<?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-2644383166338118798</id><updated>2011-07-30T11:04:45.776-07:00</updated><category term='jokes'/><category term='Hair'/><category term='Scary'/><category term='brain tumor'/><category term='Penut butter'/><category term='weirdos'/><category term='sex god'/><category term='beach'/><category term='doctors'/><category term='computer'/><category term='Holly'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Trampoline'/><category term='Poorly'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='annoying people'/><category term='My First Post'/><category term='hospital'/><category term='Annoying kids'/><title type='text'>My Mad Life</title><subtitle type='html'>This is just a blog of my daily mad rantings. What I get up to and what-not. Just be warned I'm told I'm clinicaly insane</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zoethestar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653201522870352050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SnlAPwWl-eI/AAAAAAAAADU/BPMyxueGlHM/S220/100_0724.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644383166338118798.post-1108276239667749213</id><published>2009-08-04T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:58:49.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Me again</title><content type='html'>Hey&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven't blogged in forever, sorry :) Lots of smileys make up for it? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anyhoo&lt;/span&gt; not much has happened lately, went to cornwall last week avec Ella, twas fun but the weather was shiz, except for a couple of days sunshine where I got burnt. God does not like me, maybe I have done something to anger him. Hmmmmmmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I'm just about to go watch South Park, (sorry, :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out my new blog:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://confessionsofawannaberockchick.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://confessionsofawannaberockchick.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye, Bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644383166338118798-1108276239667749213?l=thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/1108276239667749213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/1108276239667749213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-me-again.html' title='It&apos;s Me again'/><author><name>zoethestar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653201522870352050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SnlAPwWl-eI/AAAAAAAAADU/BPMyxueGlHM/S220/100_0724.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644383166338118798.post-1521088943493961862</id><published>2009-07-20T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:35:50.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Monday 20th July 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;5:30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Location: My dining room, currently rocking out to Atreyu, listening to Architects - Early Grave, looking forward to tomorrow, have just been on Facebook, what I'm doing after this post: going to read The Other Boleyn Girl, eating: Pom-bears, what I want most right now: more food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Sorry about not blogging in ages, I'm so crap at that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Its been fun recently, kinda crazy. But at the mo its great, cause I break up tomorrow, yay!!!!!      Saturday, my mum  had a birthday party, I invited some friends, it was OK for a bit but then it kinda went a bit downhill, mainly cause I wasn't drunk, but some other crappy stuff happened, but I won't be boring and go through it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Yesterday I saw the Harry Potter movie, it was OK, really funny in some places, but they changed it a bit and the ending was crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; Today I had the day off school cause I had to go to hospital, that was fun, apparently I'm 161cm tall :O,  3 centimetres shorter than I thought!!!! My doctor my enormous, like a giant!!!! A very very tall man, he must scare children. He had really big hands as well. And he kept on saying "magic" like after he took my blood pressure, and after he made me walk around, and listened to my heartbeat. GOD!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; It was okay really, I have nothing wrong with me. And I got to spend time with my mum. WE had lunch and went shopping, so YAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Word of the Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;“gummy”- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;A boy that’s jaw-dropping gorge but is so dim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Fact of the Day: Louis IV of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; had a stomach the size of two regular stomachs.          *cough* fatboy *cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Video of the day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hl3kmqjtk-0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hl3kmqjtk-0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Song of the Day: Valentines Day - Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Thought of the Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Why is the word "abbreviate" so long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Insult of the Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Buffarillo -An obese woman bigger than a buffalo and uglier than a gorilla. (example: you know who I’m thinking of.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Quote of the day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Max:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"What I said yesterday didn't mean anything! I love everyone in the flock! Plus, it was the Valium talking!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;                                                                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Fang:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"Uh-huh. You just keep telling yourself that. You looove me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Max:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;(tries to punch him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;                                                                                                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Fang:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"Pick a tree. I'll go carve our initials in it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Max:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;(screams and runs into the bathroom) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Maximum Ride - STWAOES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I need a better goodbye phrase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Rock On!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Sees Ya Later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Byeness!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Tatty Bye!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Oh I don't know *sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644383166338118798-1521088943493961862?l=thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/1521088943493961862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/1521088943493961862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/party.html' title='Party'/><author><name>zoethestar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653201522870352050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SnlAPwWl-eI/AAAAAAAAADU/BPMyxueGlHM/S220/100_0724.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644383166338118798.post-547842288117456626</id><published>2009-07-06T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T09:07:12.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri"&gt;Monday 6th July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;4:40pm&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;Hey&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;Soz about not writing sooner, busy busy you know, and I've been ill and for some reason I'm tired all the time, like friday night I slept round Sophie's and fell asleep!!! At 11!!!! Oh my days!!&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri"&gt;Anyway I had an awshum weekend, I went to splashdown, really hurt my ass though, got a big fat bruise, owwww! Then I went to my dads which was kinda boring, but we went to my grandparents house and my nan gave me a tenner, so YAY!!! I'm reli excited at the mo, Ringwood festivals on Saturday and a mate of mine is gonna have a load of alcohol, so YAY!!!! But it just so happens that my "mate" is Drew, my ex and kinda annoying, he tried to chuck me in a bush today but I was beating him with a bottle so he put me down, but I s'pose I have to be sort've nice to him, he did buy me lunch and I'm gonna nick all the alcohol of him, hehe :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;Anyhoo, I have to go so I'll do the end thingy then:&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;Word of the Day:&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;“bluttering” -&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Something that sad little boysies do when they like you. A sort of cross between fluttering your eyelashes and blushing. Verb to blutter: I am bluttering YOU are bluttering HE is bluttering WE are bluttering THEY are bluttering It’s a very simple verb, really.&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri"&gt;Fact of the Day:&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ants never sleep (ooooooh creepy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Video of the day:&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cXXm696UbKY"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:windowtext"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cXXm696UbKY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri"&gt;Song of the Day: New Divide - Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri"&gt;Thought of the Day: I wonder how much, starring in a porno would pay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri"&gt;Insult of the Day:&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Here's 20p.. go buy a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;The man who smiles when things go wrong has thought of someone to blame it on. - Robert Bloch&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;Byeness&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;xxxxxxxx&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;XXXXXXX&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/2644383166338118798-547842288117456626?l=thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/547842288117456626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/547842288117456626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/yay.html' title='YAY!!!!'/><author><name>zoethestar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653201522870352050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SnlAPwWl-eI/AAAAAAAAADU/BPMyxueGlHM/S220/100_0724.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644383166338118798.post-3819653455201273898</id><published>2009-07-01T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T09:21:41.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trampoline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poorly'/><title type='text'>Bleah!!!