (as i tend to be alot) and in my dream i became paralyzed. Seriously it seemed soooo real. I remember like flinching in my sleep because it hurt. And then i woke up the next morning. Actually couldn't move!! My back hurt soooo much. And it hurt all all all day. Work was much fun (not) and now. It being two days later still hurts. Jeez. What is up with that. Its so odd. God knows what i did to it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Work has been mucho boring in the last few weeks, so i have become known as the Artist of the lifeguard team. One little boy called me an "artist teacher" bless him. And i've also been told i am wasted as a lifeguard and that i need to get a job in art. haha people are so funny. :) So yeah here are a few of m&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/S7sOiTJEcYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/raKemQd_paE/s1600/LGIM0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y creations...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458619214120308946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/S8DpQRXDUNI/AAAAAAAAAHM/892R9skIDRs/s320/LGIM0047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458619633526174578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/S8DporxM83I/AAAAAAAAAHU/kUvfBXHPyfU/s320/LGIM0531.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458619922678832242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/S8Dp5g8kXHI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_CC5m-yA-hg/s320/drawing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458620381064959570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/S8DqUMkVllI/AAAAAAAAAHk/J1QcRi0p5B4/s320/LGIM0040.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/S7sOwHjSsEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/889Opqezk_g/s1600/LGIM0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They all look quite cool when there all put next to each other. :) I constantly get people saying oh you must be bored. I'm like YEAH pretty much. God if one of them is a mystery shopper im screwed. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Half term now. Not really got much planned. Got a party to go to tomorrow, with a broken back should be fun. And then i think thats about it. Stupid being poor. FML. haha. And i'm also trying to decide wtf im going to do with my life come September.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahh well take each day as it comes eh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-4409003872893698635?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/4409003872893698635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=4409003872893698635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/4409003872893698635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/4409003872893698635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2010/04/ouchy.html' title='Ouchy.'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/S8DpQRXDUNI/AAAAAAAAAHM/892R9skIDRs/s72-c/LGIM0047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-664387220353423672</id><published>2010-03-29T10:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T10:20:41.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eeek, so i'm moving up in the Blogging world. I've finally changed my layout using a HTML code. Wow how cool am i. So here it is. What do you think? Comments please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a driving lessons today, apparently i'm not going to need any more than eight if i pass my theory test next Friday. Scared much? I can't believe i actually am good at driving. I had put it off for so long because i thought i'd be too stupid to understand it all. Silly me eh. Maybe i am good at something. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I applied for a different job yesterday. Well i didn't exactly apply for it, i sent off for information about Entertainers abroad. You know like the people that put on all the shows in the evenings that make you cringe. Yep that's going to be me. How exciting. But saying that i don't know if they think i'm slightly up my own arse because i sent my acting CV along side it? But they did ask to show previous experience in that area? So i dunno. Hmm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night i was rather bored, and started to doodle... I ended up with this picture. Which i thought was rather pretty so i stuck it on my drawing wall in my bedroom. :) I'm going to try and draw more, and upload more photography and drawings onto here. Maybe that can be my "thing" lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454104837623581090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/S7Dfc-ZLCaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/btpVsM1s4R0/s320/SAM_1133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its pretty isn't it :).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ergh i really hate the fact that my dad moans about EVERYTHING. Like i paid for my own driving lessons today, and i just told my mum i don't have any money left. And he just goes "i gave you forty pound" Yes dad thats for my train tickets for college you tit. I still don't have any money. DUHH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ooo i smell dinner. Must dash.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-664387220353423672?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/664387220353423672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=664387220353423672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/664387220353423672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/664387220353423672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-layout.html' title='New Layout :)'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/S7Dfc-ZLCaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/btpVsM1s4R0/s72-c/SAM_1133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-92138259043520723</id><published>2010-03-27T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T15:36:17.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spongebob.</title><content type='html'>Okay i know i am constantly moaning on here. But seriously. WHY do people feel the need to jump in front of trains? And not only that. On a Saturday night at 8oclock when people are trying to get home to go out!! It really does piss me off. So in the long run. I didn't go out tonight. Just stayed in blogging. YAY. Well actually i'm a geek and i rather enjoy doing that :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was rather funny. We went shopping in Pompy town. Went to the outlet shops first. which were a bit of a let down. We started the day in this cafe place thing, and i wanted the breakfast without the beans. So i was like "Can i please swap the beans for a sausage". And the dopey woman was like "We can't swap beans for meat. You can have another egg" So i was like finnnne. My breakfast came. Twas bloody lovely. With my ONE bit of bacon. I mean how silly is that. One bit of bacon on a fry up. Stupido. And some boy spilt his drink all down him and on the floor. And i was sitting there heaving because this stuff on the floor looked like he sicked it up. And i'm not gonna' lie. I don't do sick. At all. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah shopping was a bit of a bust. Got some bits from the Cadbury's shop. Theeeen, my mother and auntie decided to go into this "cheap pub" they found last time. (turns out it was a Weatherspoons, silly old people) :). So we went in there at about 3. Three bottles of wine and a cider later we stagger out around seven o'clock. Shops shut. Train station locking up. Ahhh. My mum NEVER drinks. Like never ever. So it was rather hilarious to see her drunk. And they were on the train ringing my dad up pretending to be the queen. Ahh was rather humorous. But then the selfish fucker jumped in front of the train and we got delayed. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i plan to have a sexy lay in. And then i'm going to my friends nannies for dinner and to watch Dancing on ice. I love her nan. More than mine tbh. haha. Mines a loopy crazy nan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm going to catch Spider Man now. :)&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-92138259043520723?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/92138259043520723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=92138259043520723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/92138259043520723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/92138259043520723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2010/03/spongebob.html' title='Spongebob.'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-4071447036410540821</id><published>2010-03-26T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T15:11:35.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry.</title><content type='html'>Well tbh, i don't actually think anyone cares that i haven't been here. As i don't think any one reads it. So im saying sorry to myself. Because i know in years to come i will read this and think "wow, why was i such an aggressive, moody, bored, i want so much in life person?" haha. I make myself laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whats new with you? With me? Well. College is going well... i say well. Its sooooo hard! like seriously. At the moment we have to do the following (all over lapping):&lt;br /&gt;* Learn naturalistic monologue&lt;br /&gt;*Learn non naturalistic monologue&lt;br /&gt;*Revise Shakespeare monologue (or pick and learn new one if old one wasn't long enough. Which mine so wasn't) :(&lt;br /&gt;*Learn Scene&lt;br /&gt;*Learn poem about sex (totally awesome and i love it. i'll write a bit in a sec)&lt;br /&gt;*Log book for physical theatre&lt;br /&gt;*Log book x3 for monologues&lt;br /&gt;*Workshop leadership....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats it. But come on!! I go to college three days a week. And on the days im not at college i work. So i have NO time what so ever for me. I just took a week off because i just felt physically and mentally dead. (and the fact i was ill but thats besides the point).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah this poem... Its so totally amazing. Its about this girl who goes from a normal night out with her friends to becoming a prostitute. So when we perform it on stage, we get to wear very little... and rip our clothes and stuff. EEEK. Its gonna be amazing. I would write some of it out. But i can't be arsed to run downstairs to get it. *Note to self, learn lines for that* lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love life? Ehhh. So doesn't exist at the mo. I mean if you know me... Or talk to me you will probably know the head fuck situation i have to deal with right now. So lets not go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still really REALLY hate where i'm living. I look at my room now and think. GOD i can be doing soooo much more than Blogging from here. I could be any where else in the world... If only that stupid little thing called money didn't play such a huge part in this. MEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out tomorrow night for the first time in forever. And i have not got a clue what to wear. And i need to look good because i still have a crusty nose from my cold. So i need to divert attention haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i think thats my mind empty now.. OH. I booked my theory today. Friday 9th April at 10.30am. Scared much?? i keep failing the mock ones. I'm screwwwwed. ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm going to play in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-4071447036410540821?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/4071447036410540821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=4071447036410540821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/4071447036410540821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/4071447036410540821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry.'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-7241876610886650565</id><published>2010-01-13T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T07:01:56.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year 2010.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bonjourno&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year all. I know its a bit late to be posting that and everything, but i haven't got round to updating my blog this year. So here it is, the first update of 2010 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has pretty much been average since the last time i posted, i mean Christmas was rather good, got the sexiest camera. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ooo&lt;/span&gt; and New Year... well that was alright. I mean i didn't get as drunk.. No i didn't get drunk at all! ha. I was looking after my friend most of the night as she was very very drunk. But it was quite funny really so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah the weather in England has decided to go utterly crazy!! It snows, a little bit the week before Christmas... Then Christmas day it didn't snow... Then the week after Christmas, and the week after that AND the week after that. It snows like a bitch. Yeah three weeks of snow. I mean, its pretty and everything but like it does get quite annoying after a while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; the snow turns to ice. Then the ice and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Uggs&lt;/span&gt; do NOT go well together, therefore it ends with Nicolle landing flat on her bum bum. :( Not fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sledding was rather fun though, Its the first time i have ever been :) I know. Deprived child right... But hey growing up in England... A land where it NEVER snows, and now its like Narnia! So here is some pictures of me and the snow :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/S03emGPprGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BFSDssPdvfM/s1600-h/SAM_0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426237872143969378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/S03emGPprGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BFSDssPdvfM/s320/SAM_0247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the snow in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tilgate&lt;/span&gt; Park. How pretty does it look. Where is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aslan&lt;/span&gt;?? Aha i make myself laugh :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/S03fWHQ4H9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/XtHHEuoojxg/s1600-h/SAM_0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426238697051267026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/S03fWHQ4H9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/XtHHEuoojxg/s320/SAM_0250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm seriously that cool you know.  :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, here's the plan. Things i will do in 2010:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Take singing lessons. I mean i can sing... But i lack &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; much confidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Go to New York. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; totally going in July! Excited much :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Update my blog more, and start doing video entries. I told you before, I'm a Geek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Take lots of pictures on my new sexy camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Andddd&lt;/span&gt; I will start going to the gym again. I WILL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on that note, its 15.01 and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still in bed... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ehh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; go to the gym tomorrow. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-7241876610886650565?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/7241876610886650565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=7241876610886650565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/7241876610886650565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/7241876610886650565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-2010.html' title='New Year 2010.'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/S03emGPprGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BFSDssPdvfM/s72-c/SAM_0247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-5079650019210353429</id><published>2009-12-03T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T09:02:13.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Oh my god. I feel really bad i haven't updated this in forever!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has been rather crazy. Been super busy with college and work and stuff. Okay update...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;College i told you about the play we were putting on in two weeks... and i said about having a cough that really hurts. Yeah in those two weeks i had swine flu and turns out the cough was a chest infection. So in those two weeks i only actually rehearsed the play like twice. So i didn't really do very well on that one. Ahh well. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're doing a "kids theatre" show at the moment about Native Americans. Which is kinda cool. We're using all head dresses and things for the animals. A bit like the Lion King on stage. I am enjoying it but its just getting a bit boring now as its all devised and some people arent really giving 100% in class. ahh well shit happens :). Oooo. I had to do my Shakespeare assessment the other day. Which i was totally pooing my pants about! I hate Shakes! but i think i did quite well really :D. I deffo passed it. Weather i got a merit or what not i don't know yet? Still got all the written stuff to do. Which is kinda crappy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year has gone stupidly fast. I mean it doesn't seem like two mins ago i was in Tunisia or it was my birthday and now its like Christmas. And whats even scarier on Christmas day it will be three years since my nan died!! Now that is CRAZY. Its gone sooo fast. So much has happened this year! But i think all in all its been a good one :). Who knows what 2010 will bring?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do know one thing!! In July 2010 im going to New York for two weeks to do an Acting for Camera course at AADA!! Which will be amazing! Well i hope i go any ways. Im still waiting to see if i've been accepted :). Also im currently doing all my drama school applications. So hopefully by the next post i will have some audition dates. Yipee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah i have new hair!! Here's a picture :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411056220510933090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/Sxfu9qs40GI/AAAAAAAAAFc/TRZX5EDBsMo/s320/twitter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-5079650019210353429?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/5079650019210353429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=5079650019210353429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/5079650019210353429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/5079650019210353429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2009/12/sorry.html' title='Sorry.'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/Sxfu9qs40GI/AAAAAAAAAFc/TRZX5EDBsMo/s72-c/twitter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-2542665208486682345</id><published>2009-09-22T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T11:36:08.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; now started college!! It is mad. They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; call it intensive acting for no reason. Its only day four and we've already been cast in a play, doing our two monologues for drama school, starting on our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lamda&lt;/span&gt; exams. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;. Its all good. Oh and we get to do an assignment over the whole yeah. And get this... I get to BLOG my essays. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; totally amazed. Its going to be the most fantastic thing ever. I wonder if i can ramble in my world as much as i do in real life. All the people on the course are pretty sweet. :). There's a good mix of people so its nice to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mingle&lt;/span&gt; and not be with like the same as my usual lot. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not going to lie. I need to talk to some of the hot guys!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not gonna' let an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; like college guys down! There are some rather dashing ones i must admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt; work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; going too bad either. I had to call in sick for the first time on Saturday. (today now being Tuesday) and i still feel like utter crap. I've got the worst cough in the world! It actually really hurts. And i feel like crying just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt;' i want to get rid of it. It seems to be getting worse not better! Which utterly sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so strange now. Like everyone, all the girls and boys from school and sixth form have all gone there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; ways. All the uni people are moved in and joining carious clans and societies. A few of us are at college. And some people are working!! Its mad to think how much we wished our school days away and laughed when the parents said "they are they best days of your life". I hate to admit it but there true! I mean don't get me wrong college is going to be a wicked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; but its no sixth form! I mean i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know everyone for starters!! And that might sound weird. but its true. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; used to at least knowing who people are. Even if i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; friends with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;everyoneeee&lt;/span&gt;. I could still talk to them. But at college i feel like i would get stabbed talking to some... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt; i shall let you know my progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh one more thing. Im now a brunette. Ahhh. And i love it. For now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-2542665208486682345?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/2542665208486682345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=2542665208486682345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/2542665208486682345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/2542665208486682345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2009/09/wonderful-randomness.html' title='Wonderful Randomness'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-5481936120155868940</id><published>2009-09-11T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T09:39:13.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeez</title><content type='html'>Aha, i just read back my last post. I think i was going through some emotional self &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; crap!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TBH&lt;/span&gt; the new start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; happen. I still eat just as much chocolate, and drink way too much diet coke. But like i said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not fat so i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; see the point. I did go to the gym last week though. Shocker. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Naaa&lt;/span&gt; i will start going more. :) I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start college on Tuesday! :) I'm actually really looking forward to it. Just being able to do some drama again! I've been going crazy not acting. I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; been a bit of a drama queen at home and work to make up for it. But yeah should all be good. Apart from the hour train ride every day. Not looking forward to that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think. :( Ah well. Gives me time to learn lines eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; i want to grow my hair again. :). Or at least get extensions that are the same colour as my now white hair. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;. Or dye it brown? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;. I wonder how many posts i have written mention my hair. aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-5481936120155868940?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/5481936120155868940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=5481936120155868940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/5481936120155868940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/5481936120155868940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2009/09/jeez.html' title='Jeez'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-4690543987354811638</id><published>2009-09-01T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:52:27.