</title><content type='html'>Wednesday 1st July &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5:10pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna make this short, so soz. I've been feelin really crappy just lately, dizziness, headaches being tired all the time so sorry I haven't posted in a while, I'll make up for the absence with many long posts when I feel better. So many new things have happened, Ali got a trampoline, I got really drunk at a party, I skinny dipped. I went to the doctors and some sadistic woman scatched my foot, sqeezed my arm and put my hand practicaly on her boob. And now I have to go to the hospital, fun!!!! (note the sarcasm) Anyway, I'm gonna go now, I don't really feel all that well so I think I'm gouing to have another sleep. (seriously, these last few weeks, I've become like a sleep addict) lolz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll write again soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644383166338118798-3819653455201273898?l=thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/3819653455201273898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/3819653455201273898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/bleah.html' title='Bleah!!!'/><author><name>zoethestar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653201522870352050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SnlAPwWl-eI/AAAAAAAAADU/BPMyxueGlHM/S220/100_0724.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644383166338118798.post-923639591454291928</id><published>2009-06-18T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T13:09:17.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Post!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Thursday 18th June &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:50pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I'm sorry I haven't blogged in like a month, I've been busy, sorry. I have so much to say. In the time I have not posted so many things have happened. I declared my bisexuality, I told a guy I wanted to live with him, I had a gret work experience, I became addicted to Red Bull, I got married, I had a red bull party, watchen the Seed of Chuckie (awesome film), got invited to a rave (I love raving), my music taste has apparently become manish AND loads of other things happended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; So, today was okay I guess, except for the crap lessons and having a bad chest all day. Tennis was fun, cause none of us can pay tennis so we just muck around (us being me, Georgie and Em)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school me Gee and Ella went to town and looked at condoms then me went into peacocks and saw, wait for it, a floresant pink bra, awesomeness or what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, I thought I'd write about some of my new besties, cause I didn't do them before:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flo&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SjqUSPaxOlI/AAAAAAAAACs/w1VFRZmYrzk/s1600-h/100_0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348750548553251410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SjqUSPaxOlI/AAAAAAAAACs/w1VFRZmYrzk/s320/100_0546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Flo, I love Flo, she is awesome and a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;complete nut (like me), she is Neg. Her clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rock, her music tastes are like amazing, she is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;prettifull, the bestest for singing loudly and&lt;br /&gt;randomly and she completely ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;MY SOCKS!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One other thing, fluffability&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sophie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SjqU556G0zI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wvr1zBpB_aQ/s1600-h/005+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348751229973877554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SjqU556G0zI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wvr1zBpB_aQ/s320/005+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sophie is luurvely, she has awesome hair and clothes, she is my textiles buddy, (which is is amazing at btw) good to talk to. She is my wife (haribo wise), she also likes Red Bull. She is generous and has on many occasions bought snackage and on sunday movies. She is a cutie pie and pwns all others, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SjqU6AYHrrI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Vxuvn794UKE/s1600-h/Ella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348751231710375602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SjqU6AYHrrI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Vxuvn794UKE/s320/Ella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aww, the young one, even younger than Gennifer. She is cute, she purrs. Very comfy to sleep on, she is "fun sized", pretty girly, has awesome lashes and hair. Her clothes are gorgeous, I will steal them. She is way too flirty for her own good. She is lovely, I HATE HER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SjqQ2P3uAbI/AAAAAAAAACk/kesW7B5d8yI/s1600-h/100_0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;End thingy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Word of the Day: Bondage: Bondage refers to the use of restraints for the sexual pleasure of the parties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fact of the Day: When swans go on a date, they’ll put their heads together. Then they stick together for life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video of the day: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZbR2NzsyiDE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZbR2NzsyiDE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: Ur So Gay - Katy Perry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the Day: Can you be a closet claustrophobic?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insult of the Day: Quazi Mode - Someone who is in quazi mode is ugly and looks like Quazimodo from Hunchback of Norte Dame, e.g., "That dude is in full quazi mode."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: This is a quantum car. I don't know where I am, but I'm going really fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX&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/2644383166338118798-923639591454291928?l=thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/923639591454291928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/923639591454291928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-post.html' title='New Post!!!!!!!'/><author><name>zoethestar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653201522870352050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SnlAPwWl-eI/AAAAAAAAADU/BPMyxueGlHM/S220/100_0724.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SjqUSPaxOlI/AAAAAAAAACs/w1VFRZmYrzk/s72-c/100_0546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644383166338118798.post-4945300603278441522</id><published>2009-06-02T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:15:33.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>Work Experience</title><content type='html'>Tuesday 2nd June 200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good day today, I made a button hole flower thingy, well three. And I met up with Holly for lunchies. Work has been great, the women I work with Patsy and Linda are great and they really like to talk. I have met loads of new people, I met Laurence the driver guy, Simon the delivery guy and Brian the...um....guy (I don't really know what he does, but he comes in quite a bit). Brian the guy is a dance teacher he teaches Salsa and Marimbo. And he is not some hot-blooded latino, no-where close, he's nice though, he said he'd teach me some moves. I'm really glad that Holly's not far from me, that means we can eat together and walk home together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after work, we bumped into some girls from church, and they were going to the Tatto Gallery. We went with them and watched, Riley (I think that's her name) got a butterfly at the bottom of her back. She said it only tickled. I want a tattoo, I can't wait till I'm 18. I want to either get a flower, a fairy or the virgo sign on my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So back to yesterday, and blue shorts guy, I have a piccy, here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342756077655484322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 429px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SiVIWHI256I/AAAAAAAAAB0/6Xi8Tx1OHcg/s320/Blue+Shorts+Guy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oooooh, his front was better, lol. Here's some more piccy's of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SiVJgTpmBeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/R0ydfNy6we0/s1600-h/Me+and+Flo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342757352324335074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SiVJgTpmBeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/R0ydfNy6we0/s320/Me+and+Flo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SiVJgWR4hOI/AAAAAAAAACE/OJbXv-XCVQA/s1600-h/Me+and+sofi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342757353030190306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SiVJgWR4hOI/AAAAAAAAACE/OJbXv-XCVQA/s320/Me+and+sofi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SiVJgp2nLJI/AAAAAAAAACM/8guD5nVKLZs/s1600-h/Sofi,+flo,+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342757358284516498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SiVJgp2nLJI/AAAAAAAAACM/8guD5nVKLZs/s320/Sofi,+flo,+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SiVKXmM68vI/AAAAAAAAACU/7RkVwYPWGcc/s1600-h/Sand+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342758302197150450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SiVKXmM68vI/AAAAAAAAACU/7RkVwYPWGcc/s320/Sand+face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun, Fun, Fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Word of the Day: Twink - According to Wikipedia, the word "twink" is used describe "an attractive young or young-looking gay male (usually in his late teens or early twenties) with a slender build, a slight muscular physique, and little or no body hair."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact of the Day: Men like to barbecue. Men will cook if danger is involved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video of the day: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j898JpEtc6s"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j898JpEtc6s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: Bad Reputation - Joan Jett (I sang this sone with Flo, really loudly and badly, in the middle of a very crowded Bounemouth beach)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the Day: The things that come to those who wait may be the things left by those who got there first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insult of the Day: Dick - I know it's not terribly original, but it's still fun to call someone a dick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: Oh, yeah, what are you gonna do? Release the dogs? Or the bees? Or the dogs with bees in their mouth and when they bark, they shoot bees at you? - Homer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&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/2644383166338118798-4945300603278441522?l=thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/4945300603278441522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/4945300603278441522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/work-experience.html' title='Work Experience'/><author><name>zoethestar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653201522870352050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SnlAPwWl-eI/AAAAAAAAADU/BPMyxueGlHM/S220/100_0724.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SiVIWHI256I/AAAAAAAAAB0/6Xi8Tx1OHcg/s72-c/Blue+Shorts+Guy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644383166338118798.post-610453544428769981</id><published>2009-06-01T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:28:14.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weirdos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex god'/><title type='text'>Newage</title><content type='html'>Monday 1st June 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:40am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;Pinch, punch, first day of the month. No returns! So this is Zoe coming to you from my dining room. Have just had long hot shower to get out all the sand that I collected yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;OMG, you would not believe what happened. Okay, me Sophie and Flo went to the beach, so firstly I had to run, and I mean run, to go catch the bus. Then when we got to the beach we couldn't find anywhere to sit 'cause it was so packed. And then I saw an obese man wearing speedos. (Speedos should not be allowed, it is a crime against humanity) (Except on swimmers, you know professional ones, not just your average Joe, proper, fit swimmers)&lt;br /&gt;So anyway we chatted, got ice cream, I read my magazine, they read their books. It was all fine, except the sand, that went everywhere. Then Sophie and Flo went of to get some chips 'cause we were hungry, I had to stay to look after all our stuff. So they'd been gone 'bout 10 minutes when these guys came over. Middle Eastern, quite old, late twenties and weird lookin, there was a skinny guy and a fat guy. The skinny guy asked if he could take a picture with me, I was hesitant, and like, "um... fine" So the fat guy took a picture of me and the skinny guy then they swapped round, while I was getting weirded out. So they left, (to their space 3 feet away) and I went back to reading by book. Then skinny guy, who I am now going to call, Ralph, came over on his own and sat next to me. Ralph asked where I was from, I said Hampshire, then he asked me if I wanted to go in the sea with him, I couldn't, I had to look after all the stuff (not that I would anyway, he was a weirdo), then, undeterred he asked if I wanted to go on a date with him. Alright by this time, with a strange man asking to go out with me, I was like "Guys come back".&lt;br /&gt;I said no, ovbs and he went away. AND , then another guy from the same group of forgien guys, came over, and asked if he could take a picture, I was like no, then he said please, I said no. The he said, I said please. I don't know. So I had to sit there on my own, while a load of weirdos looked at me. *shiver*&lt;br /&gt; Anyway Flo and Sophie got back and it was fine again, I made a potion with vinegar in the sand and I buried my chips, cause they were gross.&lt;br /&gt; I met a sex god, his name was Blue Shorts Guy, he was fit, and Flo took a picture of his back, the front would've been better though.&lt;br /&gt; On the bus ride home we had an insane driver that liked to drive at like 80 m p/h, I thought I might die on that bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got anymore time so this is the end, I can't do my normal end thingy 'cause I have to go do my hair. I will post again later.&lt;br /&gt;Byes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644383166338118798-610453544428769981?l=thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/610453544428769981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/610453544428769981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/newage.html' title='Newage'/><author><name>zoethestar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653201522870352050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SnlAPwWl-eI/AAAAAAAAADU/BPMyxueGlHM/S220/100_0724.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644383166338118798.post-7962907508277629315</id><published>2009-05-31T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:07:55.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Monday 1st June 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:40am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pinch, punch, first day of the month. No returns! So this is Zoe coming to you from my dining room. Have just had long hot shower to get out all the sand that I collected yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; OMG, you would not believe what happened. Okay, me Sophie and Flo went to the beach, so firstly I had to run, and I mean run, to go catch the bus. Then when we got to the beach we couldn't find anywhere to sit 'cause it was so packed. And then I saw an obese man wearing speedos. (Speedos should not be allowed, it is a crime against humanity) (Except on swimmers, you know professional ones, not just your average Joe, proper, fit swimmers)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; So anyway we chatted, got ice cream, I read my magazine, they read their books. It was all fine, except the sand that went everywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644383166338118798-7962907508277629315?l=thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/7962907508277629315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/7962907508277629315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/newage.html' title='Newage'/><author><name>zoethestar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653201522870352050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SnlAPwWl-eI/AAAAAAAAADU/BPMyxueGlHM/S220/100_0724.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644383166338118798.post-6628993376078134882</id><published>2009-05-30T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T09:36:37.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Summer!!!</title><content type='html'>Saturday 30th May 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: My auntie's Living Room , currently at my aunties watching the footie , Listening to: nothing , looking forward to: work experience, spent the day soaking up the sun and hanging with my family, just had a cuddle with baby Joey, what I'm doing after this post: stealing him back again, eating: peanuts, number of ice pops consumed today: 4, what I want most right now: another ice pop, preferably strawberry flavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so if you didn't guess, I have a new addiction; ice pops. Here's my list of things I'm currently addicted to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chocolate – I need a bar a day or I go nuts.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sleep – I cannot go without sleep, I become a heinous bitch.&lt;br /&gt;3. Polos – They keep my breath minty fresh.&lt;br /&gt;4. Ice pops – I need the colourings, the sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I thought I'd compile a list of all my pet hates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Smoking&lt;br /&gt;2. Clingy guys&lt;br /&gt;3. Beards - They're just weird.&lt;br /&gt;4. People who think they're hard&lt;br /&gt;5. Overly friendly guys - "If I wanted you to feel me up, I would ask"&lt;br /&gt;6. Close minded people&lt;br /&gt;7. Netball&lt;br /&gt;8. Sprouts, yuk&lt;br /&gt;9. Airheads - "Like, totally, that is so hot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another list for ya, my greatest fears:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Micheal Flatly, Lord of the Dance - That guy just scares me.&lt;br /&gt;2. Hairy men&lt;br /&gt;3. Horses&lt;br /&gt;4. Enclosed spaces&lt;br /&gt;5. Spiders&lt;br /&gt;6. Treadmills - You could like, fly off.&lt;br /&gt;7. Sharks&lt;br /&gt;8. Creepy little kids - Think, Sixth Sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of the Day: Discombobulate - To confuse or frustrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact of the Day: In York, excluding Sundays, it is legal to shoot a Scotsman with a bow and arrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video of the day: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P0j3tk9Hu4g"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P0j3tk9Hu4g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: Shake Your Pom Pom - Missy Elliot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the Day: If the hokie-pokie isn't really what it's all about . . . what then, huh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insult of the Day: Old Man - Not funny until you scream "Screw you, old man!" at the top of your lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: Four out of every three people ... have trouble with fractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off Laughing on my fast camel.&lt;br /&gt;Or something to that sort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644383166338118798-6628993376078134882?l=thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/6628993376078134882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/6628993376078134882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-summer.html' title='It&apos;s Summer!!!'/><author><name>zoethestar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653201522870352050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SnlAPwWl-eI/AAAAAAAAADU/BPMyxueGlHM/S220/100_0724.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644383166338118798.post-3837777848876417596</id><published>2009-05-29T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T10:12:35.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Half Term</title><content type='html'>Friday 29th May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:25pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so if I said my half term had been eventful, that would be a big fat lie. For the last 6 days I have done nothing but read, sunbathe, read some more and get annoyed my my family. I'm quite happy though, considering I was bored out my mind. I have a tan, well - ish. I'm a bit sunburt, and my head always hurts. (go back to "list of things to worry about") Despite my lazing about, I think I have gained a new level of fitness, thanks to daily mad raving and flouncing around my room pretending I'm a ninja. My initial plans were to go for a early morning jog, and Monday morning I got up at 7 o'clock with the intention of going for a jog, but that never happened, I went into the kitchen to get a drink and got distracted by a jar of peanut butter, so of course by the time I had made my toast, ate it, had a cornetto, fed the dogs and got Oli breakfast. It was 8 o'clock and there might of been people around. I wouldn't of been able to jog with people around lookin at me funny. God, no. I get enough funny looks as it is. Since then I have abandoned the idea, because I am too easily distracted and very lazy. I mean, I have read 7 books in five days, that's how lazy I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of my week has to be going to see me newborn cousin Joey, oh he's so cute, I stole him for half an hour and marvelled at his tiny little fingers and his dinky little feet. he was really awake as well, so he looked up at me with adorable blue eyes, pausing only to sneeze occasionally because of the flowers nearby. Aww, he's lovely, I would of kept him for longer but I started to smell something funny and passed him over. Then my mother volunteered me to change his nappy, the cheek. That is something I won't even go into, it's too horrifying.