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Change</title><content type='html'>Do you ever get that feeling where you just want to be different? Even if its just for a day? Either skinnier, taller, prettier, fatter, funnier, smarter, thicker? What ever it is that you want you be i wish you could just do it when you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've suddenly realised that im not the person that im making out i am. I feel as if i need to change to really become the person i am? I dont think it makes sense... im sort of typing all my thoughts and if they dont make a full sentence then im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want something to come out of my life? I want to be successful. I dont want to be stuck in a dead end job or whatever. And tbh i want to get out of doing things i dont like or i dont want to do sooner rather than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i need to loose weight. No im not fat. But for the field im interested in [Acting and what not] you need to feel confident in who you are. And im not feeling that at the moment. I've put on so much weight since quitting gymnastics and its only just hit me. Its coz' im lazy i know that. But change has to start somewhere eh. :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the new me starts tomorrow!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-4690543987354811638?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/4690543987354811638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=4690543987354811638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/4690543987354811638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/4690543987354811638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-change.html' title='Life Change'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-5843388724928703507</id><published>2009-08-26T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T10:32:35.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are the simpsons yellow?</title><content type='html'>So im sitting in the front room watching the Simpsons. And its brought me to the question. Why are they yellow? Coz there a "normal" family in the sense that they are like mum dad and kids. Whatever. But then why are they yellow?! There really isnt a need for them to be is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see "I love you Beth Cooper" last night! What a jolly good film. I haven't laughed that much at a film in a while now. :). But i was rather peeped off coz my student card has ran out so i had to pay sodding adult prices!! What a rip off that was. Seven pound or something like that. I can but a Nandos for that much!! wow. But yeah it was a good film. But like all films lately it just made me think arghhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz nothing ever ever ever happens like they do in films. Can anyone actually own up and say "im a not so pretty girl yet i got the hunk of the school to fall madly in love with me then at prom i turned out to be a real stunning girl"... Guys cumon. It doesn't happen does it?! And i will happily write a retraction if people actually have proof that this happens. :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just got me thinking about everything and really makes you think MEH. Especially when everyone around you has boyrfriends or girlfriends and are all loved up and your just like dum di dum dum dum. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being eighteen totally kicks arse! :). Woo. I love being able to just go into Tesco or whatever and buy alcohol. I got so so so drunk on Saturday! But it was amazing. I only managed to spend £4!! the advantages of being a girl eh ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i think i better go take a nap now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-5843388724928703507?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/5843388724928703507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=5843388724928703507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/5843388724928703507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/5843388724928703507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-are-simpsons-yellow.html' title='Why are the simpsons yellow?'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-5737689487603141540</id><published>2009-08-18T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T09:20:20.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lappy Top!</title><content type='html'>Well Well Well. The first update on my brand new shiny red laptop! Woo! :). So it was my eighteenth birthday yesterday!! Finally it arrived. It feels as if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been waiting. So yeah. After a day with the girls baking cakes and being wrapped up in clingfilm and being pushed to the ground!! Then trying to get back up... (yeah it was actually very funny...) Then we went out for a meal with the family. Twas really good. :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its weird being old enough to drink now.. And get this i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; even get asked for ID! Damn! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. But going into town for the first time tonight. Should be a laugh. :). Lets just hope i survive in my new killer heels! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; updated in a while... but not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; has really happened... Been working rather &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. But hey its gonna be all good when pay day comes. :). But apart from that not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; else... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; have more to write about once &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; been out a few times. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-5737689487603141540?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/5737689487603141540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=5737689487603141540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/5737689487603141540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/5737689487603141540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2009/08/lappy-top.html' title='Lappy Top!'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-8063754943500822863</id><published>2009-08-08T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T15:08:49.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight days and counting...</title><content type='html'>Ahh its been a while. I don't really know why i haven't updated. TBH haven't had the time. Work has been manic. I've worked probably more in the last two weeks than i have in my life! Well that's a lie but you get the point right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah works going pretty sweet. I like it. :) Looking forward to pay day! Which leads me onto the next thing im looking forward too. Yes the much anticipated eighteenth birthday! Ahh actually can't wait now. I'm just looking forward to being able to go out and legally get drunk, not having to be in by like one and just ahhh just being 18. It makes you an adult right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see that "Ugly Truth" tonight. I'll tell you what.. Most DEPRESSING film if you are A, single... B, Single or C, Just a girl in general. It makes you aww, makes you want to scream at the screen and it makes you wonder where the HELL are these guys? They must all be stuck in the cinema screens coz they sure as hell aren't where i've been looking. Argh it makes you want to come home. Drink by yourself and stay in bed for days... Or the complete opposite hit the gym and try and look half as good as the girls on screen who are always stick thin, perfect skin and long nice hair that looks good first thing in the morning when they wake up with a hangover... Which btw they STILL look good. Ahh. Films. Who invented them eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i think thats my rant all over for the day... I'll try and update more. So enough about me. How are you all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-8063754943500822863?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/8063754943500822863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=8063754943500822863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/8063754943500822863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/8063754943500822863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2009/08/eight-days-and-counting.html' title='Eight days and counting...'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-772570410903259162</id><published>2009-07-24T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T06:36:18.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the working world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So time for an update... Today is Friday. Okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started work on Wednesday. Half two till eleven. Ahhh. Its wicked. I mean don't get me wrong i like it. But its soo different from my last lifeguard job. Like i dont just have to sit there and watch the pool. I have to do all sorts of like science experiments. Okay not really. But i have to test the PH and the chlorine in the water. I don't even know what PH means!! haha. So yeah i think on my first shift on my own... Im screwwwed! :). But got another training one on.. Monday. And early. 6 in the god damn morning!! Any one feel sorry for me??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooo going to Elstree Studios again today. Watching the good old Big Brother eviction.. Although tonight isn't an eviction because that knob Kennith walked the other day. So BB has *quote* "something up his sleeve!" meh. Hoping its exciting. :). But even if its not i get to see Davina. Woop. :].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oooo got tickets to go and see Daniel Merriweather today! Cannot effing wait. I think i actually love him a bit. And the tickets were only £13.50! that's like daylight robbery... On my behalf.. Or theres i dont really get what I'm trying to say. But hell its cheap! :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh another person i am in love with... Ron Weasley. Okay. I'm not going crazy right has anyone else noticed how hot he's got. (Rupert) if we're on first name terms... In fact i think a picture is needed here! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362019784382131842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/Smm4la62roI/AAAAAAAAADA/jgB55BSPheU/s320/Ron.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See what i mean though!! Fwar! Thats one ginger i certainly would! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-772570410903259162?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/772570410903259162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=772570410903259162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/772570410903259162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/772570410903259162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-to-working-world.html' title='Back to the working world.'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/Smm4la62roI/AAAAAAAAADA/jgB55BSPheU/s72-c/Ron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-1184395791138749875</id><published>2009-07-20T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:41:59.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AHH!</title><content type='html'>Okay six girls... Four night in a caravan shouldn't be that hard to organise right? WRONG! there are sooo many choices.. Do we want Butlins, Pontins, Haven or some unknown places like church farm (although if your giving me points for technicality that is a Haven). But they are all so freaking expensive. So i start to look at one in Selsea.. near the dearest granddad... But then people will moan there is nothing to do? So do we shed out nearly enough for a week in Zante to go to Butlins for four night just so we might catch a glimpse of George Sampson in the evening entertainment? Or do we go for the cheap option take alot of alcohol and make our own entertainment? &lt;div&gt;Any one who has an easy option or a solution to this problem. Your words would be very helpful. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my last cervical cancer jab today. Was splendid... Although now i have a dead arm. And whilst i was there i got offered a home chlamydia test! Wow. What you can do at home these days is amazing. :). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully.. Am going to see the new Harry Potter film today. After about a week of waiting! I can't wait to see Ron and his grown up sexy gingerness! Wrong? Meh he's hot right? And another thing that's going well.. I've officially been a vegetarian for a week now. I'm proud of myself.. Its not actually that hard.. although my mum did make me some fish last night.. (baring in mind i HATE fish) and i was nearly sick! Woo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-1184395791138749875?