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of the Day: Smorgasbord - Same as a buffet, but more hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact of the Day: Each year, there are more than 40,000 toilet related injuries in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video of the day: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RCtMIeEifsw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RCtMIeEifsw&lt;/a&gt; (watch it, you must)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: It's Been a While - Staind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the Day: Have you ever stopped to think . . . And then forgot to start again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insult of the Day: Skid - Short for skidmark I suppose—a human stain on the underwear of life. Excellent generic insult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: If today is the first day of the rest of your life . . . what the hell was yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye XXXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s Big X means big SNOG!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644383166338118798-3837777848876417596?l=thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/3837777848876417596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/3837777848876417596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-half-term.html' title='My Half Term'/><author><name>zoethestar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653201522870352050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SnlAPwWl-eI/AAAAAAAAADU/BPMyxueGlHM/S220/100_0724.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644383166338118798.post-2347644281352126850</id><published>2009-05-24T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T08:10:32.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happeeeeeye!!!</title><content type='html'>4:10pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the mo, I'm very relaxed. Have spend almost all day outside in the sun, catchin some rays, basically being a sun worshipper. I found a toad out in the garden, I named it Tom, after my brother. I 've been re-reading Harry Potter these last few days, and one thing occurred to me, the Weasleys are all ginger, I mean all of them, that's kinda funny, no offense to Gingers but its just hilarious. Anyway, I guess I'm in a good mood (for a change), I just did mad raving to Pendulum, and now the endorphins are floating around my body like happy, floaty, thingy-m-bobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I don't have much else to say, well... I do, but I ramble sometimes so I won't go off on one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that reminds me , I have this teacher, Mr Turbacik who really really likes the sound of his own voice. I mean, someone will ask; "Sir, why don't we have more fun in lessons", he then go's on to explain why we can't, for like 20 minutes. And when you ask him a question he says, "Well the thing is" and then rambles off. And he does this annoying head tilt thing. OMG, yesterday he dressed up as a cowboy. He wearing a checked shirt, leather cowboy boots, (which apparently, he wears all the time) jeans and and an man scarf, (the image is burned ito my retinas) that brings me to my other point really, what the fudge is up with man-scarves? Seriously, when did man-scarves become the cool new thing? It worked in harry potter. It does not work in real life. Stop wearing man-scarves. They are probably one of the most flamboyantly gay things ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of the Day: Shituation - An event (usually negative) that has the potential to transform your life into utter shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact of the Day: Real diamonds can be made from peanut butter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video of the day: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0VdTkKsaupc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0VdTkKsaupc&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: Sugar Water - Cibo Matto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the Day: If the cops arrest a mute, do they tell him he has the right to remain silent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insult of the Day: Aquatard - Insult directed at grown men who can't swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: "One of the great things about books is sometimes there are some fantastic pictures." -George W. Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeness&lt;br /&gt;xxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644383166338118798-2347644281352126850?l=thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.playlist.com/playlist/16404342283' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/2347644281352126850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/2347644281352126850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/410pm-hey-at-mo-im-very-relaxed.html' title='Happeeeeeye!!!'/><author><name>zoethestar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653201522870352050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SnlAPwWl-eI/AAAAAAAAADU/BPMyxueGlHM/S220/100_0724.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644383166338118798.post-1982365119348956484</id><published>2009-05-22T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T12:42:45.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoying people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoying kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brain tumor'/><title type='text'>Grrrrrrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Friday 22nd May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;8:30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Hey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Do you know what I really hate; annoying, stroppy "Oh NO, Zoe my yo-yo's broken", stampy foot, throw shoes at you and make stupid noises, LITTLE KIDS. Grrrrrrr!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;God she's so annoying, and she keeps on saying "Jellybean" over and over AND over again. THERE'S ONLY SO MUCH I CAN TAKE PEOPLE!!!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Oh, do you know what else I hate, when people talk in class, then they get told off for it, then they deny it, saying things like "I wasn't talking", or "He was talking to me" and when someones sent out the lesson, why, in the name of Helen's huge fat ass, do they protest. Why do you NEED a bloody excuse to get out the lesson. GRRRRRR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Anyhoo, sorry I haven't blogged in like, years. But my Internet has been down, but its all good. So normally I would tell you about my day or in this case week, but it has been to boring for words. I cannot, for the love of Jane, inflict that on you. (and don't ask who the hell Jane is, cause I have no bloody clue) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;If you've guessed yet I'm not really in a good mood, I feel like crap and I've had a headache for what feels like days, and do you want to know what my nan said to me "Maybe it's a brain tumor, I read a story about this girl who kept on getting headaches, turns out she had cancer".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Thanks a bunch nan, I can add; thinking I have a brain tumor to my list, which by the way consists of this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;List of things to worry about: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;My sanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;My decreasing money supply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;My increasing (and worrying) interest in older men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Possibly raising funds, to later in life pay for my mother's carer, when she is committed to the madhouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Possibly becoming a victim of my mothers curse (a curse that makes all the women in her family grandmothers at the ripe old age of 38, which incidentally, my mother will be that age next month, great) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Me possibly having a brain tumor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I'm suprized I don't have olcers, not really as bad as my mum though, she' scared of driving on the moterway, and worrying I'll like, fall over or something. Well okay, I'll admit I do fall over quite a bit, most often tripping over ground, but whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Word of the Day: Consecotaleophobia - The fear of chopsticks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Fact of the Day: Did you know that the largest natural penis recorded is 11 inches (I seriously want to meet this guy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Video of the day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LCQSpzjHxpQ"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LCQSpzjHxpQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Song of the Day: Dani California - Red Hot Chilli Peppers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Thought of the Day: If 4 out of 5 people suffer from diarrhoea... does that mean that one in five enjoys it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Quote of the day: You laugh because I'm different...........I laugh cause I just farted! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Byes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;and remember, never take life seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Nobody gets out alive anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644383166338118798-1982365119348956484?l=thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1982365119348956484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-22nd-may-830pm-hey-do-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/1982365119348956484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/1982365119348956484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-22nd-may-830pm-hey-do-you-know.html' title='Grrrrrrrr'/><author><name>zoethestar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653201522870352050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SnlAPwWl-eI/AAAAAAAAADU/BPMyxueGlHM/S220/100_0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644383166338118798.post-8121248503669489478</id><published>2009-05-18T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:16:14.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ararrrgh!!!!</title><content type='html'>Monday 18th May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:45pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate kids, god they're so cocky, arrogant, annoying, stupid ararrgh AND they think they're hard. *screams*&lt;br /&gt; Anyhoo, I WON THE AUCTION, YAY!!!!!!!!!! Dark Angel will soon be in my hands. Again YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got much timeage so I'll make this short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found some funny rhymes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I could love no other&lt;br /&gt;Until, that is, I met your brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.&lt;br /&gt;But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of loving beauty you float with grace&lt;br /&gt;If only you could hide your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;&lt;br /&gt;This describes everything you are not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel your sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;But don't take that paper bag off of your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your smile, your face, and your eyes -&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I'm good at telling lies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:&lt;br /&gt;Marrying you screwed up my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your face when I am dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I always wake up screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love, you take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;What have you stepped in to smell this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings for you no words can tell,&lt;br /&gt;Except for maybe "go to hell"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What inspired this amorous rhyme?