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/1184395791138749875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=1184395791138749875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/1184395791138749875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/1184395791138749875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2009/07/ahh.html' title='AHH!'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-2790842263650563469</id><published>2009-07-16T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:24:20.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerching!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now being an official Virgin Active Lifeguard. ;) I worked it out on the way home from my interview. Quids in! hell yeah. August is actually going to rock... money wise any way. Lets just hope we actually get the caravan holiday/my birthday antics sorted in time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupidest thing. Butlins refuse to take a group of 7 girls ages 17/18 on there "family deals" yet they are quite happy to actually do under 30's trips... Hello? Whats the difference? Its all rather stupid really. So yeah. Butlins will not be getting our custom... Slesea here we come. Or Zante.. Coz i looked on Last Minute.com and there was a holiday a week self catering.. for £209... which i thought was pretty decent. don't you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually nothing to do in Crawley i've decided. I know i moan about it all the time. But its true! If they thought of things to build... rather than houses. It would actually be a pretty decent place to live. Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oooo me being so cool as well managed to get pictures *cough* print screen of me on BBLB. 8-) Nerd much? &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/Sl9EHq6piyI/AAAAAAAAACg/TwG8f8beTwQ/s1600-h/BBLB4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359076980164234018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/Sl9EHq6piyI/AAAAAAAAACg/TwG8f8beTwQ/s320/BBLB4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes this one &gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is on the wonderful HOT George Lamb.. and some random dude making medieval sausages. Eww. And then i am the on behind the girl (Chantelle) in the white on Georges left. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/Sl9EpQ98avI/AAAAAAAAACo/rHQm7viF2rM/s1600-h/BBLB8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359077557314284274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/Sl9EpQ98avI/AAAAAAAAACo/rHQm7viF2rM/s320/BBLB8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a picture of the gang. (back row) just as &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/Sl9E-CuNLTI/AAAAAAAAACw/0wdXHOSQcQ4/s1600-h/BBLB10.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the show was finishing. :( Good times...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note to self... Uploading pictures on Blogger is too complicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-2790842263650563469?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/2790842263650563469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=2790842263650563469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/2790842263650563469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/2790842263650563469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2009/07/kerching.html' title='Kerching!'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/Sl9EHq6piyI/AAAAAAAAACg/TwG8f8beTwQ/s72-c/BBLB4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-2705509580909576049</id><published>2009-07-15T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T15:26:51.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen Deep.</title><content type='html'>Wow so adding a picture to the top of my blog makes it look oh so more attractive. ;) If only more people actually read it. I would love to become one of those millionaire people who just write about themselves and people are actually interested... Yet again i think that is called being a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;celebrity&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So err. Yeah judging my the title.. things on my mind? Not really sort of. I don't really know. Its the same situation &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; found myself in for the past 17 years.. i know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; my whole life. But &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; one confused kid. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Naa&lt;/span&gt; everything is actually pretty sweet at the moment. Friends are wicked. People are happy. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; tanned and have an awesome summer to look forward too. Just got a job as a lifeguard at Virgin Active. So roll on the cash flow! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;. I'm super excited about being able to get a cinema card. Sad right. But just think how much money it will save me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters keeper. Saddest film? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not really sure if it beats Marley and Me. But it is one tear &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jerker&lt;/span&gt; i must admit. It really does put everything into perspective and makes you remember &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of things that.. maybe you don't want to remember. But then again it does make you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt; for the friends and family you have around you. :). Then the Hangover &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haaa&lt;/span&gt;. That just makes you want to get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; fucked in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Vegas&lt;/span&gt;. Who's game? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;waheyy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting my new manager tomorrow ;) should be exciting. Then we will find out when i start. Hurrah! Bed time me thinks. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-2705509580909576049?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/2705509580909576049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=2705509580909576049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/2705509580909576049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/2705509580909576049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2009/07/fallen-deep.html' title='Fallen Deep.'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-767452381592880381</id><published>2009-07-14T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T05:34:35.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jolly Ol' England.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt; so holiday is over! Tunisia! What a country. It was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; freaking hot. And what i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know was. Its in Africa. So wow. I've been to Africa now. Check that off my list of places. It was such a good holiday though. So relaxed, alcohol, the sun, new people, being with one of my best friends. But i am kinda glad to be home. You miss your home comforts &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; you. Like your own bed, own toilet (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;), i missed the rest of my friends and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nandos&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt; how i missed thee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for an interview in a minute. I just have time to update the old blogger before i go. Its at Virgin active again. The job i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; get a couple of months ago. They rang me this morning and said they have a lifeguard position available. So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wahey&lt;/span&gt; hopefully i will no longer be a unemployed bum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; really hoping this summer is good. My birthday is in a month and... three days. Canny wait! i need to start planning. I'm thinking hitting the clubs in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Brighton&lt;/span&gt;! its the way forward eh. :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH one more thing. As of yesterday &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Nicolle&lt;/span&gt; is now a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vegetarian&lt;/span&gt;! :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-767452381592880381?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/767452381592880381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=767452381592880381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/767452381592880381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/767452381592880381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2009/07/jolly-ol-england.html' title='Jolly Ol&apos; England.'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-6903084762889395052</id><published>2009-06-25T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T08:44:04.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The adventures of Diet Coke.</title><content type='html'>Your meant to put a title on your blogs right? So why not make up a complete and utter random one to catch the attention of all those online Bloggers out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Yesterday. Wow that was pretty awesome. Okay. Got tickets to go and watch BBLB in London. It was so amazingly amazing. All started on the train journey up there. Kings Cross station who do we bump into (not literally) none other than the HOTT Freddie from skins! OH EM GEE. He is just one pure sexy person. And i was standing so close to him. Like super close i could have licked him... But i may have got arrested for that. He was chatting away on his mobile telephone though so we didn't ask him for a picture! Dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the BBLB studio's was mucho fun too. We got talking to a group of lads from London. And in all honesty. If i was to bump into them on a street i would be scared! But they were actually so nice. Which taught me you should never judge. :). Well we couldn't take any photos inside the studio. But we met the once again very sexy George Lamb. Fwarr! He was nice. :). And some dude from The Office. But i didnt really know who he was. haha. If you watch yesterdays BBLB on replay... Im the one in the Coral Lepard Print top. Wahey. Famous much. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-6903084762889395052?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/6903084762889395052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=6903084762889395052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/6903084762889395052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/6903084762889395052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2009/06/adventures-of-diet-coke.html' title='The adventures of Diet Coke.'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-4550571958148020448</id><published>2009-06-22T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T06:39:33.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up.</title><content type='html'>Well well well.&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to all those Internet bloggers who expect an update more often. But i always forget about this. Even though i love to write. So update central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into College. Wahey. :). So I'm thinking yay. New start, away from the "system" of sixth form. Which i cannot be more happy about that im no longer part of. Gah. They have come up with some utter shite for next year. Sorry but good luck everyone. So yeah im thinking about getting myself some accommodation down in Chichester. Which would be great. If i had four grand to spend! Four grand for a shitty room, it would be fine. If i could get a loan. But because its only a years college course i dont really want to blow my student loan on that. Meh. So long story short. Im gonna' have to commute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this week is actually going to be rather exciting i must admit. Wednesday im going to London to watch BBLB. So keep your eyes peeled. ;), Friday im going to stay at my lovely friend Sian's and watch her college production of Rent. (omg note to self talk about Rent). Then on Saturday its her eighteenth party. Woo. Then Sunday arrives and we're flying to the land of Tunisia for a two week all inclusive holiday. Bring on the tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Rent!! Oh my. A local theatre company just did a production of it. And wow! It was the most amazing thing i've ever seen i think. Not only coz i love the show any way. Just the people in it were amazing (and hot) but im not going there. aha. But wow. That seriously deserves a mention in this oh so popular blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from not having a job, which means lack of funds to go out. This summer is starting to be very good. :). And one final note... 55 Days till the big 18 birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-4550571958148020448?