&lt;br /&gt;Two parts vodka, one part lime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of the Day: Borborygmus: The sound of a belly that rumbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact of the Day: Cheese is awesome (*note, this is not an opinion, it is fact, FACT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video of the day: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x8ascp99iis"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x8ascp99iis&lt;/a&gt; (weird, but an awesome song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: Breathe Me - Sia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the Day: Isn't making a smoking section in a restaurant like making a peeing section in a swimming pool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. It's just that yours is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeness&lt;br /&gt;Have snogs from Zo XXXXXXXXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644383166338118798-8121248503669489478?l=thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8121248503669489478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/ararrrgh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/8121248503669489478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/8121248503669489478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/ararrrgh.html' title='Ararrrgh!!!!'/><author><name>zoethestar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653201522870352050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SnlAPwWl-eI/AAAAAAAAADU/BPMyxueGlHM/S220/100_0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644383166338118798.post-1350884715697374182</id><published>2009-05-17T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:05:04.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Banana Robber</title><content type='html'>Sunday 17 May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:45pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have just read about probably the stupidest crime in history. Apparently, A teenager was caught trying to rob a store with a banana - then ate the makeshift weapon to destroy the evidence. I mean WTF. The 17-year-old is currently in the county jail charged with attempted armed robbery, in North Carolina, America. (well thats the yanks for ya) The bizarre crime began when the teenager entered the 109 Biz Center in Winston-Salem with a banana under his shirt.&lt;br /&gt;The guy told staff in the internet cafe that he had a gun and demanded cash. Owner Bobby Ray Mabe said he and a customer jumped on to Szwalla, pinning him into a chair before deputies arrived.&lt;br /&gt;But while they waited for police, Mabe says the teen stuffed the banana into his mouth and swallowed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this comment from the owner is priceless, "If he had had a gun he would've shot me," Mabe said yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;"But he had a banana", I don't know first it was guns now bananas, what is coming to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway moving on, I'm fine, life is as boring as ever. Have had a few weird dreams, I think the state of my mind is deteriating. Found a brilliant product yesterday, it is pure genious:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prezzybox.com/products/index.aspx?pid=4886"&gt;http://www.prezzybox.com/products/index.aspx?pid=4886&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I say pure genious. It's funny, you'll be surprised at what you can buy out there. Anyhoo, back to me, I am currently in a bidding war on ebay. I placed a bid on Dark Angel Season 1 yesterday, I WILL WIN. And then i will get the 2nd season, hmmm Jensen Ackles is in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Word of the Day: Hirsute: To be hairy or fuzzy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fact of the Day: Pinocchio is Italian for "pine head."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Video of the day: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maximum Ride - Max&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="369" height="285" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ba358b2cf13fc2ac" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dba358b2cf13fc2ac%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330140900%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D31C92EB0835CF0522CA86720F84B587A0FD8B455.25CCA53E9E05C3B7564481B335561659F5515501%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dba358b2cf13fc2ac%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxppCFetdEEmVLJfqH48-4l8Du4o&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="369" height="285" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dba358b2cf13fc2ac%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330140900%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D31C92EB0835CF0522CA86720F84B587A0FD8B455.25CCA53E9E05C3B7564481B335561659F5515501%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dba358b2cf13fc2ac%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxppCFetdEEmVLJfqH48-4l8Du4o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Song of the Day: Thousand Foot Krutch: Phenomenom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thought of the Day: Do you ever wonder about those people who spend £1.00 a piece on those little bottles of Evian water? Try spelling Evian backwards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quote of the day: Note - The key to a good relationship is the key. Give me back the key&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;xxx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644383166338118798-1350884715697374182?l=thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ba358b2cf13fc2ac&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1350884715697374182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/banana-robber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/1350884715697374182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/1350884715697374182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/banana-robber.html' title='Banana Robber'/><author><name>zoethestar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653201522870352050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SnlAPwWl-eI/AAAAAAAAADU/BPMyxueGlHM/S220/100_0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644383166338118798.post-6748488409273015584</id><published>2009-05-13T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T08:36:19.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No name, cause I couldn't think of one.</title><content type='html'>Wednesday 13th May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:10pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: Living room, currently being pissed of by my mother, listening to: Decoy - Paramore, looking forward to next year when I get to leave school, have just been on fanfiction.&lt;br /&gt;What I'm doing after this post: tidying my room (bleah), eating: Maltesers, what I want most right now: to be more happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a really bad mood at the mo, I dunno why, I was fine earlier. Any way can't write much, cause I've got other stuff to do. (boring, annoying stuff).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of the Day: Roger - Old British word for having sexual intercourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact of the Day: Kissing can aid in reducing tooth decay. This is because the extra saliva helps in keeping the mouth clean. (well, if thats so *puckers up*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video of the day: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ktfFGF15E8g&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=F3F3C1FBDD530B84&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=PL&amp;amp;index=94"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ktfFGF15E8g&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=F3F3C1FBDD530B84&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=PL&amp;amp;index=94&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: Run Like Hell - Pink Floyd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the day: Who tastes dog food when it has a 'new &amp;amp; improved' flavour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: I have opinions of my own -- strong opinions -- but I don't always agree with them. - George Bush&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644383166338118798-6748488409273015584?l=thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6748488409273015584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/wednesday-13th-may-410pm-hi-location.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/6748488409273015584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/6748488409273015584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/wednesday-13th-may-410pm-hi-location.html' title='No name, cause I couldn&apos;t think of one.'/><author><name>zoethestar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653201522870352050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SnlAPwWl-eI/AAAAAAAAADU/BPMyxueGlHM/S220/100_0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644383166338118798.post-8651592187463579119</id><published>2009-05-11T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:01:49.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugh Jackman is a stud muffin</title><content type='html'>Monday 11th May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:40pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: Dining room, currently being pissed of by my sister, Listening to: Hallelujah - Paramore, looking forward to art tomorrow, spent the day at school (bleah), just done my french coursework, but I used Google translate (hehe), what I'm doing after this post: making some dinner, eating: pretzels, what I want most right now: my own Hugh Jackman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the Wolverine movie yesterday, god that man *drools*, I mean, I know he's like 40-odd, but he's still got it, it being, unbelievebly sexy. Oooooooh he's my new sugar daddy. mmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt; Anyhoo, on other things, school sucks, but Alex bought me some chocolate today, chocolate is great. She is forgiven for the mousse incident.&lt;br /&gt; Changing subject... I dyed my hair last night, I love the colour, It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of the Day: Turophile - Someone who really fancies cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact of the Day: If you farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb. (Now that's more like it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video of the day: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7X2alB-cEaw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7X2alB-cEaw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: Shinobi vs Dragon Ninja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the day: Why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing, grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: You tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is 'never try'. -Homer Simpson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byenes xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644383166338118798-8651592187463579119?l=thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8651592187463579119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/hugh-jackman-is-stud-muffin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/8651592187463579119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/8651592187463579119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/hugh-jackman-is-stud-muffin.html' title='Hugh Jackman is a stud muffin'/><author><name>zoethestar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653201522870352050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SnlAPwWl-eI/AAAAAAAAADU/BPMyxueGlHM/S220/100_0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644383166338118798.post-8426972984757815371</id><published>2009-05-09T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:48:16.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Drabble</title><content type='html'>Saturday 9th May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: Dining room, currently being pissed of by my dogs, have just finished a load of washing up, looking forward to tomorrow, drinking a coke, listening to: Just Like You - Three Days Grace, chatting to Ellie on msn, have spent day at my aunties eating pizza, catching up with my cuzzes and playing with my adorable little cuz Harry, what I'm doing after this post: watching a few Naruto eps then dying my hair. Eating: Chocolate cake, have had countless compliments from my annoyingly skinny cousins that think I have a nice figure, and now feel good about myself, right now the thing I want most is... more chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of the Day: Craxy - The X is for extra crazy. e.g "This dog is craxy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact of the Day: Right handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left handed people do - ha ha lefties, you suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video of the day: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=voCgQrAJfJo&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=voCgQrAJfJo&amp;amp;feature=channel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: Sum 41 - Heart Attack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: A computer once beat me at chess, but it was no match for me at kick boxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeness&lt;br /&gt;Love Zoe xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644383166338118798-8426972984757815371?l=thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8426972984757815371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-drabble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/8426972984757815371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/8426972984757815371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-drabble.html' title='Random Drabble'/><author><name>zoethestar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653201522870352050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SnlAPwWl-eI/AAAAAAAAADU/BPMyxueGlHM/S220/100_0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644383166338118798.post-243532446330423254</id><published>2009-05-08T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:53:21.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex the Mousse Flicker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;I am dedicating this post to Alex the mousse flicker. That whore chucked pot of mousse at me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;God, it was everywhere, on my top, on my jeans. It looked like I'd shat myself. Arargh!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;I will get her back, I swear Alex, when you least expect it... bam, mousse in the face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Anyhoo, it was fun, we ate a load of ice cream out of this long thing, it was LUSH. We had to feed other people, I fed Alex and got it all in her face, ha ha. It was cool, I had cheesecake, and a marshmallow that looked kinda scabby, YUM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt; I saw this hilarious sign, outside the church by the field it said, "Do Not Use Hard Balls On The Grass, Use The Soft Balls Provided". Me and Georgia cracked up over that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So about the school day, Gen killed a guy and he was chucked in a bin, we saw a guy on an &lt;em&gt;expedition.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;My life scares me sometimes, it can sometimes be a little &lt;em&gt;strange.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Oooooh, I have a new font. YAY!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;I found this hilarious thing on facebook:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's how you do it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear (someone you recently talked to),I don't really know how to tell you this, but(1). (2)(3) and I saw you (4)(5). I'm sure you're (6)enough to understand (7). I'm returning (8) to you, but I'll keep (9) as a memory. You should also know that I (10) and (11).(12),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Your name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1) What's the color of your shirt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Blue - I'm in love with your cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;White - I’m joining the Convent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Black -Our romance is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Green- Our socks don't match&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Grey - You're a leprechaun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself for candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No shirt - Purple hedgehogs want to destroy you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Other -I dislike your eyelashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2) Which is your birth month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;January - That night you picked your nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;February -When I quoted Forest Gump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;April - When I tripped on peanut butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;May - When I finally changed my underwear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;July – When I saw the purple monkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;August - When you smacked my ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;September - Last year when you peed your pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;October - When we skinny dipped in the bathtub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;November - When your dog humped my leg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;December - When i threw out your sock drawer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3) Which food do you prefer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chicken- In your car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pasta - Outside of your office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Salad – As you were eating Kraft Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lasagna - In your closet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kebab - With Jean Chrétien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Seafood - In a clown suit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sandwiches - At the Elton John concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pizza - At the mental hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hot dog - With George Bush and Stephen Harper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Other - Under a street lamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4) What's the color of your socks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yellow - Ignore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Red - Put whipped cream on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Black - Hit on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brown - bite off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pink - Pull the pants off of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Other - Drive over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5) What's the color of your underwear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Black - My boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;White - My father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Grey – The Catholic Priest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brown – The Montreal Canadian’s goalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Purple - My corned beef hash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Red – My knee caps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Blue - My salt-beef bucket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yellow - My illegitimate child in Ghana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Orange - My Blink 182 cd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pink – Your ‘My Little Pony’ collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Other --The elephant in the corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;6) What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One Tree Hill - Senile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Heroes- Frostbitten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lost - High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Simpsons- Cowardly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The news - Scarred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;American Idol - Masochistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Family Guy - Open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Annat -shamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;7) Your mood right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy - How awful you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bored - That I get turned on only by garbage (wo)men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Angry - That your smell makes me vomit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Depressed – That we’re related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Excited - That I may pee my pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nervous - The middle-east is planning their revenge on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Worried - That your Ford sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Apathetic - That you need a sex-change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Silly - That I'm allergic to your earlobes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cuddly - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ashamed - That there is no solution to you being a dumb kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Other - That your driving sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;8) What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;White - Your toe ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yellow - Your love letters to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Red - The pictures from Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Black - Your pet rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Green - Your car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brown - Your nose hair clippers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy underwear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Purple - Your old New Kids on the Block blanket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Other - Your