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/4550571958148020448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=4550571958148020448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/4550571958148020448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/4550571958148020448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2009/06/catch-up.html' title='Catch up.'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-6695643506271822022</id><published>2009-04-27T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:02:25.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the joy of public transport.</title><content type='html'>In one day i don't think it is possible to fit any more in if i tried. After a weekend of doing nothing.. well nothing consists of reading a bit of Harry Potter in the garden with a pot of baby oil to help the tan come along... and rehearsals. (no change there then)&lt;br /&gt;Well Monday morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shittilly&lt;/span&gt; comes along with its rain and general crap weather. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Grr&lt;/span&gt;. Any who. Went to school. In the morning. Normal time. Which utterly sucks considering the system &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; make you go in for tutor on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; morning.. Yet this seems to be the only day my lessons start at 9! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Grr&lt;/span&gt; once again.&lt;br /&gt;Well lessons. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bada&lt;/span&gt; Bing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bada&lt;/span&gt; Boom. Same old really. Then i had to venture into town to get the good old invention of the train. (which F.Y.I i hate). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; know why. Just hate them... To Go to an interview for college. Which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not going to bore you with the details of... But it went well. And i find out within the week. All fingers, toes and anything else possible for you contortionists out there crossed. :).&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. Train home... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;NOOO&lt;/span&gt;. Some selfish bastard decided to jump &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of a train, and make all the trains going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Crawley&lt;/span&gt;.. CANCELLED. Oh the joy of public transport. (hence the name today ;)) But yeah. Bus to a shitty other station which we then had to get a train.&lt;br /&gt;To make things better. I missed 90210... so i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what happened to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ethan&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Britain's&lt;/span&gt; next top model. So i cant give you online &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Bloggers&lt;/span&gt; any tips. MY BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-6695643506271822022?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/6695643506271822022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=6695643506271822022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/6695643506271822022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/6695643506271822022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-joy-of-public-transport.html' title='Oh the joy of public transport.'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-1196286751442012369</id><published>2009-04-24T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T15:56:25.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just a four letter word.</title><content type='html'>Long time no speak, i hear you all say. That's if any one really reads this. Or am i just using it as a simple way of expressing my inner thoughts and feelings to the world wide web with no intention of knowing what people think of it... I think that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again the computer has been broken, this explains my lack of updates. But too be quite honest not a lot has happened in the last however long its been. I got my hair cut. That was the most exciting thing to happen. Yep. I went short. Which has now grown i think a reasonable amount in such a short time. I think i like it.. Still indecisive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to continue my on going rant about the fact that i hate sixth form. Its not that i dont like it.. well it is but hey. Its just the whole system and the way in which its ran. Having people higher than you. Such as head boy or girl.. Im sorry but there the same status as me. Who gives them the right to think there one of the people that can tell us what to do.. I just dont understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my college interview on Monday. Chichester here i come. woop. Hope i get in. Other wise i think i'll be joining Jo in America for longer than she expects. :(. Dontttt goooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any how. I think i just saw a shooting star.. Im going to try and find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-1196286751442012369?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/1196286751442012369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=1196286751442012369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/1196286751442012369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/1196286751442012369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-just-four-letter-word.html' title='It&apos;s just a four letter word.'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-3364244898866123371</id><published>2009-03-31T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:53:57.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the start.</title><content type='html'>Don't you just hate it when your stuck in a predicament?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally unsure of whether to get my hair cut really short. As in a mix between Sarah Harding and Frankie from the Saturdays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that funny. When people refere to real life situations with the name of a celebrity. Its not like we do it to normal people. Because im sure no one would have a clue who i was talking about if i said i wanted to get my hair cut like Jessica... (random name inserted here) :]. So yeah thats the problem of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally had enough of Sixth form now. Im actually counting down the days till we leave. Hmm let me see... I recon there are about 40 days left. Until study leave. Because im not too sure what date we actually break up on. So this is a random estimation. (Y).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my performing arts performance tomorrow morning. Which results in me waking up at six o'clock so i get to school for eight. How much of a mission is that. But hey ho. Life is a bitch like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ways old chum. I'm off to resolve the problems in the middle east... Or something along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-3364244898866123371?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/3364244898866123371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=3364244898866123371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/3364244898866123371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/3364244898866123371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-start.html' title='Back to the start.'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-2439811104631394489</id><published>2009-03-30T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T12:50:32.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Old, Same Old.</title><content type='html'>Its getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;slightly&lt;/span&gt; tedious now. Sixth form. The same routine. The computer and the lack of cash flow. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;enjoying&lt;/span&gt; it. The only thing i am enjoying at the moment are the shows &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; doing, God knows what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; going to be like when there all over. This is another reason why i need my big break. So if any one's interested. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Holla&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever get that feeling that you were born into the wrong time period or born with some kind of super power? No i don't either. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; thinking that would be kind of awesome. Super power. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;. What would i have? I think it would be the power to read people's minds. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; had one of those days where i can tell some people are thinking "what a twat" or what not about me. And i would just love to hear what they are really thinking. Ever get that feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and moan about everything that has pissed me off today but at the end of the day. There are bigger problems in the world. So i will save you all time and with that hopefully i would have saved a whale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-2439811104631394489?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/2439811104631394489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=2439811104631394489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/2439811104631394489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/2439811104631394489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2009/03/same-old-same-old.html' title='Same Old, Same Old.'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-1941513903350023436</id><published>2009-03-29T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:17:16.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Buzz</title><content type='html'>I would just like to take this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to say what an amazing time i had doing Annie. The show this week was a complete hit. Standing Ovations two nights in a row. Its mad. You get a real buzz when she see an emotional audience all up on there feet. So many proud faces staring back at you. It just made me realise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; where i am meant to be. On stage. You forget about everything else &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; going on around you. Any problems you have you forget everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disappears&lt;/span&gt; for that moment your performing and you get transported into other worlds.&lt;br /&gt;Total cheese right. :). Well its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next show is Saucy Jack and the Space Vixens. And that is where we really do get transported to other worlds. Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;outer&lt;/span&gt; space for this one.. in the future. With very revealing costumes and a name like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Penelope&lt;/span&gt; Poison Pussy. Yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not a typing error. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. It should be one fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else to update &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt; land on really? Apart from i now have a bit of pink in my hair and a burnt thumb... Damn those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;straighteners&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;grr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-1941513903350023436?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/1941513903350023436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=1941513903350023436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/1941513903350023436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/1941513903350023436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2009/03/buzz.html' title='The Buzz'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-9098310240250851851</id><published>2009-03-25T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T06:18:54.