Hannah Montana underwear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;9) The first letter of your first name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A/B - My virginity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;C/D - Your photo with the mustache drawn on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E/F - Your neighbors dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;G/H - The oil tank from your car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I/J - Your left ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;K/L - The results of that blood-sample&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;M/N - Your glass eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;W/X – Your sucide note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Y/Z - Your credit cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;10) The last letter in your last name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A/B - Love your sweet, sweet ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;C/D - Always will remember the pep talks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E/F -Never will forget that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;G/H – Will not tell the authorites that you stole the whale from the backyard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I/J – Mocked you behind your back constantly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;K/L - Hate your cooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about the moose poaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O/P - Told my psychiatrist about the bruises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Q/R - Get sick when I think of your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;S/T - Always wanted to break your legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;U/V - Will try to forget that you broke my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;W/X - Haven’t showered in a month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Y/Z – am better off without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;11) What do you prefer to drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wine- Our friendship is ruined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Soft drink – I’m off to lead a new life as a lemon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Soda – I will haunt you when I’m reincarnated as an Eskimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Milk - The apartment building is on fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Water – I'm scratching my butt as you read this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cider– I have a passionate interest for mice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Juice – You ruined my attempts at another world war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Snapple/Vitamin water – You should get that embarrassing rash checked out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hot chocolate – Your Cucumber-fetishism is weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whiskey - I love Oprah Winfrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Beer – Thanks for the Cocaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Other – you should stop picking your nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;12) To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thailand – Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Australia - Warm tingly sensations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;France - Love always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Spain - With tears of sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;China – You make me sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Germany – Please don’t hurt me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Japan - Go milk a cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;USA - Best of luck on the sex change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Egypt – Kiss my butt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;England - Go drown yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The end bit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Word of the Day: Refrigerator Blindness - Selective loss of visual acuity in association with common foraging of the refrigerator. Predominantly seen in children and males.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact of the Day: Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure. - What about that pig?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video of the day: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1JAcdbKFygg&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=3B2F9B52FFAF2214&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=PL&amp;amp;index=31"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1JAcdbKFygg&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=3B2F9B52FFAF2214&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=PL&amp;amp;index=31&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: Decoy - Paramore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself, where the heck is the ceiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bye!!!!!&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/2644383166338118798-243532446330423254?l=thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/feeds/243532446330423254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/alex-mousse-flicker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/243532446330423254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/243532446330423254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/alex-mousse-flicker.html' title='Alex the Mousse Flicker'/><author><name>zoethestar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653201522870352050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SnlAPwWl-eI/AAAAAAAAADU/BPMyxueGlHM/S220/100_0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644383166338118798.post-7081203835152404896</id><published>2009-05-06T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:14:29.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a balloon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have come to the realization that I am a balloon. I am full of mayonnaise. Balloonophobes fear me. Mayonnaisophiles love me. Those who fear balloons yet love mayonnaise are filled with a sense of yearning and terror whenever I am near. This power is intoxicating to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, about my last couple of days-ish. I had a fun weekend, and an extra day was just what I needed. Still feel like crap though. Today was funny though esecially lunch and geography. At lunch me, Gen and Alex sat at on bench and named people by what they looked like. In geography Alex called me a dike and a whore which eventually resulted in me shouting out in front of the whole class, "I am not a lesbian". Unbelievible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this post I thought I might write about my friends because they wnted me to. (dumb reason I know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any way first is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SgGr6wKN-aI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cGRzvkBEDYo/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332732459631901090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SgGr6wKN-aI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cGRzvkBEDYo/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex is probs the one I've known longest, as we went to poulner together. She's not girly at all, (which bugs me because I totally am) she is addicted to her computer, she is hilarious but also takes the piss out of me (see above), she is despite apperances not a lezzie (haha), she is generous and has on many occasions fed me. And finally she has big chesticles. (haha again) She has awesome eyelashes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Georgia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SgGt4lalIdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JlYJgkArb_U/s1600-h/Georgie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332734621411254738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SgGt4lalIdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JlYJgkArb_U/s320/Georgie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The smart one, who is really green-minded (see below),who has amazing hair, she is a great listener, good at make-up and has aa awesome fashion sense, She can sing and that's why SHE MUST DIE!!! She laughs at anything, she is beating me with boyfriends (number, not atually boys, that would be weird). She is pretty, I sooo hate her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SgGwDFrjE8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/CC4s0K1Ei6E/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332737000894305218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SgGwDFrjE8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/CC4s0K1Ei6E/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aww, the cute one, the baby of the group, who is mad and an anime whore, she is amazing at ninja running, has awesome nails. She has red hair, (like me, we're hair buddies). She is good at art, and she blows her clarinet, Kakashi. She is awesome and we share a love of pot noodles .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SgGzA6nRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ssjDkJkx2Qk/s1600-h/Holly+and+Flo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332740262098732226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SgGzA6nRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ssjDkJkx2Qk/s320/Holly+and+Flo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh Holly the sweet and inocent one, who shares a hatred of Helen, who will become my personal hairdesser and make-up artist. She is lovely, and way too happy, (she may be on drugs) she has some pretty awesome pens, and cushions, AND t-shirts, she always gives me lifts and she's the best for a giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, thats my besties, I think they rock!!!&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;The end thingy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Word of the Day: Green Minded - Means dirty thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fact of the Day: A pig’s orgasm lasts for 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Video of the day: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xy2L3dHWZkI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xy2L3dHWZkI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: Lilly Alen - Not Fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quote of the day: When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep -- not screaming, like the passengers in his car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644383166338118798-7081203835152404896?l=thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7081203835152404896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-balloon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/7081203835152404896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/7081203835152404896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-balloon.html' title='I am a balloon'/><author><name>zoethestar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653201522870352050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SnlAPwWl-eI/AAAAAAAAADU/BPMyxueGlHM/S220/100_0724.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SgGr6wKN-aI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cGRzvkBEDYo/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644383166338118798.post-7162137593341042054</id><published>2009-05-02T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T01:54:03.