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/Scou35PUCHI/AAAAAAAAABA/qNklVJTDM18/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317113847857023090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/Scou35PUCHI/AAAAAAAAABA/qNklVJTDM18/s320/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow how time flys when you don't have a computer. Or you forget you have a blog to keep updated. Well the last post spoke about auditions for Grease... Okay going from there. I was cast as Jan. What an amazing six months that was. From the rehearsals to going to see Grease in London to the actual performance. It was all amazing. and i loved every minute of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Annie. Well Opening night is tonight funilly enough. So yeah. I got a part in that. Reppin' the Boylan sisters. :). Im pretty nervous about that because its more or less a solo, and singing isnt one of my strongest areas confidence wise. But i must admit i have got alot better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to see the x-factor tour a couple of weeks ago. I am in love with Eoghan Quigg, and i mean what girl in there right mind wouldnt be. He's irish and adorable. Its just the ideal package. Oh and he can sing. Duh. I'll share an image with you all just so you can all be jelous if you didnt see him. :). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any ways. Im off to the old show now :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-9098310240250851851?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/9098310240250851851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=9098310240250851851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/9098310240250851851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/9098310240250851851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2009/03/return.html' title='The Return.'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/Scou35PUCHI/AAAAAAAAABA/qNklVJTDM18/s72-c/23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-186439176609994069</id><published>2008-09-23T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T03:01:14.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grease is the word.</title><content type='html'>okay i think its about time i updated this other wise a certain DK might have a little fit.&lt;br /&gt;back to sixth form. wow. the work load is crazy. people said year 13 was harder. yeah they weren't lying.&lt;br /&gt;wow. had the Grease auditions yesterday. im actually still buzzing. its amazing. lol. they made us sing. about 4 different Grease songs. then they did it x-factor style and sent some people away. :O which i was shocked that some people went. But thats show business. ;) (i dont know how to spell that. lol) Yeah so i got told to stay along with the likes of Kiera and Dixie. and then we sang again. and we could go. :)&lt;br /&gt;I think we find out the cast list tomorrow. How exciting. Then sometime soon i have an audition for Annie mate (Y). not actually Annie. unfortunately i wish i could. lol. and within all of this i still have to fit in Lion the witch and the wardrobe rehearsals. oh and my a levels. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;Life's pretty sweet atm. Yeah im still skint but im doing my lifeguard course soon so ill be in the monies. :) woop.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-186439176609994069?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/186439176609994069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=186439176609994069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/186439176609994069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/186439176609994069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2008/09/grease-is-word.html' title='Grease is the word.'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-1253155694800700792</id><published>2008-09-17T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:02:30.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angered.</title><content type='html'>Actual. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;there are some bastards in this world.&lt;br /&gt;why the fuck would you want to steal a phone. Propa nice people in Crawley err at Bennett. yeah as you can tell im pissed off. :(&lt;br /&gt;and then everything else happens that shouldnt even be that bad makes me feel even more annoyed. :(&lt;br /&gt;i think i need a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-1253155694800700792?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/1253155694800700792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=1253155694800700792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/1253155694800700792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/1253155694800700792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2008/09/angered.html' title='Angered.'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-4776189184640961289</id><published>2008-09-08T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T12:37:21.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to normal.</title><content type='html'>first day back at "college". i say college with inverted comers because i suppose that's what sixth form is right? and it sounds so childish to say school. hmm. so yeah, started off by finding out im not going to be able to take psycology this year, after i brought a note pad for it and everything. grr, stupid clashes. ah well. theatre, production and photography should be a laugh. first three lessons i had free. cor what a boring three hours that was. but i shouldn't complain as i have none tomorrow. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;ive already decided what i want for Christmas... is that a bad thing? my parents have decided that me and my brother are only allowed to spend £20 on each of them and only buy them useful presents. pretty cool idea, but ideas would be helpful.&lt;br /&gt;wow this weekend should be pretty fun i must admit. im going to London on Saturday for a cruise thing with my papas work. free food, free drink. should be pretty darn fun. i might pick up one of them i heart London tee's. (Y). Then Saturday night is my jolly good friends [hannah and emma] dancing show. :) which always is a super evening out so yeah. well its not just theire show but there the people im going to be watching the most. get on my dancing shoes. good times ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-4776189184640961289?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/4776189184640961289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=4776189184640961289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/4776189184640961289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/4776189184640961289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-to-normal.html' title='Back to normal.'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-3923513920334249577</id><published>2008-09-05T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:32:39.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home "sweet" home.</title><content type='html'>what a week. in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Forrest&lt;/span&gt;, riding bikes, being hoisted up trees, getting lost in the rain, riding around the outskirts of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Forrest&lt;/span&gt; trying to get back in for an hour, catching one fish, playing mini golf, winning the pool tournament, bruising my whole body on the rapids, talking to random people, pink shirt boy, crying boy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soulja&lt;/span&gt; boy kid, swimming pool man, shorts guys, wine man, hardcore ravers, wanna be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ginge&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;skets&lt;/span&gt;, drug dealers and numerous other names i had for people. i still have the bruises, i have still yet to wash the smell of chlorine off me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; still waiting to see all the pictures. all in all. i would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; center &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;parcs&lt;/span&gt; very much so.&lt;br /&gt;after the short time away i cant help but think even more about how i don't want to be here? as we drove back into not so sunny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;crawley&lt;/span&gt;, we drove past k2, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;drove&lt;/span&gt; through town, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; the cinema, oh look its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;TGI's&lt;/span&gt;. Wow. oh the sarcasm. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;realised&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; so much more out there and i think people who stay in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;crawley&lt;/span&gt; there whole lives, well i just feel kinda sorry for them. i would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; if i was still here in two years time.&lt;br /&gt;i have a new plan, life guard in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;. yes what is it with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt; i here you ask? well i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;tbh&lt;/span&gt;. i must have lived there in some sort of previous life and my spirit is dragging me back to my home land. ha. home land. makes it sound like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; from space. or just the fact its super hot and full of surfer dudes. but either way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; destined to go there.&lt;br /&gt;and then don't even get me started on Canada. but i think i might leave that for a holiday destination. like living in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt; "hey where shall we go on holiday? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; i know Canada". Sweet. lets book it now.&lt;br /&gt;so i say. live life to the full. your not made of glue so why stick around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; how poetic.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-3923513920334249577?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/3923513920334249577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=3923513920334249577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/3923513920334249577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/3923513920334249577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2008/09/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home &quot;sweet&quot; home.'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-662230122037340895</id><published>2008-08-30T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T15:01:22.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Sun!</title><content type='html'>Ah hello sun. Ive forgotten what you looked like until you reunited us with your presence today. shame it was about 2 weeks late eh. Well never mind. i have a nice day sitting in the garden with the old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BBQ&lt;/span&gt;. :) well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; actually had quite a good weekend. Shocker right. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not complaining for once.&lt;br /&gt;Friday. took a road trip to the sunny town of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Brighton&lt;/span&gt;. After chick took about half hour, and chick bumping the car into the wall, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; got parked. so we thought. lunch time. as we were inside the mall we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; be bothered to walk all the way to Subway for lunch. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;quiznos&lt;/span&gt; sub we thought yeah why not. A foot long sub.. okay they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; do them? whats the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;equivalent&lt;/span&gt;? an extra large one... WOW. they are so not the same size. it was the biggest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sandwich&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; ever had. yeah so cute long story short. i brought nothing other than food drink drink food and sweets. :D. Oh my word. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;weirdest&lt;/span&gt; thing though. we was walking through the lanes and we were all saying how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;weired&lt;/span&gt; it would be to see Pete from big brother. As we turn around, not even shitting you about 5 meters away. there he was in all his glory. Yes Lydia screamed. so we stood there for ten minutes decided who would go ask him for the photo, and as we plucked up the courage. he walked off. :(. ah well. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt; him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; lots of pictures there.