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Hilariosity</title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;Feelin kinda crap at the mo, with a stinkin cold, and headaches. But I'm so happy!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Got my hair cut yesterday, now I feel like I have no hair. Went about 20cm shorter, layered and with a fringe, or &lt;em&gt;bangs&lt;/em&gt; as the americans call it, I don't get that.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'm lookin forward to a fun-filled Naruto watchin weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I found some funny jokes on the genious creation that is the internet.&lt;br /&gt;Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;(1) A couple is lying in bed. The man says, "I'm gonna make you the happiest woman alive."&lt;br /&gt;the woman replies, "I'll miss you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2)Dear Lord,I pray for Wisdom to understand my man; Love to forgive him; And Patience for his moods. Because, Lord, if I pray for Strength,I'll beat him to death. AMEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Q: What does it mean when a man is in your bed gasping forbreath and calling your name?&lt;br /&gt;A: You did not hold the pillow down long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) Q: What do you call an intelligent, good looking, sensitive man?&lt;br /&gt;A: A rumor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Where have you been all my life?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Hiding from you.&lt;br /&gt;Man: Haven't I seen you someplace before?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Yes, that's why I don't go there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Man: Is this seat empty?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Yes, and this one will be if you sit down.&lt;br /&gt;Man: Your place or mine?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Both. You go to yours, and I'll go to mine.&lt;br /&gt;Man: So, what do you do for a living?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: I'm a female impersonator.&lt;br /&gt;Man: Hey baby, what's your sign?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Do not enter.&lt;br /&gt;Man: How do you like your eggs in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Unfertilized.&lt;br /&gt;Man: Your body is like a temple.&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Sorry, there are no services today.&lt;br /&gt;Man: I would go to the end of the world for you.&lt;br /&gt;Woman: But would you stay there?&lt;br /&gt;Man : If I could see you naked, I'd die happy.&lt;br /&gt;Woman: If I saw you naked, I'd probably die laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Man: If I could rearrange the alphabet I'd put u and i together&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Really, I'd put f and u together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bipolar? It means…”&lt;br /&gt;“A bisexual from Poland. Never speak to one, they’re trouble.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the normal ending:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of the Day: Awestuck, I mispelled awestruck once and then awestuck, stuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact of the Day: More people are killed by donkeys annually than are killed in plane crashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video of the day: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FKh7ny_w6Rw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FKh7ny_w6Rw&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: Unframed - Ill Nino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: "Aaaah, when two Neptunes appear in the sky, it is a sure sign that a midget in glasses is being born."-Ron-HP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes, (Even though I'm not atually talking to anybody cause nobody follows me *sigh*)&lt;br /&gt;Byeeeeeeeeeeee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644383166338118798-7162137593341042054?l=thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7162137593341042054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/hilariosity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/7162137593341042054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/7162137593341042054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/hilariosity.html' title='Hilariosity'/><author><name>zoethestar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653201522870352050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SnlAPwWl-eI/AAAAAAAAADU/BPMyxueGlHM/S220/100_0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644383166338118798.post-7914874978011599655</id><published>2009-04-28T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T08:44:50.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penut butter'/><title type='text'>I love peanut butter!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Tuesday 28th April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love peanut butter!!!! It's so yummy, it's smooth and gooey and tastes delish.&lt;br /&gt;You can have it on toast, in a sandwich (thats a funny word isn't it, sand witch, sand width, hmmmmm, why is it sand anyway, do we eat sand, does sand taste nice, it can't do really, but sand is kinda like sherbert, and sherbert ROCKS!!!!, and why is that called sherbert, did Bert make it, hmmmmmmmmmmmmm). Also you can have it on crackers or just eat it out of the jar with a spoon, thats what I did once when we had no bread, it was nice.&lt;br /&gt; I have to have my peanut butter every day, I'm addicted, seriously, I HAVE to have it, at the mo we don't have any, we ran out yesterday, and today has been hard, you know without it.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;I think I may marry peanut butter, then we could be together for LIFE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who is do some other stuff, then I'm off. (to go get some peanut butter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of the Day: vivacious - full of energy and enthusiasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact of the Day: On average, 100 people choke to death on ballpoint pens every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Website of the day: &lt;a href="http://www.manicpanic.com/"&gt;http://www.manicpanic.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: Rise Above This - Seether&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: Zoe, insert-foot-in-mouth - My mate Emily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644383166338118798-7914874978011599655?l=thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7914874978011599655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-peanut-butter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/7914874978011599655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/7914874978011599655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-peanut-butter.html' title='I love peanut butter!!!!!!!'/><author><name>zoethestar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653201522870352050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SnlAPwWl-eI/AAAAAAAAADU/BPMyxueGlHM/S220/100_0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644383166338118798.post-10418506777840875</id><published>2009-04-27T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T09:01:21.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My First Post'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday 4:25pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, this is my first post ever!! I'm new to blogging, so... you know bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; day today, would've been better without the rain. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;considering&lt;/span&gt; that it was school it was not that bad. One thing occured to me today, we spend 6 hours, of every day, in school. I know that school is important for your future yada yada. But seriously how much time is wasted on things that, are utterly useless. Like science, I'm not gonna be a scientist and things like algebra and Pi. Annoying.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. My rant is over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought I'd say some things about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1.My name is Zoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.I have redish brown hair and blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.I am 164 cm tall. (I checked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.I have a sister and two brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.I have a mum and a dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.I love shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.And dresses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.I have 4 best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.They are amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.I like bananas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.I want to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Italy is great (ummm pizza)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.I’m quite arty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.I cannot live without eyeliner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Seriously, I would die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.I like pushing people into bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.My friends think I’m mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.I like blueberry pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.I have two dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.I have an imaginary friend called Jethro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.I like sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.I like buff men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.I read abnormally fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.I HATE sprouts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.My goal in life is to rule the world!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this last bit then I'm finished.&lt;br /&gt;Word of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact of the Day: Bombed - to do really poorly on something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video of the day: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HIoiOIfea3s&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HIoiOIfea3s&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt; (she is amazing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: Cassie - Flyleaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: Sure there have been injuries and deaths in boxing – but none of them serious – Alan Minter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644383166338118798-10418506777840875?l=thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/feeds/10418506777840875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/monday-425pm-hello-this-is-my-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/10418506777840875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644383166338118798/posts/default/10418506777840875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretsofmymadlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/monday-425pm-hello-this-is-my-first.html' title=''/><author><name>zoethestar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653201522870352050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmpZ3yt_W3U/SnlAPwWl-eI/AAAAAAAAADU/BPMyxueGlHM/S220/100_0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