&lt;br /&gt;oh and me and chick made friends with a nice polite... and rather hot man who worked in this tribal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt; shop. he gave me the card of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;physic&lt;/span&gt; friend, and wrote him a message to get us discount ;). Anyone want to get a reading done road trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Eastborne&lt;/span&gt;. Rock &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;onn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Jo being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt; decides she wants to go into the most creepy looking rock shop kinda thing to find an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;earring&lt;/span&gt;. okay.. we all entered at our own risk of course. and okay it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;freaky&lt;/span&gt; looking but it was only a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;piercing&lt;/span&gt; shop... we thought. then we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ventured&lt;/span&gt; downstairs. nothing could have prepared us for what was to come... (wow i could so write a book) the shelves were filled with mental and glass dildos, GIANT ones at that. and i mean giant. the type that could kill you. And porn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;magazines&lt;/span&gt;. and lube. (Y). nice shops in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Brighton&lt;/span&gt; eh. i thought buy the sodding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;earring&lt;/span&gt; and lets get out. :) Exciting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Wow. a very long day that was, i was looking for a nice relaxed evening of drinking eating sweets and playing buzz. Well. Lets just say that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; going to happen. and it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;. (Y) the excitement continued. but for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt; "legal" reasons. i can't write it all on here. ;)&lt;br /&gt;So that leads us on to today. where i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; came home, had a shower, sat in the garden, diet coke and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; out. and did my HOMEWORK. yes i did homework on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;. and i have a blog. Nerd. I think so.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-662230122037340895?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/662230122037340895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=662230122037340895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/662230122037340895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/662230122037340895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2008/08/welcome-sun.html' title='Welcome Sun!'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-3683729476348358244</id><published>2008-08-28T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T08:14:10.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>illness.</title><content type='html'>bank holidays sure do mess your head up. i keep thinking its a day behind what it actually is. ergh. i don't feel well. :(. i have the worst cold ever and my throat actually feels like its on fire. not a pleasant feeling i must say.&lt;br /&gt;oo my glasses have arrived. I'm going to pick them up after chiropractor tonight. I'm so excited. sad? yes i know. but at least i will be able to see what I'm writing eh. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Friday. that's tomorrow. a road tip to Brighton i think is in order. the sea side capital. is that what it is? hmm. i was thinking. if you live in Brighton... which is a holiday town or city or what ever its called. you wouldn't need to take a holiday because your already living in one. (y) yeah. that's how my mind works.&lt;br /&gt;so that's my plans for Friday. Saturday... hmm? I'm open. any offers?&lt;br /&gt;and then Sunday i must be doing my packing because as of Monday i am off to center parcs. wow. i can hardly contain my excitement. noo. I'm totally kidding. i am looking forward to it. lets just hope I'm feeling better by then. and i think i may need to take out some insurance considering we are doing crazy ass things. like being put inside a ball. and thrown on to a lake.. yeah. I'm quite looking forward to that one.&lt;br /&gt;considering its now quarter past 4 I'm thinking about getting dressed.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-3683729476348358244?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/3683729476348358244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=3683729476348358244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/3683729476348358244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/3683729476348358244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2008/08/illness.html' title='illness.'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-5473522760086117268</id><published>2008-08-24T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T10:04:00.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update.</title><content type='html'>jesus, i havent wrote on this for a while. time to update cyber land of the exciting life that nicolle. :) hmm. i just applied for a christmas temp job at boots. thats how desperate i am. im applying for as much as i can. i want money. i still need to send off for my provisional. but i don't like filling forms out. i still have much summer homework to do. and less than a week to do it all i think. ah. i went to Thorpe park on Friday. wowsa. its so amazing there. i can't even remember the last time i went. i must have been about 8. Stealth. yeah. its all about stealth baby.&lt;br /&gt;wow i was just looking through all my photos from Spain. that seems like so long ago now. it was kinda long ago. April. it is now august. Wow. time flies. It will soon be Christmas you watch. and then it will soon be 2012 and the Olympics will be here. :) that was a really random thing to add. but i must say. this years Olympics will be super hard to beat. it was amazing. The closing ceremony was today and that was amazing. i can't wait to see the crap we pull out the bag. i was saying its just going to be some sort of dance then "welcome to London Brap". naa I'm sure it will be awesome. :D&lt;br /&gt;hmm i don't think i have anything to moan about today?&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-5473522760086117268?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/5473522760086117268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=5473522760086117268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/5473522760086117268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/5473522760086117268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2008/08/update.html' title='update.'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-9171719654429592745</id><published>2008-08-21T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T08:02:37.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh dear.</title><content type='html'>i went to adult gym last night. that was my second time back in about three months. and corr does it still hurt. :( its been... six months since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;crutches&lt;/span&gt; and yet my ankle is still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;swollen&lt;/span&gt; and a little bruised this morning. i do miss it loads though. just being able to say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a gymnast", or "i can do that" when i see it on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; decided &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to take up a new sport. Me and hazel think diving. :). The only thing we're not looking forward to is having to wear swimming costumes. but i suppose whats the difference to leotards eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; doing homework. well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not right this second. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; having a little break. :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wahey&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Thorpe&lt;/span&gt; park tomorrow. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so excited. i was a deprived child you see and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; been since i was about 6. so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;woop&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; get out of bed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; two this after noon. wow. its four o'clock. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; realise that. time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;flys&lt;/span&gt;. when your doing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;. nothing. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; actually asleep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; two. i was watching films and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt;. i do love them.&lt;br /&gt;better get back to the old homework.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-9171719654429592745?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/9171719654429592745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=9171719654429592745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/9171719654429592745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/9171719654429592745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-dear.html' title='oh dear.'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-1964027145562850398</id><published>2008-08-19T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:23:20.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The summer is finally over.</title><content type='html'>Ive come to the conclusion that we have had our summer back in about May. i think the seasons need to be changed. its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a load&lt;/span&gt; of crap. since when is it meant to rain in august? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i got my ear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pierced&lt;/span&gt; again today, the top bit, but kinda lower down. :) oh my god. did it hurt. and it bled so much too. like all over my new Batman top &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;as well&lt;/span&gt;. :( Ah well. Beauty is pain right?&lt;br /&gt;i got all my stationary for school today. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wahey&lt;/span&gt;. i love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;stationary&lt;/span&gt; shopping. but now i just want to use it. Oh. Pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;prit&lt;/span&gt; stick. how totally incredible is that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. yes i brought 4 of them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going with a pink theme, pink glue, pink folder and a pink pad. :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;niceee&lt;/span&gt; eh. all this talk about school brings me back to a recent post where i stated i didn't want to go back. i take that back. i was in a super bad mood and i think i just needed to write it all down to try and get it off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;i certainly don't hate anyone, and bitching. well what do you expect. everyone does it. i can't say i don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; that would be a lie. but i do really want to just go to drama school. but yeah. to any one who i upset or what ever. i do apologise.&lt;br /&gt;corr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; be no good in the army. i hate conflict. id try and make peace with everyone and probably end up getting myself killed in the process. :(&lt;br /&gt;oh dear. the ear is bleeding again.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-1964027145562850398?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/1964027145562850398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=1964027145562850398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/1964027145562850398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/1964027145562850398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-is-finally-over.html' title='The summer is finally over.'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-9157532947424249244</id><published>2008-08-18T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T10:23:20.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>okay...</title><content type='html'>I one hundred percent can't be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;assed&lt;/span&gt; with school any more. or most of the people in it. its pathetic, people cause arguments over the most petty crap. like not being invited places. when there's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;group&lt;/span&gt; of 16 girls. how the hell is it possible to invite EVERYONE to one persons little house all the effing time? Do i live in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mansion&lt;/span&gt;? NO. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think i do. am i made of money to buy food and drink NO i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think i am. so i don't see why people get in moods when a small group of people want to hang out. its not like they don't do it too.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to have to deal with another year of bitching, attempted relationships and work. i just want to get on with it. i don't want to go to uni. i want to get into drama school. move away from shitty C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;rawley&lt;/span&gt; and grow up. like most of us should have done already.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-9157532947424249244?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/9157532947424249244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=9157532947424249244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/9157532947424249244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/9157532947424249244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2008/08/okay.html' title='okay...'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-8780771598906543024</id><published>2008-08-17T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T16:01:02.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have nothing better to do...</title><content type='html'>I have nothing better to do in the remaining hours of my 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday than to sit at my computer and write to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt; land. I just returned from the cinema after viewing batman for the second time. its taken me about a month to pluck up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;courage&lt;/span&gt; to go and see it, due to the fact it is filled with my number one hate, clowns. but i put on a brave face and i actually quite enjoyed it. looking through the jokers make-up and realising it was only Heath Ledger it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; as scary. his whole performance was incredible, the biggest shame that he died because he will most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;defiantly&lt;/span&gt; get an Oscar for that bad boy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; and i saw at the cinema that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; a new film with Leo DiCaprio in, i will most certainly be going to see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to get my ear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pierced&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow, not the normal ear place and not at the top either. the space &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt;. totally sounds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;looks&lt;/span&gt; super cool.&lt;br /&gt;My obsession with Bridget &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Jones's&lt;/span&gt; diary continues and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt; i think i may start writing one. Or i might just carry on with this seeing as no one really reads it so who cares if i write my deepest thoughts and feeling right?&lt;br /&gt;I've decided &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; moving on with him. If you know me you will know who. if you don't then you're best not knowing. He's no good and he just makes me unhappy. (sometimes) i say all this now. Wait &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; we go back to sixth form then it will be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; new story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Meh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-8780771598906543024?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/8780771598906543024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=8780771598906543024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/8780771598906543024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/8780771598906543024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-nothing-better-to-do.html' title='I have nothing better to do...'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-9180386400439285205</id><published>2008-08-17T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T09:58:13.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; another birthday. another year older. what can i do differently this year? oh. i can drive baby. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;woop&lt;/span&gt;. its kinda scary when you think about it. me on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;roads&lt;/span&gt;. me driving, risking peoples safety. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;woah&lt;/span&gt;. i have warned you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; having a pretty boring day i must say, my cakes sitting on the table but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not aloud to eat it before dinner. gayness. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; trying to organise a trip to the cinema for this fine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; evening. i love it when my friends have no money. :) oh i am too sarcastic for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; do too bad on the present front mind, i got £210, 10 driving lessons, provisional, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;plimsolls&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dvds&lt;/span&gt;, top, money box . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;errrm&lt;/span&gt; key ring and £30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;topshop&lt;/span&gt; voucher. nice little pile of things there if i do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;i want to go shopping in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Brighton&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow. :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;who's&lt;/span&gt; game?&lt;br /&gt;any way i must dash. i think dinner is ready.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-9180386400439285205?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/9180386400439285205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=9180386400439285205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/9180386400439285205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/9180386400439285205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy birthday to me.'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-8588804546513843315</id><published>2008-08-15T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T08:30:24.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The time is 16.24</title><content type='html'>my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hannah&lt;/span&gt; is the best thing since sliced bread. at this current moment she is painting my nails. exam results. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;? do you really want to know? E in Media, D in Art, C in performing arts and C in Theatre. i was kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; with the C's. Even know i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be but hey ho.&lt;br /&gt;its my birthday on Sunday. :) Going out for a meal tonight with the lovely friends. stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; weather means having to postpone the party until further notice. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i found out today, in center &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;parcs&lt;/span&gt; you have to cycle everywhere!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not a holiday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna come home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;anorexic&lt;/span&gt; with a painful bum bum. ha. cant wait to see my mum on a bike. (y).&lt;br /&gt;well i guess i must go only have an hour and a half to get ready. oops.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-8588804546513843315?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/8588804546513843315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=8588804546513843315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/8588804546513843315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/8588804546513843315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-is-1624.html' title='The time is 16.24'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-3432089511113438590</id><published>2008-08-14T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T01:33:43.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The time is 09.33</title><content type='html'>Sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i get my results in less than half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;i am 100% shitting myself.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-3432089511113438590?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/3432089511113438590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=3432089511113438590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/3432089511113438590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/3432089511113438590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-is-0933.html' title='The time is 09.33'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-4482857192458730555</id><published>2008-08-13T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T06:41:23.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The time is 14.35</title><content type='html'>a very lazy start to the day that was, got up at half twelve and after a couple of hours of farting around i am finally washed and dressed and ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;my AS results come out tomorrow. okay now i think i am scared. I've decided I'm going to take singing lessons. :) i don't want to live in england any more, the weathers just too horrible. i think Australia or New York... hmm actually i don't think id like to live in NY it seems too busy. Ah we shall find that out when i go in November. (y)&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to centre parcs soon. wahey. i mean if your gonna go on holiday might as well make it an awesome place like that. Wow. sense the sarcasm. well i think it will be okay. Mini PGL style. and I'm not on my own. my jolly good friend Jazz is coming with me.&lt;br /&gt;Olympics. Team GB now have 7 gold medals. i don't know why i wrote that. i just heard it on the tv. ha. we really aren't a good country when it comes to sport. i mean the British gymnasts. we couldn't even qualify for the team finals. haa. ah well. I'm sure Beth will do us proud on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;well I'm off to find the end of the rainbow now.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-4482857192458730555?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/4482857192458730555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=4482857192458730555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/4482857192458730555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/4482857192458730555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-is-1435.html' title='The time is 14.35'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829899540856440002.post-5061761150836623641</id><published>2008-08-12T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T15:22:36.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The time is 23.20</title><content type='html'>On this wonderful so called summer's evening, i am sitting in front of my computer. bored out my head. wondering where the sun has disappeared to, and what i am going to do tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i get my AS results in two days. and to be perfectly honest. I'm rather scared. i don't think i realised how important this stage of my life was... until i began to plan the next stage.&lt;br /&gt;its scary how fast we grow up.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829899540856440002-5061761150836623641?l=newromanticways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/feeds/5061761150836623641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6829899540856440002&amp;postID=5061761150836623641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/5061761150836623641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829899540856440002/posts/default/5061761150836623641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newromanticways.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-is-2320.html' title='The time is 23.20'/><author><name>NewRomanticWays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419243355122043478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCLoqeJurf8/TFcVvvEw34I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFaTh37AFaI/S220/SAM_2260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
